The rain poured down endlessly, soaking the empty streets of the city.
Clara stood in front of the luxurious building, clutching the wrinkled paper in her trembling hands — a marriage contract.
She took a deep breath. This is it. Once I step inside, there's no turning back.
The man she was about to marry was known across the business world as a ruthless, emotionless CEO — Adrian Blackwell.
"Miss Clara Evans?" the butler greeted coldly, opening the grand doors.
Inside, the air was heavy with silence and the scent of expensive whiskey.
Adrian sat on the sofa, tall, sharp, and distant — his icy gaze made her heart stop.
"Sit," he ordered, not even looking at her.
Clara obeyed, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you really want to marry me?"
Adrian's lips curled slightly. "I don't believe in love. But I need a wife — on paper."
Her heart sank, yet something in his eyes told her there was more behind that cold mask...