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The night was quiet, yet Sebastian Hale could never find peace. From his penthouse office, the sprawling city beneath him seemed like a distant world-a world where people felt, loved, and lived without the shadow of the past hanging over them. To him, the lights below were nothing but distractions, bright flickers that did nothing to fill the hollow space inside.
At thirty-five, Sebastian had built his empire with ruthless precision. He was feared, respected, and unapproachable-a man who saw emotions as weaknesses, and love as the cruelest of illusions. His father had taught him that. He had learned young that love could break a person, leave them shattered and useless. And for him, that lesson was etched in his mind every time he looked in the mirror, every time he remembered the cold, unforgiving face of his father.
But now, as his father's death had left a void of expectations, Sebastian found himself burdened with a new reality-one where he was about to be married to someone he had never chosen. His father had arranged it before he died, securing a union with another powerful family to keep the business empire intact. The woman he was to marry, a socialite named Adriana Verne, was everything he was expected to want: beautiful, poised, and connected. But she was not what he wanted. She was a stranger, a business deal wrapped in a wedding dress.
The arranged marriage was a necessity-a duty, even. It had been planned for years. His family had been grooming him for this very moment, but Sebastian couldn't bring himself to care. His heart had been locked away long ago, sealed by a past that had taught him that love was something people fought over, something people died for, and ultimately, something that destroyed them.
Tonight, like many others, he sat at his desk, trying to focus on the numbers before him, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the wedding looming in the distance. Adriana's face, perfect and polite, flashed in his mind. He couldn't imagine her beside him. He didn't want her beside him. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.
"Mr. Hale," came the voice of his assistant, Jennifer, who had long since learned not to interrupt him unless it was urgent.
"Come in," Sebastian responded, his voice cold, unaffected.
Jennifer entered, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She handed him a folder, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "The final details for the wedding are in here, sir. We just need your final approval."
Sebastian took the folder, his fingers brushing hers briefly. He noticed the hesitation in her gaze, the unspoken thoughts lingering between them. Jennifer had worked for him for years, but she knew better than to expect anything more than his indifference. The brief touch didn't faze him, and yet, for some reason, something inside him stirred-a brief flash of warmth, a reminder of something he used to feel long ago.
"I'll look at it later," he said, his tone dismissive. He had no time for wedding details. He had no time for her. His mind was elsewhere, haunted by the reality of his fate.
As she left, he sat back in his chair, staring out the window at the city. The weight of the decision he had no choice but to make pressed down on him. He couldn't escape it. His father's legacy loomed large, and the marriage would cement his place in a world he had never wanted to be part of.
But then, something shifted. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, one he had tried to suppress. A memory. A face. Scarlett Hayes.
She was a woman he had met in passing-an acquaintance, really. She was bold, unapologetic, and free in ways that made him uncomfortable. The first time he had seen her, he had dismissed her like he did everyone else. But then, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he had allowed himself to be intrigued by her. She wasn't the kind of woman a man like him could ever have. She was too untamed, too full of life. She was everything he wasn't-and everything he shouldn't want.
But there it was, that spark of attraction, despite himself. She had the kind of freedom that his world had long since taken from him. And though he hadn't allowed himself to act on it, every time their paths crossed, it became harder to ignore the pull between them.
But he had a duty. A marriage to a woman he didn't want. And Scarlett... Scarlett was forbidden. Their worlds were too different, their lives too entangled in things that could never be reconciled.
Sebastian clenched his fists, pushing away the thoughts of Scarlett. He couldn't afford to be weak. He had worked too hard to build his empire, to secure his place in this world, to let some woman-especially one like Scarlett-ruin everything.
And yet, that feeling, that dangerous, forbidden pull, wouldn't go away.
The door to his office opened once again, and this time, the interruption was a familiar one. Damien, his best friend and business partner, walked in.
Sebastian looked up from the table as Damian entered the room. It reveals an easy charm that seems to contrast with Sebastian's cool and controlled demeanor. Damian is a man who knows how to mentor people. Be the person who can make jokes in the meeting room. and make everyone unarmed But tonight there was no humor in his sharp eyes.
"Still thinking about getting married?" Damian asked, closing the door behind him.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair. A faint anger appeared on his face. "I don't ruminate. I'm counting them."
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