Married to My Enemy

She had spent the night tossing and turning, replaying every detail of her meeting with Adrian. The way his smirk had lingered even as she signed. The unshaken conf

ty. Employees moved with purpose, no one daring to linger too long in the halls. The air itself felt charged, a silent acknowledgment that they worked under a man who demanded nothing short of excellence. The moment she stepped out of the elevator and onto the executive floor, she spotted Adrian through the glass walls of his office. He stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, exuding effortless power. Elena straightened her shoulders and walked in. Adrian turned, his gray eyes sweeping over her like he had been expecting her. "Punctual. I like that." She ignored the jab and placed the contract on his desk. "We need to set boundaries." One dark brow lifted. "Boundaries? In a marriage?" "This isn't a real marriage," she reminded him. "We need rules." He gestured for her to continue, as if amused by the idea. She took a steadying breath. "First, no real intimacy. We play our roles in public, but behind closed doors, we keep our distance." Adrian tilted his head. "You expect people to believe we're in love without any affection?" "They'll believe what we show them." He didn't argue, but the glint in his eyes told her he wasn't convinced. "Second," she continued, "I want full control over my family's company once this is over." At that, Adrian leaned against the desk, arms crossing over his chest. "That depends. Can you handle it?" Elena's nails dug into her palm. "I wouldn't be here if I couldn't." A slow smirk tugged at his lips, but he nodded. "Fine. Anything else?" "Yes." She held his gaze. "We don't interfere in each other's personal lives." A beat of silence stretched between them before Adrian let out a low chuckle. "You really think this is going to be that simple, don'