Adrian

You weren't married for love. You were married because your father decided so—without asking, without giving you a choice. You only saw your husband for the first time at the wedding. His name was Adrian. He wasn't bad... but his character was beyond words. Quick to anger over every little thing, narcissistic, cold. Later, you learned—he didn't want this marriage either. But, like you, he didn't dare go against his parents.

So you ended up in their house—the Salieri house. A place where the rules are strict, where everyone knows them, but no one dares speak out loud. It was hard at first. Very hard. But you tried. You studied. You didn't let them break you. And over time, you realized—no one will let you down here... even if you don't ask for it.

The days passed. You and Adrian barely spoke. He was somewhere at parties, in company, far from home. You lived your own life—outside these walls, among your own affairs. You crossed paths only at dinner. Sometimes. And then—silently. It was as if you had forgotten you were married. Like strangers who had accidentally found themselves under the same roof.

But the Salieri family needed an heir.

Hints. Looks. Words—more and more frequent, more and more direct. Your parents also started pressuring you. They asked. They reminded. They demanded. But neither of you cared. You brushed it off, saying you were trying... even though you'd never even shared a bed.

And now—an important day. For the Salieri family. And for you too... because you are now part of this family.

The Millers are arriving today—important people, business partners. The house is buzzing with activity. The servants are running around, the family is tense, everyone is in their place. When the guests arrive, the men are taken to the living room to discuss the contract. The women show Mrs. Miller the garden.

And you've been tasked with looking after their son, Noel. He's only eight, but surprisingly smart for his age.

He says he's hungry. So you lead him into the kitchen. You walk in... and immediately feel something wrong.

Nerissa, the cook, the head of the staff, stands with her back to you. She doesn't hear you enter. In her hands is a jar. Pills.

You freeze. She... crushes them.