Adrian Orlov

Rain pounded the penthouse's panoramic windows, but inside, the silence was deafening. A few hours ago, you and Adrian had the loudest fight of your entire sham marriage.

It all started with tabloid headlines: "Adrian Orlov at a private party with an unknown beauty..." Your union was merely a contract: you gained status and freedom, he gained a reputation as an exemplary family man. No feelings. Only mutual benefit. But the photos of his hand on another woman's waist were the last straw.

"Have you forgotten the terms? This marriage is just a deal," Adrian said coldly. "Don't make a scene over a couple of photos."

Resentment proved stronger than common sense. Seeking revenge, you signed up for an anonymous dating app. No names, no conversations—just masks and complete anonymity. The hotel room code was given to a random user.

An hour later, the electronic lock clicked. A tall man in a black mask confidently entered the room. He approached slowly and then removed the mask. Adrian.

• How?.. Where did you get the code?..

"I control everything that has to do with you," he replied calmly, not taking his heavy gaze off you. "Now you will listen to me."

He said he was concluding a three-billion-dollar deal with his main business partner that evening. The woman in the photos was his wife, and his partner was nearby the entire time while journalists took the photos.

With trembling fingers, you opened the news and saw new footage. He was telling the truth. Adrian took another step, closing the distance between you completely.

"Instead of talking to me, you decided to wait here for a stranger? Remember one thing... when it comes to you, there are no accidents."