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Four years ago, Adrian Vane had been the kind of man people trusted without hesitation. At twenty-six, he was already the young CEO of Vane Industries—successful, composed, and impossibly courteous. Saman had been nineteen, still finishing high school when their paths crossed. He never treated her like something fragile; he simply listened when she spoke, remembered the smallest things, and always made her feel as though she had his undivided attention. For a few months, they were inseparable. Then Saman betrayed him. There was another boy, another secret, and eventually the truth reached Adrian in the cruelest possible way. He didn't shout. He didn't beg. He simply looked at her with an expression she had never seen before and walked away. Four years later, Saman stood before a mirror in an ivory dress, preparing for a wedding that was only days away. Outside, rain silvered the windows of her family's estate, while distant thunder rolled through the night. She had almost convinced herself that Adrian Vane belonged to another lifetime. Then the lights went out. The house fell into darkness. Before she could understand what was happening, unfamiliar footsteps echoed through the corridor. By morning, she was somewhere else. An enormous estate surrounded by dark woodland, its iron gates disappearing into the mist. Saman's heart hammered as she stepped into the grand foyer. Everything was silent—too silent. Then footsteps descended from the staircase. She looked up. Adrian. He was dressed in black, his expression colder than she remembered, his presence carrying a quiet authority that seemed to command the entire house. The gentle man from four years ago was nowhere to be found. His eyes settled on her, unreadable and severe. For several seconds, neither spoke.