Chapter 4 THE WEIGHT OF BEING SEEN

Elara had learned long ago how to exist quietly.

It was a skill she mastered not because she wanted to, but because survival demanded it. Quiet footsteps. Soft breaths. Neutral expressions. In Maribel Vale's house, attention was currency-and Elara had none to spend.

That morning, the weight of Kael Arden Blackwood's presence lingered long after he was gone.

She moved through the house carefully, as though afraid his shadow might still be watching, afraid that if Maribel sensed even the slightest shift in Elara's posture or tone, questions would follow. And questions, in that house, were never harmless.

"You're spacing out again."

Lysette's voice cut sharply through the dining room.

Elara blinked and looked up from her untouched breakfast. The smell of toasted bread and bitter coffee sat heavy in the air, but her appetite had vanished hours ago.

"I'm sorry," she murmured automatically.

Maribel folded her newspaper with deliberate calm and placed it neatly on the table. Her eyes lifted, cool and assessing, as they always were.

"You've been distracted lately," Maribel said. "Careless."

Elara's fingers curled around the edge of her plate. "I'll do better."

"That would be wise," Maribel replied smoothly. "You represent this family when you're outside. I won't have you embarrassing us."

Lysette smirked, swirling her juice lazily. "Honestly, Mother, I don't know why you bother. She's invisible. Always has been."

The words should not have hurt. Elara had heard variations of them her entire life.

Yet today, they burned.

Because for the first time, someone had looked at her and seen something else entirely.

She pushed her chair back quietly and stood. "I should leave now."

Maribel nodded. "Don't be late."

Elara gathered her bag and stepped outside, the cool morning air brushing her face like a blessing. The city felt different today-brighter, louder, alive. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and began the walk toward the bus stop.

She didn't notice the black car at first.

It wasn't until it slowed beside her, moving with unhurried precision, that her heart jumped into her throat. Her steps faltered, fear flashing through her veins.

The window slid down smoothly.

"Elara."

Her breath caught.

Kael Arden Blackwood sat inside, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on her with unsettling focus.

"You shouldn't be walking alone," he said calmly.

Her mind raced. "You-you can't keep appearing like this," she whispered, glancing around nervously. "Someone might see."

"I know," he replied. "That's why I'm here."

He nodded toward the passenger seat.

For a moment, Elara didn't move.

Every instinct screamed caution. Nothing good had ever come from stepping into unfamiliar territory-especially with a man like him. Powerful. Untouchable. Dangerous in ways she didn't yet understand.

And yet.

Her feet carried her forward before her mind could stop them.

The door closed with a soft click, sealing her into a space that smelled faintly of leather and something sharper-control, maybe. Kael pulled back onto the road seamlessly, as if this moment had always been part of his plan.

"You don't have to drive me," she said quietly.

"I know," he replied.

Silence stretched between them, not awkward, but heavy with things unspoken. Elara folded her hands in her lap, acutely aware of how close he was, how steady his presence felt.

"Your stepmother doesn't know about this," she said.

"She won't," Kael answered without hesitation.

That should have alarmed her.

Instead, it comforted her.

They stopped at a quiet café near the edge of the business district. Kael parked and turned to her, his expression unreadable.

"Eat," he said simply.

Elara frowned. "I'm not hungry."

"That wasn't a suggestion."

She hesitated, then nodded.

Inside, the café was warm and softly lit, a stark contrast to the sharp edges of her daily life. Kael ordered effortlessly, as though the staff already knew him, and guided her to a corner table where no one could overhear them.

As she sipped her tea, warmth spreading through her chest, she finally dared to look at him properly.

Up close, Kael was even more imposing. His features were sharp, controlled, but there was something beneath the surface-a tension, a restraint-that made him feel less like a statue and more like a storm waiting to break.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked again, more firmly this time.

Kael studied her for a long moment before speaking. "Because people like Maribel Vale don't stop unless someone makes them."

Elara's stomach tightened. "You don't know her."

"I know enough," he replied. "I've seen her records. Her transactions. Her patterns."

Her eyes widened. "You investigated her?"

"Yes."

Fear flickered through her, but it was tangled with relief. Someone had finally noticed. Someone believed her life wasn't as simple as it appeared.

"You shouldn't trust me," Kael added quietly. "I don't intervene without reason."

"What's your reason?" she asked.

His gaze softened, just slightly. "You looked terrified in the rain. And no one deserves to live like that."

The words settled deep inside her, heavy and unfamiliar.

No one had ever said something like that to her before.

When he dropped her near her destination, Kael didn't get out of the car.

"This doesn't mean you belong to me," he said calmly. "But it does mean you're not unprotected anymore."

She nodded, unsure what to say.

As she stepped away, her phone vibrated.

Call me if you need anything. Anytime.

Her fingers tightened around the device.

Behind her, Kael watched her walk away, jaw set with quiet resolve. He had crossed a line he rarely allowed himself near.

And Maribel Vale would soon realize her control was slipping.

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