Chapter 6 Between The lines of Truth

The words startled her, and she turned toward the source. Axel.

He appeared beside her with an air of authority that left no room for argument. Before she could fully process what was happening, he claimed her arm and whisked her away with such ease it was as though he had done it a hundred times before. The murmur of voices behind them faded as they stepped into the cool night air.

As they walked, she found herself glancing up at him, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He looked calm and composed, his grip firm but not forceful. For the first time, she wondered if this was why Adelaide had fallen for Axel.

There was a quiet strength about him, a confidence that made it seem like he could shield her from anything-even the relentless judgment of a room full of wolves. He was far more of a gentleman than she had imagined.

Not that she had spent much time imagining him at all.

Or had she?

Axel didn't say a word as they moved farther from the prying eyes inside. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, but it felt charged-like there were things unsaid, hanging in the air.

When they finally reached the edge of the garden, where the only light came from the soft glow of lanterns strung among the trees, he stopped and released her arm.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

She nodded quickly, too quickly, and tried to compose herself. "Yes, of course. Thank you for stepping in back there. I thought I might..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words.

"Collapse?" he finished for her, his lips twitching in the hint of a smirk.

She huffed out a breath that was half a laugh, half exasperation. "Something like that."

His gaze lingered on her, searching, as if he were trying to piece something together. "You shouldn't push yourself so hard. They'll take whatever you give them and then some more. If you don't set those boundaries."

"I didn't have much of a choice," she admitted. "They just kept coming, one after the other. I couldn't exactly walk away."

"You could have. You always had," he said simply. "But you didn't."

She looked at him, confused by the weight of his words. There was no accusation in his tone, just an observation that felt more layered than it seemed on the surface.

"You really care about convincing them, don't you?" he added.

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Did he mean the families? The crowd? Or...him?

"Of course," she said carefully. "It's important. For my family."

"For your family," he echoed, his tone unreadable.

For a moment, the only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves carried by the cool evening breeze. His eyes bore into hers, piercing and unrelenting, and she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, feeling as if he could see far more than she wanted him to.

"So..." she began, forcing a smile and desperately trying to steer the conversation somewhere lighter. "Did you have fun? Two months without me breathing down your neck must've been freeing, right?" Her voice sounded breezy, almost playful.

His expression darkened, and the teasing tone she'd hoped for evaporated. "Fun?" he repeated, his voice low, tinged with something raw. "No, D. Those two weeks were one of the worst days of my life. I was terrified."

The words hit her like a gust of wind.

He ran a hand through his hair, his face crumpling slightly as he spoke. "I thought I might never see you again. I came every day, hoping-begging-to see you, but your parents wouldn't even let me through the door." He exhaled sharply, his eyes closing as though trying to shut out the memories. Or maybe he was holding back tears.

Guilt clawed at her chest, sharp and unrelenting. His worst fear had come true. The real Adelaide was gone, and here she was, pretending to be her. His fiancée, the woman he clearly loved, was dead, and she was just a stand-in, fumbling through a role she wasn't sure she liked to play anymore.

What would he do if he found out? If he learned she wasn't Adelaide? Her stomach twisted at the thought.

She shivered, though it wasn't from the cold. He noticed instantly. "You're freezing. Do you want to go inside?"

"No, I'm fine," she said quickly, trying to sound casual. "I can manage."

He studied her for a long moment, his gaze soft but unwavering. Then he nodded. "Alright. Let's sit over there." He gestured toward a bench nestled in the garden.

As they started walking, he stopped abruptly. "Go ahead," he said. "I'll grab my jacket. I don't want you freezing to death on me." His tone was light, but his eyes carried a seriousness that made her chest tighten.

She nodded and watched him stride off. He moved quickly, purposefully, the way someone does when they care. And as she made her way to the bench, a thought crept into her mind. How fragile had Adelaide been that even a gentle breeze could be a threat? She must've lived a hard, delicate life.

She sank onto the bench, the quiet of the garden wrapping around her like a blanket. The cool air felt refreshing, a welcome contrast to the suffocating months she'd spent indoors, poring over Adelaide's life, memorizing scripts, and learning to become someone else.

As she waited for Axel to return, her thoughts drifted. What would life as Adelaide Whitlock look like from now on? Would she still be confined to her room, constantly monitored? Had she finally passed whatever test the Whitlocks had set for her? Would they now treat her as one of their own?

And then there was the earlier incident-Mrs. Whitlock's hasty retreat, Mr. Whitlock trailing after her. What had that been about? Had she said or done something wrong?

She was still mulling it over when something soft and warm draped over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she murmured, pulling the jacket closer. The faint, masculine scent of cologne clung to it, filling her senses.

There was a pause, long enough to feel deliberate. Then a voice-low and smooth with a hint of amusement-broke the silence. "You're welcome."

She froze, every muscle in her body tensing. That voice wasn't Axel's. Axel's voice was deeper, richer, with a warmth that felt like home. This voice... This voice was different. Also pleasing, but different from what she wanted to hear.

Before she could react, the figure stepped into view. Her breath caught in her throat.

It was him. The strange guy from earlier, the one whose name she still didn't know.

He looked at her with an expression that danced somewhere between playfulness and desperation, like he'd been waiting for this very moment for far too long.

"You..." The word slipped out before she could stop herself, her voice trembling just enough to betray her.

"Me," he replied, his smirk deepening as if he found her unease amusing.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, trying to inject authority into her tone, but it sounded more defensive than anything.

"Ouch." He placed a hand dramatically over his chest. "I thought we'd moved past this stage."

What was that supposed to mean? She wanted to ask but decided against it. This is definitely a conversation for Adele later, she thought grimly.

She glanced behind her, scanning the dimly lit garden for Axel. What was taking him so long? She wasn't equipped to navigate this exchange. She hadn't prepared for it, and the growing tension made her fear she'd slip up and say something Adelaide wouldn't have.

Without waiting for an invitation, he sat down beside her, his movements casual, almost possessive. "It feels good to sit with you again," he said, leaning back slightly as if this was his rightful place. "By the way, you looked breathtaking tonight. You always do."

A jolt of confusion shot through her. Her skin prickled under the weight of his words. What was happening? Why was she having this conversation at all? Everything about it felt wrong, out of place, and deeply unsettling.

Could she just get up and leave without making it seem like she was running away? Would Adelaide have stayed? And-what kind of relationship did she even have with this guy?

"Remember the night we sat here, staring at the stars?" His voice softened, laced with something raw and bittersweet. "The past two months you were bedridden, I sat under the stars every night. And smiled, remembering the conversations we had that night."

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Panic bubbled in her chest, threatening to spill over. What was he talking about? Did this mean Adelaide had been... toying with two men? No, no, no. Please, no. That couldn't be it. She couldn't be part of that. The guilt of pretending to be someone she wasn't with Axel was already suffocating. Now this? She couldn't.

She glanced behind her again, silently begging for Axel to appear and rescue her.

He did the same too. After a pause, he turned back, his expression unreadable. "Axel left."

"What?" The word came out in a stutter, disbelief and unease washing over her in equal measure. Her gaze snapped to him, her mind racing.

"Family business," he said, his tone flat, like it was no big deal.

For a moment, Nina just stared at him, the pieces finally coming together in a way she didn't like. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the man beside her-Nathan Graves, the name finally clicking into place-looked at her too. He was Axel's cousin.

She swallowed hard, her mind screaming for an exit strategy as Nathan leaned back against the bench, utterly unbothered.

"Well," he said, that smirk curling back into place, "looks like it's just us again as always."