Chapter 5 The Proposal

[Elena's POV]

Heat crept up my neck.

"Fiancée?"

When? How?

A ripple of shock ran through the crowd. Then silence.

Hardin smiled-that calm, controlled smile-and walked to me. Each step landed like a measured beat against my ribs.

He slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. His arm came around me-firm and unyielding. The scent of him-clean, and sharp-made my breath falter.

"Now that you're aware of our relationship," he said coolly, scanning the crowd, "Move."

He guided me through the parted sea of people as they moved.

When we reached the car, he released me.

The space between us felt sudden overwhelming.

His eyes locked on mine.

"Sir," his secretary Cash said from the driver's seat.

I stepped back.

"Take her home," Hardin said. "Make sure she's safe. No mistakes."

And just like that, he walked away.

I couldn't speak; I didn't know what he was planning. My family was in danger.

"Miss Creed," Cash called, gently.

I slipped into the back seat.

Moments later, the car pulled away.

___

It was noon when I arrived at home. The crowd was gone.

What if my parents had seen Hardin call me his fiancée?

My legs trembled as I stepped inside.

The house was unnaturally silent.

Father wasn't watching the news; Mother wasn't in the kitchen.

Guilt tightened in my chest.

I was about to move when my mother came out.

I froze.

"Where were you, Elena?" she asked, rushing toward me. Worry etched her face.

"I... I..."

She pulled me into a tight embrace before I could explain.

"Why did you go out without informing me? It's dangerous to be alone right now. I was terrified when I couldn't find you in your room."

I felt her tears against my shoulders.

"I'm fine, Mom," I said, pulling back to wipe her cheeks. But the look in her eyes told me she wasn't convinced.

"Elena..."

"I'm fine," I insisted. If I let my voice shake, she would break and I couldn't afford that. "Where's Father?"

She shook her head. "He refuses to do anything."

So they hadn't seen the news yet.

Relief and guilt twisted together in my chest.

What would father say if he knew?

"I'm sorry, Mom," I whispered, embracing her again.

She held me tight.

___

Sleep refused to come.

I kept turning from side to side.

The room felt unbearably hot.

What was Hardin planning now? Had the announcement solved everything or made it worse?

My breath caught as a soft knock tapped against my window.

I slipped out of bed and opened it.

Jordan stood outside.

I bit my lip as our eyes locked.

"Can I come in?" he whispered.

I nodded and helped him climb inside.

"You shouldn't be here," I said quietly. "People might misunderstand."

He pulled me into a hug.

"I know you need this," he murmured. "The video has been taken down. People will forget soon."

Composure broke inside me.

"My father hasn't eaten. He won't speak to me. My mother pretends to be strong for my sake. They're ashamed of me," I whispered, voice trembling. "Will they forgive me?"

Jordan hugged me tighter.

"They will. Just give them some time."

___

The next morning, I found my father in the living room.

No television. No newspaper.

Just silence.

"Good morning, Father," I said softly.

"Good morning," he replied without glancing at me.

I swallowed.

"Father..."

He stood up and began walking away.

The doorbell rang.

He stopped.

"I'll get it," I offered.

He ignored me and opened the door.

My breath stilled.

Hardin stood there.

Calm.

Sharp.

Unreadable.

Why was he here?

My father wouldn't spare him now.

I could clearly see my father's fist clenching.

"We don't accept outsiders in our house, so you're not welcome here anymore, Mr. Kings," he said. The harshness in his tone cut deep into my heart.

Hardin sighed.

"I don't want to be here either..."

"Then why are you here?" my father growled.

"To set things right," he muttered.

Before I could react, my father's hand struck his face-twice.

My throat went dry.

Hardin didn't move. He didn't flinch.

"How dare you break my trust-and our friendship?" my father roared.

I rushed forward and grabbed his arm as he tried to punch him again.

"Father, please..." I whispered.

His muscles were rock hard beneath my fingers. For a moment, I thought he wouldn't stop. Then slowly, his arm dropped.

Hardin seemed completely unbothered, his gaze never shifting toward me. Instead, he stepped inside the house as if he belonged there.

My father pulled away. I quickly shut the door and followed them inside.

"I can't believe this," my father continued angrily.

"You have no shame. After what you did to me and my family, you still have the audacity to come to my house?"

Hardin slid his hands inside his pockets.

"I'm not here as your friend," he said calmly. "I'm here as your son-in-law."

My eyes widened.

What was he up to now? Son-in-law? Has he lost his mind?

My father let out a dry laugh that chilled the room.

"Now I know you've truly lost your mind. You think you can fool me, like you fooled everyone else by your fake fiancée news? I was your friend for years-I know you. No woman can be happy with you. And you expect me to marry my only daughter to someone like you?"

My feet went cold in my slippers. My father was aware of Hardin's announcement? So he had pretended not to know?

"I know I deserve those slaps," Hardin said evenly.

My father froze.

"But we don't have another option."

Silence filled the room.

"I'm not here to defend myself," he continued. "I'm here to protect what is left of our reputation. If Elena marries me, this stops being an affair."

I bit my lip.

Marriage?-This was his solution?

"I won't force her," he added calmly. "But this is the best solution."

My father's jaw tightened.

"I don't need your help," he snapped. "I'll protect my family myself. We don't need outsiders."

Hardin reached into his suit jacket, and placed a slim folder onto the table.

My father raised his eyebrows.

"It's a civil marriage arrangement," he said. "My lawyer prepared it last night."

The room felt smaller.

"If you change your mind," he added quietly. "You know where to find me."

My father snatched the folder from the table and thrust it back toward Hardin. "We don't need this," he said through clenched teeth.

Then he walked to the door and pulled it open.

"Thanks for your concern, Mr. Kings. You may leave." He glared.

Without another word, Hardin walked out, gripping the folder tightly.

I watched him go.

The door slammed, echoing through the house.

My father punched the wall so hard that I gasped, the plaster cracking beneath his fist.

"Father!"

"Brandon!" My mother rushed in.

"I'm fine," he said stiffly before storming inside.

My mother followed him.

I slowly sank onto the couch.

Friendship, business, and reputation were being destroyed because of me.

When will all of this end?

Silence answered me.

___

In the evening, I passed by my parents' bedroom when I heard my father pleading with someone on the phone. I knew it was one of his clients.

I leaned against the door frame.

"Sir, please! Hear me out first. This is a family matter and I'll take care of it. Please don't bring business into this."

Helplessness laced his voice.

"Please, sir..."

The person ended the call.

He clenched the phone, then he smashed it against the wall, shattering it completely.

I gasped, heart hammering.

He turned around, and our eyes met.

As he tried to walk away, I rushed into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Father," I whispered. "I'll make everything right. I promise. Please forgive me."

After a moment of silence, his arms wrapped around me.

"It's fine, dear."

I sniffed, letting the warmth of his embrace wash over me.

Tomorrow morning would mark a new chapter of my life.

___

The next morning, every employee stared at me as I walked down the hallway.

*She's Mr. Kings' fiancée?*

*Why did they hide it?*

*She's so lucky...*

I ignored them.

I wouldn't stand by and watch things collapse. I refused to be weak any longer.

I walked straight into Hardin's office.

He looked up, frowning.

"You should knock," he said coldly. "Ask for permission before entering."

I smiled softly.

Instead of answering, I walked forward and sat on the edge of his desk.

My heel brushed against his thigh.

His jaw tightened.

I leaned closer and lifted his chin, forcing him to look at me.

He breathed heavily.

Meeting his gaze made my heart race, despite the chaos swirling around us.

"I need permission to enter my fiancée's office?" I asked softly. "That's funny."

"Fiancée?" he drawled.

I leaned even closer and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"No," I whispered. "My husband."

His gaze sharpened.

"I'm here to accept your proposal, Hardin Kings."

I held his stare.

"Let's get married. Today."

The air between us turned dangerously still.

His eyes burned into mine.