Chapter 5 The Wedding Night Bargain

The car door shut with a muted thud, and the world outside blurred into streaks of neon light.

New York's skyline glittered against the dark, skyscrapers spearing the clouds like jeweled blades. Billboards flashed, taxis honked, and laughter spilled from sidewalks, but inside the car, silence reigned-thick, suffocating.

Nate sat across from me, one arm draped lazily over the leather seat, the other resting on his knee. He didn't look at me, not once. His profile was sharp in the passing glow of the city lights, all angles and shadows. The silence between us crackled louder than any sound.

I shifted slightly, my gown rustling against the seat. The lace scratched at my skin, each snag a reminder that I wasn't Amelia. That I didn't belong here.

The driver cleared his throat once, then thought better of it. The partition rose silently, sealing me alone with Nate.

The air thickened. My lungs strained against it.

Finally, he spoke. His voice was low, controlled, but each word struck like a hammer.

"Tell me, Annie..." His eyes slid to me, black and unreadable. "Did your father send you to warm my bed? Or was this your idea all along?"

Heat shot to my face. My fingers twisted in the fabric of my gown.

"That's not fair," I whispered, my throat tightening. "I didn't choose this."

His lips curved-not into a smile, but into something colder. "No? Because you stood there and said vows to me. You let the priest call you my wife." His gaze darkened, trailing down and back up slowly. "And yet, you still look like a stranger dressed in your sister's skin."

My pulse stuttered. His words cut, but the way his eyes lingered burned even more. I wanted to snap back, to tell him the truth, but my tongue froze.

"I'm not Amelia," I said finally, my voice sharper than I expected. "I never wanted your money. I never wanted this marriage."

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, his body a looming shadow in the dim light. "Then what is it you do want, Annie?" His tone mocked me. "Freedom? Love? Or do you prefer secrets in hotel rooms with strangers?"

My stomach lurched. I couldn't breathe. He remembered. He knew exactly who I was that night.

I turned my face to the window, the city lights blurring into streaks. "That night had nothing to do with this," I whispered, my voice trembling despite the steel I tried to force into it.

Nate's laugh was soft, humorless. "Everything has to do with this."

The car slowed, pulling up before glass towers that speared the sky. His building-his fortress. The doorman straightened at the sight of him, tipping his hat, not daring to look too long at me.

Inside, marble and steel swallowed me whole. The lobby gleamed under cold light, a cavern of glass and silence. Our footsteps echoed as we crossed it, his stride long and confident, mine shaky and hesitant.

The elevator ride was worse than the car. The small space vibrated with tension. Nate stood too close, the warmth of his body seeping through my gown. The scent of cedar and clean musk clung to him, pulling me back to that night I couldn't forget. My thighs pressed together involuntarily, shame and heat spiraling through me.

When the doors opened, the world shifted again. His penthouse stretched wide, windows spilling out into the night sky. The city sparkled beneath us, but it felt like a cage, not a view.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" His voice was flat as he loosened his tie, his gaze still locked on me. "All of this. Mine." His eyes narrowed slightly. "And now, so are you."

I flinched. "I'm not something you can own."

He moved closer, slow, deliberate. His shirt collar loosened, his jaw tight. "Then what are you, Annie? A pawn? A martyr? Or just a girl too scared to admit she played the game and lost?"

My chest rose and fell too fast. My hands shook as I held them together in front of me. "I'm just trying to protect my family."

Nate's lips curved in disdain. "Your family," he said bitterly, "traded you like livestock. Don't dress it up as sacrifice. You were payment. Nothing more."

The words gutted me. My throat burned, but I refused to let him see me break. "If that's how you see me," I said, my voice low, "then maybe you're the one who's lost more than you realize."

For a second-just a second-his eyes softened. Then it was gone, shuttered, replaced by a darkness that made my heart pound.

The silence stretched. His gaze dipped once, lingering where the neckline of my gown barely clung to my skin. My breath hitched. I could feel the heat of his body even though he hadn't touched me.

He stepped closer, the air between us thinning to nothing. My pulse roared in my ears. His hand brushed mine-not gently, not harshly, but deliberately. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver through me.

Our faces were inches apart. His eyes flickered to my lips. My breath caught. I swayed closer without meaning to, my body betraying me, craving what my mind screamed to resist.

And then-he pulled back.

"As tempting as it is," he said quietly, his voice rough, "I don't trust you."

The rejection stung sharper than any slap. My chest hollowed out, my lips trembling with words I couldn't form.

Nate turned, shrugging off his jacket, tossing it carelessly across a chair. "You'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow we'll discuss what comes next."

I stood frozen, my gown heavy around me, my body still trembling from the almost that didn't happen.

He didn't look at me again. He disappeared into another room, the sound of a door closing echoing like a verdict.

Silence pressed in. I could hear the city outside, faint horns, the whisper of the wind against glass. My hands shook as I touched the neckline of my gown, my skin still tingling from where his fingers had brushed mine.

Slowly, I walked to the window, staring out at the endless city lights. They sparkled like promises I would never touch.

And then my hand drifted to my stomach. My fingers pressed lightly against the flat fabric of the gown, the secret I carried hidden beneath silk and lace.

My voice cracked as I whispered, barely audible even to myself:

"What will he do if he finds out about you?"

The question hung in the air, heavier than the night itself.