Bound by Fate, Freed by Love
img img Bound by Fate, Freed by Love img Chapter 3 The Meeting
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Chapter 6 The Cold Mansion img
Chapter 7 A CLASH OF EGOS img
Chapter 8 Sophie's Shadow img
Chapter 9 Silent Breakfasts img
Chapter 10 Grace's Escape Attempt img
Chapter 11 The Ultimatum img
Chapter 12 Unwanted Chemistry img
Chapter 13 The Charity Ball img
Chapter 14 An Unexpected Touch img
Chapter 15 His Secrets Begin img
Chapter 16 The Family Visit img
Chapter 17 The Silent War img
Chapter 18 The Storm Night img
Chapter 19 Cracked Walls img
Chapter 20 Grace's Gentle Touch img
Chapter 21 Almost a Kiss img
Chapter 22 Daniel Returns img
Chapter 23 The Confrontation img
Chapter 24 The Drunken Truth img
Chapter 25 The Morning After img
Chapter 26 Sophie's Betrayal img
Chapter 27 Broken Trust img
Chapter 28 Leaving Again img
Chapter 29 The Letter img
Chapter 30 Torn Between Pride and Love img
Chapter 31 The Business Scandal img
Chapter 32 Grace's Decision img
Chapter 33 Reunited in Chaos img
Chapter 34 A Gentle Apology img
Chapter 35 The Kiss That Changes Everything img
Chapter 36 A New Beginning img
Chapter 37 Sunday Morning Peace img
Chapter 38 Sophie's Last Move img
Chapter 39 The Secret Revealed img
Chapter 40 The Big Argument img
Chapter 41 Walking Away Again img
Chapter 42 Adrian's Breakdown img
Chapter 43 The Accident img
Chapter 44 Words from the Heart img
Chapter 45 Healing Together img
Chapter 46 Moving Forward img
Chapter 47 Family Reconciliation img
Chapter 48 Daniel's Goodbye img
Chapter 49 Their First Real Vacation img
Chapter 50 The Surprise Proposal img
Chapter 51 The Vow Renewal img
Chapter 52 Homecoming img
Chapter 53 The Pregnancy News img
Chapter 54 Overcoming Fear img
Chapter 55 The Baby Shower img
Chapter 56 A Scare img
Chapter 57 Love Through Pain img
Chapter 58 A New Life img
Chapter 59 Reflection img
Chapter 60 Happily Ever After img
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Chapter 3 The Meeting

Grace hadn't planned to show up. She'd told her father a dozen times she wouldn't go through with "the introduction." But then the secretary from Cole Holdings called polite, professional, impossible to ignore and somehow, she found herself standing in the sleek marble lobby of one of the most intimidating corporate towers in the city. The air smelled like money and expensive cologne. "Miss Lawson," the receptionist greeted her with a polished smile. "Mr. Cole will see you now." Her stomach twisted. Mr. Cole. Even the title annoyed her.

She straightened her blazer, forced her chin up, and followed the assistant into the top-floor office. He stood by the window, back to her, city skyline glittering behind him. Tall. Perfectly tailored suit. Calm posture that screamed confidence. He turned. And for one terrifying heartbeat, she forgot every speech she'd practiced. He wasn't just handsome. He was... precise. The kind of man who seemed carved, not born sharp jawline, cool blue eyes that assessed everything, even her. Especially her. "Grace Lawson," he said smoothly, voice low and steady. "Finally." Her pulse kicked. "I didn't realize you were waiting." "I was," he said. "I like to meet the person I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with before I sign my name to it." "Good," she replied, matching his tone. "Then you'll know exactly who to blame when I refuse." That earned the faintest smile. "You're direct. I expected that." "You expected me?" she asked, folding her arms. "I did my research," he said simply, stepping closer. "You're a communications strategist, work with NGOs, known for being outspoken. Your father says you inherited his stubbornness." "And your parents say you inherited their arrogance," she shot back. He chuckled a soft, amused sound that made her more irritated. "Touché." For a long moment, silence stretched between them. The city hummed below, sunlight spilling through the glass and catching the angles of his face. She hated how aware she was of him. The quiet power. The steady gaze. The faint hint of cologne that made it hard to think. "So," she said briskly, "let's skip the polite nonsense. I'm not doing this." His brow arched. "Doing what?" "This arranged marriage. Whatever alliance or merger or social chess game our parents are trying to play I'm not a pawn in it." He didn't look offended. If anything, he looked intrigued. "You always lead with defiance?" "Only when someone tries to own me." He stepped closer, hands in his pockets. "I'm not trying to own you, Grace. I'm trying to understand you." "Don't." "I can't help it," he said, voice calm but with a dangerous edge of curiosity. "You walk in here like you're already fighting a war, but you don't even know me." "I know enough." "Do you?" His tone softened, but his gaze didn't waver. "Because from where I'm standing, you're angry at your parents, not me." The words hit too close. She hated that he was right. She took a step back, needing space. "Don't analyze me, Mr. Cole." "Adrian," he corrected, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You can drop the formality." "I'd rather drop this entire meeting." "Then why are you still here?" That one landed. Her throat tightened. "Because I wanted to see what kind of man thinks he can marry a stranger just to make his parents happy." He tilted his head slightly. "And what's your verdict?" "You're exactly what I expected." "And what's that?" "Arrogant. Charming in a rehearsed way. The kind of man who knows he's good-looking and uses it like a weapon." His eyes gleamed. "And yet, you noticed." She blinked. "Excuse me?" "You said I use it like a weapon. That means you saw it." Her cheeks warmed. "Don't flatter yourself." "Wouldn't dream of it," he said lightly, though the corner of his mouth betrayed amusement. "But you're blushing." "I'm furious." "Of course you are." Their eyes locked again sharp, defiant, electric. The tension felt dangerous, like standing too close to a fire and pretending not to feel the heat. He moved behind his desk, giving her a chance to breathe. "Our parents are... old-fashioned," he said. "This arrangement isn't about control. It's about legacy. Stability." "Those are just pretty words for business transaction," she snapped. "Maybe. But there's more to it. I don't need your money, and you don't need mine. So what if we redefined what this could mean?" "Redefined?" "Yes." His eyes caught hers again, thoughtful now. "What if we made it ours, instead of theirs?" Grace stared at him. "You actually think you can turn an arranged marriage into some sort of romantic partnership?" "Why not?" "Because it's insane!" He smiled faintly. "So is refusing something before you've even considered what it could become." "You're impossible." "And you're stubborn." "Good," she said. "Now that we've identified our fatal flaws, can I go?" "Of course," he said easily, leaning against the desk. "But before you do" He handed her a slim black card. "Dinner. Tomorrow. One hour. Neutral territory. You can yell at me in public this time." She blinked. "You're kidding." "No. I'm curious to see if you're this fiery outside of an office." Her fingers itched to throw the card at him. Instead, she slipped it into her bag. "You won't get what you want." He smiled slowly. "I already got something I wanted." "What's that?" He didn't look away. "Your attention." Her heart skipped. Just once. She covered it with a glare. "Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Cole." "Adrian," he corrected again, with maddening calm. "And I'll see you tomorrow, Grace." Outside, the air felt colder than she remembered. Her pulse refused to slow. She leaned against her car door, muttering under her breath. "Arrogant, infuriating, impossible man." And yet... she caught herself smiling. Just a little. Maybe she wasn't mad because he was arrogant. Maybe she was mad because he wasn't what she expected at all.

            
            

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