A novel by Nancyの小説

22“Adrianna!” comes his low, commanding voice, slicing through the darkness. “Do you think you can hide from me?” Her heart races as she steps back instinctively, disoriented by the storm of emotion crashing over her. The man she both desires and despises sits poised like a predator ready to strike, his intense gaze fixing upon her with unyielding intensity. “What are you doing here?” she demands, every ounce of her frustration pouring into her words, turning the air electric. “I'm here for you, Adrianna?” Lance replies languorously. He leans casually against the wall, his presence commanding and unyielding in the darkness of the room. He beckons Adrianna to him with a lazy smile, the corners of his lips curling up playfully. Yet, she hesitates, her heart pounding frantically in her chest. “No—and see yourself out, please.” Lance's smile widens and he walks toward her. Panic engulfs her as he approaches, triggering an instinctual need to flee. “Adrianna,” he purrs, stepping clos

Father, ple—please!” she whispers, audible enough to their hearing, but her Father remains unfazed by her cries. Adrianna gathers emotions like storm clouds in a brewing tempest and walks out of the room. She feels the weight of anger and betrayal settle heavily in her chest. As she steps out into the waiting area, Victoria and Wade stand expectantly, their expression a mix of concern and curiosity. Her once warm face now looks pale and a bit wrinkly due to stress. “Adrianna! Is everything okay?” Victoria calls, attempting to bridge the gap filled with unspoken words and emotions, but Adrianna instinctively pulls back, shunning her sister's touch. She knows her anger isn't meant to be directed to them but she cannot help it—mostly by the very people she loves. “I need some time alone,” she snaps, her voice cold and ice, and she brushes past them without a second glance. “Adrianna, please wait!” Victoria called after but her little sister was already pushing through the heavy doors

20The bathtub is filled up with warm water and rose petals float on the surface of the water. Twirling a rose petal, she watches the bathwater drip down her long fingers. She feels her body begin to relax from the soft touches of Martha. “That shameless scumbag! How dare he undress an unconscious lady.” “you've got it wrong Ma. I was the one that changed your clothes yesterday as instructed by Mr Lance.” Maria says, her voice barely above a whisper, yet there is a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You mean he had you change me? Adrianna’s indignation rises again, this time directed towards the maid beside her.“Yes, miss. But it was just for comfort. We have to ensure you are well taken care of. And Mr Lance had to leave to give you some privacy. “Oh really? She mutters, left with mixed emotions. A part of her is glad that Lance didn't touch her while the other part—the vulnerable and yearning part is a little bit disappointed. Did he mean it? That she is not his type? She thinks.

A smooth familiar voice greets her. Even if she reincarnates a thousand times, she will always recognize his smooth deep voice. As she turns her head, there is Lance. She blinks, chest tightening as she takes in Lance, who is impeccably dressed in a tailored emerald—colored suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and angular jawline, the soft light enhances the angle of his jaws and the rich color of his eyes. He is sitting casually on a couch across her bed, with his legs crossed over the other. His presence is infuriatingly disarming, and for a moment, she finds herself mesmerized by how effortlessly handsome Lance is. “Where am I? She croaks, her throat dry and scratchy as her heart races maybe from the sight of him or the crazy scene from last night. Lance smirks as if he enjoys the chaos swirling around her. “You are safe, for now. But,” he gestures to a file lying on the table, open and inviting. “Time to sign the contract,”’ he adds sardonically, letting the weight of those

Adrianna strides towards the waiting car, with each step she takes a thunderous echo of her internal rage. As she approaches the face of Lance blurs, shifting hauntingly to that of Robert, his right-hand man. Her imagination must be playing tricks on her. She shakes her head, trying to dispel the fleeting image as she reaches the car. “Good evening, Miss Houston,” Robert greets her with practiced politeness as he opens the back seat door. He stands there, composed and ready, but Adrianna barely registers his presence. “Just drive!” she mutters coldly, sliding into the leather seat, revengeful thoughts swirling in her head. Lance!” She imagines his face, contorted in fear, his eyes pleading for mercy just the way they were five years ago. She yearns to tear him apart, get back at him, to dismantle the carefully constructed facade of his charm. The drive is a silent, tense journey. Robert, sensing her volatile mood, keeps his eyes fixed on the road, his hands gripping the steering wh

The crisp, sterile air or aroma of the freshly brewed coffee mingling with the buttery croissants does little to soothe Adrianna’s frayed nerves. The sunlight pours in through the large glass windows, casting a warm glow over the polished marble tables. Her fingers tap nervously against her phone. She glances at the clock, she should have heard from Wade by now. With every passing minute, her mind drifts back to the events that unfolded yesterday, the memory that stings and she prefers not to remember. Flashback……Adrianna glares at Lance, trying to pull her hands free from his grasp. “Let me go!” she demands, her voice taunt with fury. Her smirks, leaning closer, his breath earl against her skin. A knock at the door interrupts the tension. Robert strides, followed closely by a draped gaudy, sequined dress that sparkles even in the muted office light. Her luscious hair flows down her shoulders, amplifying the theater of her presence. “Lance!” the woman exclaims and rushes towards