Adrian
I stared at her retreating back as she shut the door behind her. “Fuck!” I kicked the empty can next to my foot. The day was already ruined. I had been the one who specifically asked Martha to book her as the event planner for the party. I wanted to see her again, to prove to her—and maybe to myself—that I’d moved on. But seeing her again, looking just as beautiful as she had five years ago, with her blue eyes still as mesmerizing and her lips still as tempting… it hit me like a brick. I hadn’t moved on. Not even close. It took every ounce of self-control not to push her against the wall and kiss her senseless. But I couldn’t. Not after what she had done. Not after what I’d seen with my own eyes. And now Nova had bailed on me, knowing full well her dad’s company was on the line. I had helped Xavier a few years ago, never planning to call in the favor. But Aaron, God help him, had twisted my hand. Aaron, with his perfect fiancée and his annoying insistence that all of us needed to settle down if we wanted to climb higher in the company. It wasn’t enough to be good at our jobs—no, he wanted us to find “balance” and “stability.” Fucking rubbish. But he was the boss, and I wasn’t about to throw away a shot at the promotion that could get me the exposure I needed in the world of technology. That was why I had decided to get a wife. No one came to mind, so I’d cashed in Xavier’s favor. His daughter, Nova, as my wife until the promotion came through. It wasn’t romantic, but it was practical. And they couldn’t even keep their end of the bargain. My phone rang. I checked the caller ID, expecting Nova, but it wasn’t her. It was my dad. I sent the call to voicemail and shoved the phone back into my pocket. I left the room, slamming the door behind me, and made my way toward the main hall. I needed to find Astrid. She could send the guests away. The party was over. I spotted blonde hair as she stepped out of the bathroom, her blue dress clinging to her figure in a way that stopped me in my tracks. Astrid. Her hips swayed under that dress, the same color as her eyes. For a moment, I stood there, just staring. I had once memorized every inch of that body with my lips, kissed and worshipped every part. My hands ached to touch her, to hold her again, but she wasn’t mine anymore. She never would be. Astrid Blythe was a cheating liar. She stopped to chat with a few guests, her smile perfect and practiced. She was good at this—masking whatever she felt. Once, she’d been an open book to me. Her eyes had always given her away. But now? Now I couldn’t read her. The thought of what I had to do next churned in my gut, but I forced myself to push it down. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Xavier again. “Where is she?” I asked. The silence on the other end stretched a moment too long. “She… she eloped with her boyfriend. Adrian, I swear to God, I didn’t know this was going to happen—” I ended the call before he could finish. I needed a wife by the weekend. The thought that came next was one I’d been trying to avoid, but it refused to leave me alone. I took the backstage route toward the podium, my steps slow, my hands stuffed into my pockets. The place was supposed to be where I introduced my bride—a woman who was still a mystery to everyone here because they hadn’t seen me with anyone. No one could have guessed who it would be, and that made this plan all the more twistedly perfect. I stood at the back of the stage, trying to gather my words. Because, hell, Astrid Blythe was going to be my wife.Astrid I returned to the party, my muscles coiled with tension. It’s not every day you meet an ex who was once your entire world.“What did he say?” my assistant asked. I shrugged, gripping the hem of my dress a little too tightly.“We’re sending the guests away. I’ll make a quick announcement, and then you’ll handle the rest,” I muttered, already moving toward the front of the room.“What? What about the bride?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion. I glanced at her over my shoulder, my expression dry and enough to pass a message.“Just do as you’re told, Nora.” My voice was clipped, and she stopped in her tracks, watching as I climbed onto the podium—the very spot where the groom should have introduced his bride.“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” I began, gripping the microphone as every head turned toward me. Murmurs and whispers rippled through the crowd, I could taste their curiosities in my mouth. Bitter and sour. “Thank you all for gracing this occasion. I trust you’
AstridI stared at myself in the floor-length mirror, admiring the white dress I’d bought at the last minute.The dress was beautiful, ending at my knees with a silver lining at the neckline and delicate pearls hanging from it.It felt ironic how a dress so pretty could be for an occasion so… fake. I wasn’t just the event planner anymore. Now, I was the bride.I had pinned my hair into a bun and done my makeup myself. This wasn’t a grand affair. Adrian had decided we’d go to a small chapel to get married, and I couldn’t have been happier.If I was lucky, I’d walk away from this sham of a marriage with a clean slate and someday marry someone who deserved me.I turned away, grabbed the bouquet, and slipped my shoes on. Adrian would arrive any second.Two days ago, at the engagement party, we had exchanged contact information.I opened the door just in time to see an SUV pull up. The chauffeur, who I assumed worked for Adrian, rolled the window down and nodded at me. I quickly crossed th
Astrid“Get her things from her home,” Adrian said to the chauffeur once we'd arrived at his house. It was obvious Adrian was doing quite well, a huge contrast to the man I’d known five years ago.His house was massive, the kind that felt too big for one person. Knowing Adrian, though, he probably lived alone.“Should I be surprised you know where I live?” I asked, crossing my arms. My tone was dry, but I was genuinely curious. His brown eyes narrowed on me.“No, you shouldn't,” he replied curtly, turning away and heading up the wide front steps. The driver pulled out of the garage, leaving me alone to follow.I took in the sight of the house as I trailed after him. Well, if I’d be staying here for a couple of months, I might as well start familiarizing myself with the place.Adrian walked ahead, his strides confident and unhurried. My gaze drifted to his frame. His shoulders were broader than I remembered, his legs stronger. And his biceps? Hard to say, considering he was always in a
~Astrid~“Okay. I saw the news, and it’s ridiculous,” Freya chuckled awkwardly as I dried my hair. I already knew what she was about to say but kept quiet, letting her speak.“Your doppelganger got announced as Adrian’s fiancée. It’s sickening that he’s actually getting married to someone who looks like you. Screw that, I think they’re already married,” she continued as I dressed quickly, my thoughts racing.“Are you listening to me, Ash?” she asked, her voice curious. I nodded, knowing fully well she couldn’t see me.“I can hear you,” I said, glancing around my room. I’d spent most of the night arranging everything while waiting for my things to arrive, so everything was already in place.“I knew he never got over you. I always knew it,” Freya giggled, oblivious to the tension building inside me. I let out a steady breath. It was now or never.“I’m his wife, Fre. I got married to Adrian,” I said, my voice calm but firm. She chuckled at first, thinking it was some kind of joke. Then s
~Adrian~ Aaron watched as his fiancè led Astrid away before turning his attention to me.“You're married, funny,” he said dryly, shoving his hands into his pockets.“Doesn't seem funny to me,” I took a step closer to him. “Don't speak to her like that again...ever,”Aaron didn't look even bothered, he just stared at me like I was some kind of annoying pest.“Considering the fact that you never spoke about a woman in the years since I've known you and then, you get yourself a random lady as your wife because you're about losing your job,” he said and I felt slightly irritated, because he knew nothing about me absolutely nothing.“You know nothing, okay? So don't judge,” he remained silent, just watching me. I stared back just as both women returned.Astrid returned to my side, holding my arm. I tensed almost immediately but forced myself to relax knowing fully well Aaron could pick on it. Aaron’s gaze flickered to Astrid, like he was trying to piece something together. Joan smiled w
~Astrid~It was warm everywhere. I wondered why their pillows felt this good, I could literally stay in bed all day.Except this pillow was breathing. I peeled my eyes open, staring at nothing for the first few seconds.And then it dawned on me. I'd shared a bed with Adrian and that explained why I could feel warmth everywhere.Because he was right behind me with his erection nestled in the crack of my ass. I shut my eyes tightly.If it was back then, I'd have been happy to cuddle with him and when we woke up to situations like this, we just well.. you know.But now? It was goddamn mortifying making me wonder why the hell he wasn't out of bed yet. Adrian wasn't a deep sleeper neither was he a rough sleeper.Making me wonder how he crossed the pillow I'd sacrificed and left in the middle to keep our distance.“God, you crossed the boundaries we set, fucker.” I hissed, shoving him lightly. He groaned and then tensed for a second, pulling back a bit.That was what I thought.“Can you eve
Adrian"Mr. Chase contacted me. He asked that we send a bodyguard—one to keep his daughter safe. I need you to send one of the guys from Seattle. My men are all occupied," Aaron said as we stepped into his study, his tone leaving no room for argument."I don’t think I have any men free. The one left is the scariest of them all. He’s the guy for VIP jobs, and Chase isn’t a VIP member, is he?" I asked, glancing at Aaron, who gave me a pointed look."He owns one of the biggest shares in the company. He’s the famous telecom billionaire. Send whoever you have, as long as they can do their job."I hummed, settling into the chair opposite his desk while he turned around. "Xander is available. But since we’re talking about protecting a woman, he won’t be up for the job," I shrugged.Xander was one of the best bodyguards in ZenithCrypt Securities, and he knew it. Arrogant prick. Most clients had complained that he was cold—too cold. Didn’t talk, didn’t interact, just did the job and left. I di
~Astrid~After spending a few days in New York, we finally returned to Seattle, and boy, were things awkward.Adrian had completely shut down after I spent a ridiculous amount on shopping. Strangely, the thought of him being pissed off brought me a twisted sense of satisfaction.When the car finally stopped in the garage, Adrian stepped out, adjusting his collar with that stiff, controlled air he always had. I stared at my phone for a second before climbing out too."I'm going out," I announced casually. He froze mid-step, slowly turning around to look at me.His gaze flicked down my body, lingering, and I cocked my head slightly to the side, arching a brow."And where exactly are you going?" he asked, his tone cool but with an edge that wasn’t hard to miss.I sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Informing you that I'm going out should be enough, Voss. You really don’t want to know where."The chauffeur hurriedly got out, unloading our bags, his movements quick and tense l
♡Astrid♡When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed — in my room. It felt a little too quiet.I sat up slowly and rubbed my forehead. My head was pounding. I looked around the room. Where was Freya?“Fre?” I called out. My voice was raspy. Maybe she was in the bathroom? But there was no answer.I pushed the blanket off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Please don’t tell me she left and went to the living room. If she did, she might’ve run into… fuck!I quickly left the room, not bothering to close the door. As I went downstairs, I tried not to move too fast because of my headache.When I reached the bottom and looked into the living room, I saw her. Freya was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. I let out a breath, feeling relieved — until I saw who was sitting across from her.Adrian.What the hell?Back when Adrian and I were dating, he and Freya were always at each other's neck.Now? Freya was glaring at him, and Adrian just stared at her like he didn’t ca
♤Adrian♤She still had her arms around me. To say I momentarily froze was an understatement. Hell, I had no idea what the fuck was going on."Astrid," I called quietly, my arms stiff at my sides, unsure of what to do. She sniffled and tightened her grip, holding on like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart."One second, Voss," she muttered, voice small, almost pleading. I let her.I couldn’t push her away, not when she was like this. I couldn’t even ask why—because, well, it was none of my fucking business.But I knew. It had something to do with why her sister was here. She dodged my question earlier, right before we hit the road, and that told me all I needed to know—she didn’t want to talk about it.I had my own things I didn’t want to talk about either.Her grip loosened, and she took a step back. The loss of her warmth hit immediately, like stepping outside on a cold night.She brushed her hair out of her face, but in the darkness, I couldn’t see her expression. I
♡Astrid♡We arrived at the compound within minutes. Freya was still curled up at my side, and I stroked her hair absentmindedly, my mind racing with what to do next.Derrick wouldn’t be put on trial without solid evidence. Just Freya and me testifying wouldn’t be enough either. Hell, I even doubted if Mom would believe us.She trusted that man—loved him, even. That scumbag.There was no way I was letting Freya go back to that house while Derrick was still there.Adrian killed the ignition and adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes meeting mine. He raised a brow but stayed silent.I pressed my lips together and rubbed Freya’s shoulder gently."Hey," I whispered. She lifted her head slightly. "We need to go in now, yeah?"She nodded and sat up. Adrian stepped out of the car, and she glanced at him before turning back to me."You really married him, huh?" she murmured.I gave a small smile before opening the door and stepping out. She followed.Adrian stood outside, waiting. Once we we
♡Astrid♡ My phone rang the moment we got home. Freya's name flashed on the screen. I glanced at Adrian, who was already heading toward the cellar where he kept his drinks. He grabbed a bottle and took a long swig straight from it. Oh well, that was my cue to disappear. We’d done enough socializing for the day. Swiping at the green button, I brought the phone to my ear as I climbed the stairs. "Hey, Fre," I muttered. Silence. "Hey," she finally said, her voice quiet. I frowned as I reached my bedroom door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Yeah, I always locked my door before leaving. The last thing I wanted was someone going through my things. "What's wrong?" I asked. Freya was never this quiet. She was always bubbly, always ready to yell into my ear the second I picked up. I tossed my bag onto the bed and sat down, undoing my shoes while waiting for her to answer. A sniff on the other end made me pause. "Freya?" My body tensed. "What's going on?" "It's nothing… Mum isn't
♤ Adrian ♤Her lips were soft and warm—just as I remembered.The moment they met mine, a flood of old memories crashed through me, ones I hadn’t dared revisit in years. I brushed my thumb over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. She parted her lips slightly, just enough to make my heart do a ridiculous, foolish skip.My heart did a silly skip, and I pulled away, stopping the kiss before it went… well, over the top. My eyes met hers just as my father stopped at our table.There was lingering heat and confusion swirling in her blue irises. There was something unreadable in her gaze—something that made me wonder if she felt the same pull I did.I ignored the man glaring down at me. How the fuck was he here? And no, this wasn’t a coincidence. Nothing ever happened by chance where Gary Voss was involved.I leaned back in my seat as she glanced at the towering figure beside us, her face flushing a slight shade of red.She was blushing.I sighed and checked my wri
♡Astrid♡A warm hand slid around my waist, pulling me into his chest as we made our way toward a table facing the entrance.There were only a handful of people scattered around, but all eyes were on us as we settled into our seats. Conversations slowly dulled out to whispers.Adrian sat opposite me, his gaze flickered to the door while I had my back to it. A waiter approached, clutching a menu.“Welcome to Glamour. What may I get you?” he asked, and Adrian’s eyes shifted to me. He tilted his head slightly, silently urging me to order first.I cleared my throat, glancing up at the waiter.“Can I take a look at the menu?” I asked, and he gave me a polite smile before handing it over. I skimmed through it, pressing my lips together.Finally, I handed it back to him.“Pan- seared salmon with lemon butter sauce and yeah, asparagus. I'd love to have a glass of bourbon too,” I muttered, and he nodded, turning to Adrian, who gave a small nod.“A bottle of classic martini for me,” Adrian said,
♡Astrid♡We left the house together by noon. Well, I had to get to work, and he... I don’t know. Whatever Adrian Voss did to keep himself busy.What I didn’t expect was to see a group of paparazzi in front of my office.Adrian slowed down as I stared through the tinted glass windows. Nora and Sloane were outside, trying to curtail the group, who kept shoving microphones and flashing cameras in their faces.I shuddered lightly. How the fuck did they find my office?I swallowed hard and unbuckled my seatbelt. It was me they wanted, right? No need for them to harass my PA and secretary.I made to step out of the car when Adrian’s hand stopped me, firm on my thigh. I turned to stare at him, and he just cocked his head to the side.“What are you doing?” he asked, and I glanced down at where his hand rested on me. He slowly removed it, placing it on the steering wheel.“I’m going out. They’re harassing my employees,” I said, and he looked at me like I’d suddenly lost my mind.“They’re out t
♡Astrid♡The news was everywhere by the morning, splashed across every platform I could think of. No wonder my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with calls and messages.Oh, and of course, my social media was no exception. Adrian was right—if this exploded, both our reputations would take a hit. And here we are.Don’t get me started on the comments. Cruel, biting, and downright nasty. Apparently, a good number of women weren’t thrilled that I married Adrian—and in secret, no less.I groaned, shutting off my phone and rolling onto my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Fantastic. My life was just about to become a circus.Silly of me to think I could get out of this sham of a marriage without consequences. Really laughable.I stayed in bed for a few more minutes, delaying the inevitable. The reality outside my door—and a certain brown-eyed man—weren’t things I was eager to face.And speaking of him, we were going to have to put on a whole show until the news died down. Touching, smiling,
♤Adrian♤I was in the sitting room, going through some random files. Something that I rarely did.I had a study, but I need a change of scene. It was at that moment she walked in. Head hung low, shoulders hunched and eyes dull.She walked past me and up the staircase without acknowledging my presence. No greetings, no glare, nothing.And that...well, it made me feel uneasy. I was slowly getting used to rousing a reaction from her. Never good, always bad.I glanced at her retreating form as she walked into her room, quietly closing the door behind her. I knew something was wrong.Even though she hated me right now, Astrid had always been full of light. The only time I'd seen her look that sad was when she didn't get into the college she was prying to get into.Other than that, she's always been cheerful until well, our breakup. I turned back to the files I was going through but I wasn't able to concentrate, battling with my inner conscience to either go to her or just let it be.She w