“I'm leaving."
Adrian took Anna's hand and dragged her harshly into his room and shut the door, pinning her against it. “I already told you you're not leaving until I decide what to do with the pregnancy.” Adrian muttered through gritted teeth as his finger moved to Anna's face, tucking the strands of stray hair behind her ear while holding her gaze. There was something about her piercing blue eyes that always drew him in. He wants to kiss her badly; being so close to her with her warm body pressed under his was messing up his senses. She fits perfectly into his body. Anna, who was searching Adrian's eyes, reading the emotions in them, broke his thoughts with her words. “It almost seems like you're just using that as an excuse to get me to stay here because you're in love with me!” Anna yelled in his face. Adrian's grip that was now on Anna's neck faltered, ‘in love with her? But he had promised Helena to never love another woman except her. He can't break that promise; Helena deserves his sincerity. But why does he think about Anna and the baby inside her? How was he going to tell Helena he made love to Anna and she got pregnant?’ Not wanting Anna to get a whiff of his inner turmoil, he smirked and said in a flat voice. “Don't be so full of yourself; I'm keeping you here because I want you to suffer for seducing me. You even dared to hurt the woman I love.” Adrian said, looking into Anna's eyes, he wanted to see her reaction to him declaring Helena as his love has on her. But for the first time, there were no emotions in those clear eyes. Did she really not feel anything for him?’ The thought that Anna didn't hold him in her heart angered him. “I didn't seduce you; I was drunk. And I wouldn't try to explain today; you wouldn't believe me even if I explained what happened!” Anna yelled, her lips dangerously close to Adrian's. Before she realized it, Adrian sealed her lips, kissing her fiercely. Anna pushed him away and slapped him across the face. Adrian grinned and sealed her lips once again and bit her lower lips, which he sucked on, tasting her blood in his mouth before pulling away. "You're crazy!" Anna said, swaying her hand to slap Adrian again. He pinned her hands above her head, his body pressing against her tightly; it was suffocating her. “This is the last time you hit me; the next time you hit me...” “What? You will kill me?” Adrian smirked and said, “That would be letting you off easily. I'm off to the office; you would check on Helena and help with everything she needs since you made her handicapped,” he turned to leave when Anna said after him. “I won't; I'm not a maid.” “Defy my orders, and you would wish you never met me.” With that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom. ~~~ A few hours had passed, and Anna, after some thoughts, decided to check on Helena since she still hadn't come out of her room. Knock Knock She knocked gently on the door and entered. “What do you want here?” Helena asked on seeing Anna enter her room. Anna looked around the room; it was beautifully decorated, and there was a photo frame on the nightstand that caught Anna's eye. Instinctively she moved toward it, and it was an old picture of Adrian and Helena; they looked very happy together. A broad smile she had never seen on Adrian's face since the four years she had been by his side, he looked happy. “We took it the day he tried to kill himself.” Helena, who was watching Anna, said. “I beg your pardon." Anna asked, turning to look at Helena, who had tears in her eyes. “I saved him that day; that was the day we met. I was fifteen then. After I saved him, we went to the amusement park. That's where we got the picture taken. A smile appeared on his sad face. Anna, please. I love Adrian; I can't live without him. If it's money you want, I have a lot; I can give you my entire fortune, but not Adrian; he's my life; he has been my companion, my strength through tough times; the hope of being together with him again kept me moving these past years away. I love him. Anna, I can go to any length just to be by his side; he's my obsession.” Helena said her last statement had an underlying meaning to it. She meant to inform Anna she was willing to kill Anna if she didn't take her offer and stay away from Adrian. At times she wishes Adrian was like in the past, hidden from the word. The hidden twin brother of the real Adrian Adams; that way he could only be hers. But that bastard, Adrian, has to leave, and Aiden has to take his place. Anna, who was still looking at the photo frame in her hands, frowned when she saw the date on the photo. She could never forget that day. It was the day she wanted to give her innocence to Adrian as his birthday present; it was his birthday, and he decided to spend it with her. But he left hurriedly after receiving a phone call. 'However, the time in the picture? Adrian was with her at that time; how was he able to be with Helena? And why did he try to kill himself?' “Are you sure the date on the photo is correct?" Anna couldn't help but voice her confusion, unable to contain the confusion bubbling within her. “Yes, it was his birthday, 18th August. Why?” Anna shook her head and asked, “Do you need something? So I can get it for you?” However, before Helena could open her mouth, Anna's hand moved to her lips, feeling the urge to vomit. Without wasting time, she ran into Helena's bathroom and threw up. Helena frowned, sitting up and getting off the bed. She had reached the bathroom and opened it just in time to see Anna, who was walking out of the bathroom, running back and throwing up again. “Are you pregnant?” she asked when Anna finished puking.Sorry🤗, lovelies, for not updating for the past few days. I currently have three ongoing books. But I will try my best and start updating daily from today. Thank you. ❤Love, Fireworks💥
“Are you pregnant?” Helena asked when Anna finished puking. Anna walked over to the sink, her movements unsteady as she turned on the tap, the cool water cascading down. She brought her hands to her face, rinsing away the remnants of her earlier ordeal, feeling the refreshing stream wash over her skin. Just as she stepped back, feeling slightly better, Helena gripped her wrist with a firm hold, her eyes fierce and demanding as she raised her voice. “I asked you a question! Are you pregnant?!” "Helena, you're hurting me,” Anna said as she tried to pull her arm from Helena. “You fucking slut, I will kill you and your baby! Only I can have Adrian's children; he's mine!” With a swift shove, Helena pushed Anna, the force catching her off guard. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, pounding like a drum as she lost her balance. She extended her arms out in a desperate attempt to brace herself, her palms crashing against the cool, hard floor instead. “Helena, you are crazy!” Anna yelled,
It was a few minutes past midnight when the door of the enormous living room opened. Simona, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room dressed in a flimsy black nightgown, stood up on hearing her husband's familiar voice speaking, seemingly on the phone, and judging by the gentleness of his voice, it was obvious who he was speaking to. Acting like the fact that her husband, even though it was a contract marriage, was conversing with his first love at that hour didn't hurt, she tried to push those thoughts aside. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, her heart beating nervously as she reached for his bag, a small attempt to improve the growing distance between them. “You’re late again. Busy at work?” Simona asked, her voice calm yet laced with an underlying tension. She knew that without her interruption, Adrian wouldn’t abandon the conversation that had completely absorbed his attention. Adrian glanced at Simona for the first time since he got home. His gaze traced the
~ Two weeks later ~ The club was in full swing, with neon lights flashing on and off, loud music playing, and bodies moving to the beat on the dancefloor. But 25-year-old Simona was feeling the complete opposite of everything. However, she has managed to put on a strong facade to hide her inner turmoil. But judging by the way her best friend sitting across from her was looking at her with a worried expression, she realized she was doing a bad job at hiding her pain. “Cheers to finally getting divorced!” She suddenly exclaimed, lifting one of the glass shots in front of her up; she gulped it down, feeling high from the number of tequila shots she had already taken. That was the sixth or seventh shot she was taking, but it still hurts. She wants to forget, but everything reminds her of him, making it impossible for her to stop thinking about him. He had laid down his rules; she was to be his substitute and contract wife for two years; he would provide her with everything; he would
The moment Adrian got to his penthouse bedroom, he pins Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily. He bit on her lips, slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, and sucked every corner of her mouth. As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. ‘It was almost like she didn't know how to kiss.' He thought but shook his head. ‘Simona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,’ he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath. “Turn and let me help you out of your clothes,” Adrian purposely said; he wanted to see if Simona was faking being drunk. She proved him wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck. “Adrian, I love you,” she said, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied, “I love you too,” without realizing. He turned her around and pulled up her dress and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again and
Diana's white sedan came to an abrupt halt in front of Anastasia. She has spent the entire night looking for Anastasia. She was worried and scared; she went through the footage of the club and saw Anastasia approach a man who took her away in his car, but since the distance was far, she couldn't make out the face of the man.She had to call Harold and tell him about what happened. Harold tried to keep her calm on the phone and told her he would take the next available flight and come, but Diana wasn't calm; she could sense the worry in Harold's voice. Would he be angry at her for taking Anastasia to the club? The thought made her heart skip a beat.She was only relieved when Anastasia called and asked her to come get her, but seeing Anastasia's haggard appearance now, all her worries surfaced again.“Anna! What happened to you?” Diana said getting out of the car and rushing towards her friend, who looked like she had been tortured. There were tiny bruises on her neck, shoulders, thig
Today, Simona Smith, a 25-year-old secretary at Ann’s Fashion Empire who lived on the third door on the left on the tenth floor of her rented apartment, was home and didn't report to work due to a severe cold and sore throat. She was seated on her couch, clad in a duvet, hugging her knees while watching TV. Reaching for the hot ginger tea she has been sipping, she realized it had gone cold. She stood up to get another cup when her doorbell rang.“Who could it be?” She muttered to herself, putting the mug she was holding on the kitchen counter, and went to get the door. Simona opened the door and came face-to-face with the most handsome man she had ever seen. “Hi, please, I'm looking for Miss Simona Smith,” Michael said, in his professional tone as he took in the appearance of the beautiful woman with a red nose standing in front of him blushing. He realized she must be having a cold with her red nose. But her blushing—was it for him? Simona, who was blushing fiercely, tucked her hai
Three hours earlier, Adrian exited his car and strolled into the company with a furious look on his face, exuding a menacing aura that made the employees in the reception instinctively shrink back in fear. On stepping inside the elevator, Adrian shoved his trembling, clenched fists into his pockets, struggling to keep his anger and mostly his frustration under control. Each breath he took was a battle. He had thought he would see Simona, or whatever her name is; he wanted to see her, but instead, he found only the chilling void of her absence, as if she had never existed at all. With a surge of emotion, he pulled his hand out and punched the unyielding metallic wall of the elevator, a guttural and exasperated groan escaping his lips. "How dare you, Simona!" he shouted, delivering another blow, his knuckles hurting and staining red against the metallic surface. “Sir, please, calm—” Michael began, standing nervously behind his boss, but his voice faltered under the weight of Adrian
Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.)~~~A few hours earlier, in the enormous bedroom of a mansion located in a different country, Helena sat on the bed with a worried look on her face, holding a phone to her ear, but once again, there was no answer to her call. At that moment, her phone began to ring, and she answered.“What did you find?”“I found out that he spent the night in his penthouse with his wife, I mean his ex-wife,” the person on the line reported. Helena's hand clenched into a fist as she tried to suppress the rage burning inside her and asked impatiently.“What else did you find?”“The woman left early, and judging from her appearance, they had sex.”“aaahhh!” Helena screamed and hung up the call, tossing the phone away angrily.Mr
“Are you pregnant?” Helena asked when Anna finished puking. Anna walked over to the sink, her movements unsteady as she turned on the tap, the cool water cascading down. She brought her hands to her face, rinsing away the remnants of her earlier ordeal, feeling the refreshing stream wash over her skin. Just as she stepped back, feeling slightly better, Helena gripped her wrist with a firm hold, her eyes fierce and demanding as she raised her voice. “I asked you a question! Are you pregnant?!” "Helena, you're hurting me,” Anna said as she tried to pull her arm from Helena. “You fucking slut, I will kill you and your baby! Only I can have Adrian's children; he's mine!” With a swift shove, Helena pushed Anna, the force catching her off guard. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, pounding like a drum as she lost her balance. She extended her arms out in a desperate attempt to brace herself, her palms crashing against the cool, hard floor instead. “Helena, you are crazy!” Anna yelled,
“I'm leaving." Adrian took Anna's hand and dragged her harshly into his room and shut the door, pinning her against it. “I already told you you're not leaving until I decide what to do with the pregnancy.” Adrian muttered through gritted teeth as his finger moved to Anna's face, tucking the strands of stray hair behind her ear while holding her gaze. There was something about her piercing blue eyes that always drew him in. He wants to kiss her badly; being so close to her with her warm body pressed under his was messing up his senses. She fits perfectly into his body. Anna, who was searching Adrian's eyes, reading the emotions in them, broke his thoughts with her words. “It almost seems like you're just using that as an excuse to get me to stay here because you're in love with me!” Anna yelled in his face. Adrian's grip that was now on Anna's neck faltered, ‘in love with her? But he had promised Helena to never love another woman except her. He can't break that promise; Helena
Thirty minutes later, Anna stepped into the kitchen, confusion etched on her face from the events of a few moments ago. She was uncertain about Adrian's strange behavior toward her. Was it genuine affection, or was it merely related to the baby? After bathing her, Adrian dried her off and carried her into the bedroom, where he helped her get ready. He even blow-dried her hair. However, he then returned to the bathroom without a word. Anna sat on the edge of the bed, anticipation bubbling within her as she awaited his return, hoping for a conversation to clear her confusion. But as time ticked by and the silence stretched on, she grew restless. He came out of the bathroom and entered the closet, but was taking longer than expected in the closet, and the familiar pang of hunger reminded her that she had skipped supper the previous night. Deciding she couldn't wait any longer, she left. “I'm sorry,” Anna said when she walked into someone and a mug of coffee dropped onto the floor, sma
Anna woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening and saw Adrian walking in. The moment Adrian entered the bedroom and saw Anna, a wave of remorse washed over him. He had totally forgotten about her. His gaze moved to the cuff chains on the bedpost and back to her wrist. ‘Fuck, how could he have forgotten about cuffing her?’ He approached the bed intending to explain to Anna why he left, but she suddenly got up and stood in front of him. Before Adrian could speak, she held out her hands and said angrily. “Get your trash off my hands, and I'm out of your house. If you think I'm going to use the baby to get your attention, then be rest assured, I won't.” “What if I don't agree?” Adrian asked angrily; his eyes red shot. “It's my fucking sperm that's growing inside you!” he growled. "Well, sorry to burst your bubbles; it's not your fucking sperm; you are not the only man in my life. I have many available sperm donors.” Anna yelled, and Adrian smirked menacingly, towering over her a
Back in Adrian’s home, the maid, after cooking the meal, went up and found Anna cuffed to the bed. “Oh, Mrs. Adams.” She exclaimed softly as she placed the tray on the table and approached her, reaching for the cuff, but it was locked. “It won't open; I already tried. Why don't you check with the gardener? One of his tools might be able to break it,” Anna suggested, and she nodded and excused herself. A few minutes later, she came back with the gardener, and the chain was successfully broken, leaving the bracelets around her wrist. “Thank you, Thomas, Felicia,” Anna thanked them with a warm smile. “You are welcome, madam,” they said simultaneously. Thomas excused himself and left. "Come, madam, please eat something; the boss specifically asked me to prepare this for you.” Anna forced a smile and replied, "Thank you." Anna had just finished her meal when her phone started ringing. She stood up and got it from the bed and checked the ID; it was Patrick. “Hello, Patrick.”
Adrian, after exiting the bedroom, went to the kitchen and instructed the maids to prepare something soft for Anna; he had heard her stomach rumbling on their way to his house. He made his way toward the living room, and just then his phone began to ring again. He pulled it out and saw it was Michael calling.“What is it?” “Sir, I just noticed an email that arrived this morning. After four long years, Iris has finally replied to us. She mentioned that she will be at the company by noon to discuss the details of our endorsement.” “That's great; make arrangements for her arrival; I’ll be there shortly.” With that, he ended the call and tucked the phone into his pocket, a renewed sense of urgency propelling within him as he strode out, forgetting about Anna being cuffed to his bed.~~~ Adams corp. ~~~A-line corporation.It was a few minutes past noon when Michael and Linda, who were waiting in front of the company to welcome Iris, New York's most renowned fashion designer, exchanged g
Adrian's car came to a screeching halt in his driveway. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut as he circled it and opened Anna's side of the door. However, Anna, being the spoiled brat, looked away from him angrily, her lips pulled int a pout, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Adrian smirked; he leaned in and unfastened her seatbelt as he deliberately brushed his nose on her cheek, letting out a haggard breath. Anna's heart skipped a beat as goosebumps erupted on her skin, feeling Adrian's warm breath fan her face. Just then, she felt herself being lifted, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck. She remained quiet, her heart racing as Adrian made his way into the house. The moment they entered the bedroom, Anna trembled, feeling a sudden chill down her spine. She looked up to find Adrian staring down at her with a dark venomous glare. He walked to the bed and sat her on it. Without saying a word, he turned, walking into the closest. Immediately the clo
The door to Chairman Adams' private ward opened, and Adrian walked in, followed by Michael. Chairman Adams, who had been browsing through his phone with a wide grin on his face, expression quickly switched to a startled one as he tried to hide his device. However, he gave up, knowing his grandson had already seen through his facade.“What?” Chairman Adams asked half-defensively.“Grandfather, please tell me you’re not pretending to be ill again,” Adrian said, frowning deeply.“Yes, I am. I wanted to see my grandson. Have you forgotten that I have two grandsons?” Chairman Adams replied in a grumpy tone. Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself. “Grandfather, it has been ten years—ten fucking long years. Please try to forget about him! He himself said he wouldn’t be coming back, and we should forget about him. Why won’t you grant him his wish?” Adrian said, frustration evident in his voice. He was exhausted by his grandfather's constant troubles.
~ One month later ~ “Miss Moore, I suggest you take a break now; it's a few minutes past midnight. You didn't go home yesterday either; I'm worried; you lied to your dad about staying in a hotel when you're working.” Patrick scolded."Okay, fine,” Annastasia said, finally giving up, unable to take more of Patrick's scolding. She thought she had her dad off her back, but Patrick was worse than her dad. Turning around, Anastasia saw Simona fast asleep on her desk, and she sighed. She has been immersed in completing her draft sample; she ignored her employees' feelings. She walked over to Simona and patted her on the shoulder.“Madam!” Simona said, standing up abruptly. Anastasia smiled and said, "Pack up; I will drop you off."“Thank you for your kindness, madam, but I will get a cab.” Simona said, and Anastasia raised an eyebrow at her. “Okay, I will get my bag.” Anastasia smiled and bent over to get her bag, but was hit with a sudden dizziness. She tried to support herself by grabbi