Adrian’s POVThe bass of the music pounded through the club, yet the only rhythm I could focus on was the erratic thump of my own pulse as I stood next to Emily. She was close—so close that her scent wrapped around me like a drug I hadn’t known I needed. The faint, delicate sweetness of her perfume teased me, mingling with something undeniably her. I hadn’t thought it was possible to feel both intoxicated and anchored, but she had me at the edge of both, just by standing there.I leaned in, eyes tracing her face, savoring every small detail: the slope of her nose, the subtle curve of her lips. I could barely keep my focus as I asked, “Are you all right, Emily?” My voice came out rougher than I intended. Every word felt like an invitation to something neither of us had acknowledged but both felt simmering between us.She looked up, her gaze meeting mine, and I couldn’t look away. Everything around us faded, drowned out by this insistent, magnetic pull. I couldn’t remember the last time
Chapter 1: The VesselIsabella's POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air as I reclined in the cold, unforgiving chair. My body felt like it had been carved from stone—heavy, drained, and aching, but sleep? That was a distant memory. I never could rest after a donation.It had become routine—too routine, actually. My body had been stripped and tested so many times for her that I no longer recognized myself. I had given her so much: my blood, a kidney, part of my liver. My hair, even down to my teeth. Yet, each time, she rejected it. Every sacrifice was a wasted offering. Each piece of me, lost.And my family? They didn’t care. Not anymore. I used to wonder if they saw me as their daughter, but now I knew the truth: I wasn’t a person to them. I was an asset. A tool for their precious, sickly, psychopathic daughter—my sister, Elena, who they pampered and adored while they drained the life from me. Even now, I knew I’d be expected to give more. They’d never stop.I clenched m
Emily’s POVI woke up to an empty bed. A dull ache between my legs reminded me just how far last night had gone. But now… he was gone.Opening my eyes, I let them drift over to his side of the bed, empty and untouched since he’d left. A strange, hollow pang twisted inside me. Sure, I didn’t exactly expect to wake up with him by my side—not with the way things were between us. Still, a part of me had wanted him here.I tried to shake off the disappointment as I made my way to the bathroom, fighting the surge of anxiety rising within me. It had to be a one-time thing, right? Adrian didn’t strike me as the kind of man who’d stick around once he’d gotten what he wanted. I’d thought I was prepared for that. After all, I knew the drill. Nathan had done the same, slipping away slowly, bit by bit, until there was nothing left of us.But Adrian… Adrian had made me feel things that Nathan never did. He made me feel seen, desired, understood in ways I hadn’t known I needed. And that scared me. I
Emily's POVI walked into the hotel lounge, where the soft clink of glasses and gentle hum of conversation underscored the elegance of the space. The warm, polished tones of the decor seemed to amplify the quiet confidence I carried as I moved. I hadn’t expected today’s meeting to be a big deal, just another step in the plans Jessica had initiated for our marketing expansion. But my confidence wavered slightly as I saw who awaited me—a man who seemed entirely out of place for a routine meeting.AlexAlexander, the CEO of one of the country’s leading media companies, was seated, watching me with a composed, attentive gaze. Broad-shouldered, sharply dressed in a tailored suit, he radiated the quiet charisma of a man used to commanding spaces much larger than this lounge.Why would the CEO himself show up for a mere business meeting?Despite my surprise, I kept my expression neutral, greeting him with a warm smile as I approached. “Bill Alexandra. Alexander,” I said, extending my hand. “T
Emily’s POVAlex didn’t flinch, standing up to shake Adrian’s hand, the faintest flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Good to see you, Adrian. Still commandeering every room you walk into, I see?”Adrian didn’t bother with pleasantries, only a sharp nod before he turned to me, his eyes a mix of challenge and something darker. “I didn’t know you were working with Media Dynamics. Last I checked, we were trying to keep things at the top-tier level.”Alexsmiled coolly. “Third-best media company in the country, actually. We’re not all giants, but we know how to deliver quality.” His tone was smooth, but I felt the tension rise between them. I was suddenly very aware that I was in the middle of a rivalry.Alexlaughed lightly, though there was a subtle edge to it. “Still holding grudges from college, Adrian? I can assure you, Ms. Emily, I’m here with every intention of making this partnership as beneficial as possible.”I felt my irritation flaring. “You’re both acting as if I don’t have a say
Emily's POVAs I entered the lobby, I immediately took in the situation. A young woman in an outrageously expensive designer suit was standing with her arms crossed, glaring down at a nervous junior staff member. Her voice, already raised, carried across the entire lobby, making heads turn. A small entourage of bodyguards stood just behind her, their stone faces scanning the room for any sign of trouble."Apologies!" the woman demanded, her voice sharp and unforgiving. "Apologies! How dare you tell me that I can’t have the VIP room I requested? Do you even know who I am?"The junior staff member who already ad tears streaming down her face, flinched at the onslaught, her cheeks reddening. I could see the panic in her eyes, as she shoook and continued to apologize , the woman—Vivian, as I recalled—spoke again."I’m not staying in a room unless it faces the garden! A regular room? Do you expect me to stay in a regular room?" Vivian's words cut through the air like a knife, laced with an
Emily's POVI returned to my office, the door closing with a soft click behind me. The quiet enveloped me, but it did little to calm the storm swirling inside. My fingers brushed the edge of my phone, still in my hand. I glanced at the screen, debating whether I should check the endless stream of emails or just bury myself in work. But the weight of Vivian’s words—her casual declaration that she was engaged to Adrian Blackwood—pressed on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.I dialed Claire’s number quickly, not bothering to wait for it to ring long before I spoke."Hey, just checking in. You get home safe?" My tone was clipped, colder than I intended, but I couldn't help it. The anger and confusion still simmered beneath the surface, and I didn't want to deal with small talk right now."Yeah, I'm fine," Claire replied, her voice light and unconcerned. "I made it home just fine, don’t worry."I let out a breath, trying to rein in my emotions. I wa
Emily’s POVThe tires screeched as I sped out of the hotel’s compound, barely daring to glance in the rearview mirror. But, of course, he was there—following me. I could feel my heart pounding, could practically see him in my mind’s eye, gripping the wheel of his car, pursuing me with that infuriating determination of his. My hands clenched tighter, knuckles turning white as I pressed the gas pedal to the floor.I had no plan. I didn’t know where I was going, and it didn’t matter. I just knew that I couldn’t stop. Not for him. Not for anyone. I couldn’t face him, not after seeing Vivian wrapped around him, touching him so familiarly, as if… as if he was hers. My stomach churned at the thought.Ahead, the light turned red. I didn’t slow down. My foot stayed firmly on the pedal, my pulse racing faster than ever. I barely registered the blare of a horn as I sped through the intersection, narrowly avoiding a truck that roared by with a gust of wind so strong it shook my car. I gasped, but
Emily’s POVAs I stood on the balcony, letting the weekend breeze blow against my face, it dawned on me just what I had gotten myself into. I had become the very thing I once despised—the position I loathed most. A mistress.Whether Adrian and Bianca were official or not, whether their relationship was close-knit or loosely defined, I was the outsider. The intruder. And it stung.The bitterness of it all twisted in my chest, an ache that refused to subside. I remembered hating Camille with every fiber of my being for stepping into my life, for destroying the fragile peace Nathan and I once shared. I detested Nathan even more for allowing it.Now, I was doing the same thing—ruining someone else’s peace. Bianca wouldn’t let this slide. She was relentless. From what little I’d seen, the media was already nipping at my heels. My face might have been blurred out for now, my name still anonymous, but with the pace of technology, it wouldn’t be long before they uncovered me.The thought of m
Emily’s POV I woke up to the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon. The warmth of the duvet cocooned me, but the spot next to me was empty. Adrian’s absence made my heart sink for a fleeting moment until I heard the faint clinking of plates in the adjoining kitchen.A soft smile tugged at my lips. He was making breakfast.Stretching, I sat up and reached for my phone on the nightstand, but it wasn’t there. That’s when I noticed his phone, its screen lighting up with a notification from Vincent.Curiosity tugged at me. I shouldn’t have peeked—Adrian had been nothing but transparent with me—but the words BREAKING NEWS in bold were impossible to ignore. My hand hovered over the phone for a second before I gave in and swiped the notification open.The video started playing immediately.The headline read: “President Blackwood’s Mystery Woman: Passionate Moments in a Hotel Room!” My heart skipped a beat as blurry pictures of Adrian and me filled the screen.Adrian’s face was unmistakable. Min
Emily's POVAdrian’s hands were all over me the second the rooftop doors clicked shut behind us. My back hit the cold wall, and I let out a startled laugh, muffled when his lips claimed mine again.“Adrian,” I gasped between kisses, trying to catch my breath, “we’re still... still outside.”He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “Then let’s go inside before I make you scream right here.”The boldness of his words sent a wave of heat straight to my core. I let him pull me down the hallway, his hand firmly gripping mine, his stride full of purpose. We barely made it into the bedroom before his mouth was on mine again, hungry and unrelenting.I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, my fingers trembling from both the intensity of the moment and the sheer need coursing through me. When I finally tugged the fabric open, he shrugged it off impatiently, and I couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped my lips.“What’s funny?” he murmured against
Emily's POVI watched Claire’s face light up as the doctor gave her the all-clear to go home for the night. “You can return tomorrow for the tests,” he said, his tone calm but firm, “but make sure you rest.”Just as relief started to ease the lines on her face, Vincent spoke up. “Someone needs to stay with her. She’s pregnant, and I’m not leaving her alone.”I rolled my eyes. Typical Vincent. I admired his protective streak, but sometimes it was too much. “I’m here,” I said firmly. “I can stay with her.”Claire shook her head, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “Emily, you have work tomorrow. You’ve already done enough for me today.”“But—”Claire raised a hand to stop me. “Don’t argue with me.” Her tone was soft but resolute. “Go home, freshen up, and come back tomorrow.”Her words stung, though I couldn’t exactly say why. I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a near whisper. “And where’s your... military boyfriend in all of this?” I asked, careful not to draw Vincent’s attenti
Emily's POVThe vineyard was enchanting, a private oasis where time seemed to stand still. I couldn’t help but feel at peace as Adrian’s piercing gaze held mine. He had a way of making everything else disappear, and in that moment, I wanted to let him in—fully.We sat on the soft picnic blanket, our wine glasses glinting under the fading sunlight. “So, tell me,” Adrian said, his voice warm and inviting. “What’s your dream, Emily? What do you want out of life?”His question caught me off guard, but the sincerity in his eyes encouraged me to open up. “I want... more than just success,” I began, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “I want to create something lasting, something that matters. A business that supports people, helps them grow. And maybe one day…” I hesitated, feeling vulnerable under his scrutiny.“Go on,” he urged gently.“Maybe one day, a family. But only if it’s with someone who sees me as an equal, someone who... values me for me.”His expression softened, and for a m
Emily's POVI woke up to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, warming the edges of the bed. Stretching languidly, I let the events of the last few days wash over me. Adrian—his intensity, his protectiveness, and that maddening charm of his—was all I could think about.But my responsibilities called, tugging me back to reality. The hotel wouldn’t run itself, and I had left so much undone. My team deserved more than me hiding away, no matter how tempting it was to let Adrian keep me cocooned in his world.As I made my way to breakfast, I resolved to convince him I needed to return to work. Easier said than done, I realized when his piercing gaze met mine over the table.“You’re not going back without security,” he said before I could even get the words out. His tone left no room for argument.I tried to keep my voice calm, measured. “Adrian, I’ll be fine. Really. I’ll be careful.”“That’s not enough,” he replied, his voice softening but still firm. “Emily, I can’t t
Emily's POVI woke slowly, the warmth of the sheets cocooning me, creating a shield against reality. The faint ache in my body was a bittersweet reminder of everything that had transpired—fear, rescue, and the man who refused to let me face any of it alone. Adrian. His presence lingered in the air, as palpable as the cedar and citrus scent that clung to the bedding.The room around me wasn’t mine. It was too masculine, too pristine, yet somehow inviting in its simplicity. My gaze drifted to the bedside table, where a note sat propped against a steaming cup of tea."You’re safe here. Rest. I’ll be back soon."The sight of it made my chest tighten. He’d thought of everything, even my favorite tea. As I reached for the cup, its warmth seeped into my hands, steadying me. The taste was familiar, soothing, but it did little to calm the storm inside me. How could someone so powerful, so complicated, care this much?The sound of the door opening startled me, and I turned just as Adrian steppe
Emily’s POVWhen I woke, the first thing I noticed was the faint golden light streaming through the curtains. It painted the room in warm hues, but the warmth didn’t extend to my chest. There was a dull ache there, a reminder that the horrors of last night hadn’t been a nightmare.I sat up slowly, my muscles stiff and aching, and the events of the previous evening washed over me like a cold wave. The hands that had grabbed me. The cruel laughter. The helplessness. My chest tightened, and I clenched my fists against the surge of emotions threatening to drown me.But then I remembered him.Adrian.My gaze flicked to the chair by the window, where he had sat the last time I drifted off, his presence a silent shield against my spiraling thoughts. But now, the chair was empty.He’s gone.The thought was like a knife twisting in my gut. I shouldn’t have expected him to stay. He had done enough, hadn’t he? Stayed through the worst of it, comforted me when I couldn’t even face myself. It wasn
Adrian’s POVThe silence in the penthouse was unnerving. My steps echoed faintly as I moved through the dimly lit space, the weight of the night pressing down on me. Emily lay asleep in my bed, her delicate form wrapped tightly in the blankets, as if shielding herself from the world. Her face was calm now, a stark contrast to the fear and pain I’d seen etched into it only hours ago.My hands curled into fists at the memory. Those bastards had dared to lay a hand on her—to hurt her. Rage simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over, but I forced myself to exhale slowly, grounding the storm. I couldn’t afford to lose control now. Not when she needed me steady.I sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb her, though my gaze lingered on the faint bruises marring her skin. Her breathing was soft, even, a rhythm I found myself syncing to as the tension in my body eased ever so slightly.But the guilt? That didn’t fade.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees a