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 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 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 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 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.”As Adrian led me toward the VIP lounge, his hand gripping mine tightly, I couldn’t help but glance back over my shoulder. A flicker of light caught my attention—quick and subtle, like the flash of a camera.I froze mid-step.“Adrian,” I whispered, tugging at his hand.He turned, his brow furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”“I think...” I hesitated, scanning the dimly lit hallway. There was no one in sight now, but the nagging feeling remained. “I thought I saw someone... taking pictures.”His grip on my hand tightened, and his expression darkened. “Stay
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 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 He proved it to me as he ravaged my insides, his thrusts leaving me gasping, trembling against the balcony railing. His hands gripped my hips with possession, his movements unrestrained, as though his sole purpose was to unravel me completely. Pleasure coiled through me like molten fire, leaving me moaning and writhing, lost in the depths of sensations only he could summon.When I finally convulsed around him, my body shuddering in the aftermath of a soul-defying orgasm, I slumped against the cool metal railing, unable to stand upright. He caught me before I could fall, holding me steady as I tried to process what had just happened."Do you feel convinced now?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear as his voice dripped with dark satisfaction. “Or do you need me to prove it some more?”Before I could muster a response, he swept me into his arms, carrying me bridal style back to the bed I had only recently left. My body felt boneless, utterly exhausted and tingling
Emily’s POVThe bathroom was eerily silent, save for the sound of my shaky breaths and the faint hum of the overhead fan. My hands trembled as I clutched the small plastic stick, staring at the two faint pink lines that stared back at me like an answer to a prayer. Two lines.I blinked, tears spilling over onto my cheeks, and let out a choked laugh that sounded almost foreign to my ears. I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear dropped onto the stick. My vision blurred, but those two lines remained clear, bold, and unyielding.Two years. Two long years of waiting, hoping, and silently mourning every month when the answer was always no. I had wanted to believe it would happen one day, but as time dragged on, doubt crept in.I sank onto the toilet seat, the stick still clutched in my trembling hands, and fumbled for my phone. My fingers moved on autopilot, searching for the one person who would understand the significance of
Emily’s POV“You may now kiss the bride.”The pastor’s voice echoed through the garden venue, and as Adrian cupped my face with gentle, possessive hands, the world around us melted away. Everything—every face, every sound, every moment—blurred into insignificance, leaving just him and me in a universe of our own. His lips captured mine in a kiss so tender yet electrifying that it didn’t feel like the start of something new, but rather the continuation of something eternal. It was a promise, a silent declaration that the past no longer held me hostage.The applause that erupted around us was distant, muffled. Tears brimmed in my eyes, spilling over as our lips parted. But for the first time, these weren’t tears of heartbreak or regret. They were tears of unfiltered, unrestrained joy.This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a rebirth.The scars from my first marriage no longer stung as they once had. They were still there, faint and faded, but they no longer had power over me. This was my se
Adrian’s POVThe cemetery was quiet, the air heavy with the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. Standing before the cold, gray headstone etched with my parents' names, I felt the weight of fifteen years lift off my shoulders. Emily stood just behind me, her hand warm and steady on my shoulder as I knelt to clear away the leaves that had gathered at the base of their grave.“I kept my promise,” I murmured, my voice barely audible in the stillness. “I found the truth. And I made sure they can’t hurt anyone else the way they hurt us.”Emily crouched beside me, her touch grounding me as she placed a bouquet of white lilies on the grave. “They’d be so proud of you, Adrian,” she said softly, her voice brimming with sincerity. “You’ve been through so much, but you turned it all into strength. That’s… that’s incredible.”Her words hit me harder than I expected, and for the first time in years, I felt a lump rise in my throat. I glanced at her, her beautiful face illuminated by the dim sunlight
Emily’s POVSeeing Adrian like this—vulnerable, raw, and on the verge of breaking—filled me with a sadness I couldn’t put into words. My strong, invincible man, the one who always protected me, now needed someone to protect him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his temple gently.“You’re strong,” I whispered, stroking his cheek. “But I promise to be stronger for you.”His eyes glistened with unshed tears. It made my chest tighten. I had never seen him this way before, so human and exposed. I wiped a tear that slid down his cheek with my thumb, then tilted my head to tease him.“You know,” I said with a small smile, “I think your tears are more expensive than mermaid tears. You shouldn’t waste them.”Adrian chuckled low, but before I could say anything else, he cupped my face, his lips capturing mine in a deep, soul-searing kiss. He pressed me against the wall, his body heavy and warm against mine, and the kiss turned desperate, almost punishing. I could feel his emotions bleedi
Adrian’s POVSitting across from Vincent, I stared into the street bustling with people as I thought about the video recording from the press conference those scheming women had organized.The thought of how it would hurt Emily upset me and made me want to ruin every journalist that was in that press conference however it would only backfire and I was grateful to have a friend like Vincent deal with this with me. My thoughts churned like a storm, threatening to drown me. I finally broke the silence, my voice low and gruff."I went to see the Grahams yesterday," I said, watching as Vincent's brows furrowed. "I told them I couldn’t go through with Bianca’s demands. That any agreement we had with their family died with Samantha."Vincent leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "And? How did they take it?"A bitter laugh escaped me. "They dismissed me like I was some rebellious teenager refusing to follow orders. Told me Samantha’s death is in the past, that Bianca wants this, a
Adrian’s POVSitting across from Emily, I couldn’t help but marvel at how utterly radiant she looked. Her laughter danced through the air, melodic and carefree, as she nudged Claire with a joke. Watching her with her best friend, I saw another side of her—one unburdened, glowing with a lightness I hadn’t realized I’d been desperate to protect.This was why I brought her here. Not for the food, not for the setting, but for this. For her to be surrounded by the people she loved, the people who loved her back.Vincent leaned closer to Claire, whispering something that made her roll her eyes, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her amusement. For a man as bold as Vincent, his quiet tenderness toward Claire was striking. He wasn’t trying to steal the spotlight tonight, which was uncharacteristic for him.“Earth to Adrian,” Emily teased, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Are you going to tell us what’s on your mind, or should I order you another dri
Emily’s POVThe warm glow of the restaurant lights reflected off the wine glasses, casting a cozy ambiance over our table. Adrian had insisted on a double date with Claire and Vincent tonight, and while I loved seeing Claire happy, there was something about the way she avoided meeting my eyes that set me on edge."Are you okay?" I mouthed to her as Adrian and Vincent exchanged friendly banter about work. Claire smiled, but it was thin and brittle, as if the smallest nudge could shatter it."I'm fine," she whispered back. Her tone didn’t convince me.The waiter came by, serving our entrees. Claire poked at her food, and I knew she was far from fine. Then, as if summoning her courage, she looked at Vincent.“I need to say something,” she began, her voice shaky. Adrian fell silent, sensing the change in the air. I put my fork down and reached for Claire’s hand beneath the table.“Go ahead,” Vincent said gently, his dark eyes steady on her.Claire drew a deep breath, her free hand cradlin
Emily's POVAdrian’s gray eyes darkened as his jaw clenched, watching intently as my fingers slid one by one down the buttons of my blouse. Each pop of fabric seemed to echo in the room, growing louder with the tension between us. I took my time, teasing him, letting the material fall open enough to reveal the lace of my bra.His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hand already moving to the buckle of his belt.“You’re not even going to wait for me to finish?” I teased, slipping the blouse from my shoulders and letting it pool on the floor.He leaned back in my chair, the very picture of male restraint, though the growing bulge straining against his trousers betrayed his true thoughts. “You’re taking too long,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And I’m not sure I can hold myself back much longer.”“Who said anything about holding back?” I countered, stepping closer.With every step, I shed another piece of clothing—my skirt sliding down my hips, my heels clicking agains
Emily's POVAdrian’s dark chuckle resonated through the room as he leaned back in the chair, his hands resting on the armrests, but his gray eyes were locked on me, sharp and hungry. “I never knew you were this wild,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.I smiled, my fingers deftly undoing the first button of my blouse. “You’ve got all the time in the world to learn, love,” I replied, my voice low and teasing.Each button slipped free with deliberate slowness, the fabric parting to reveal the soft lace of my bra. Adrian’s jaw tightened, and I could see his fingers gripping the armrests a little harder.“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his gaze following the movement of my hands as I worked my way down the blouse.“No,” I said with a smirk. “I’m going to reward you.”I let the blouse slide off my shoulders, leaving it to pool on the floor behind me. I took one slow, deliberate step forward, my heels clicking against the polished floor.Adrian shifted in his seat, one hand m