♞ Adrian: The private lounge above was where most of my business meetings took place…especially those that demanded discretion. Tonight was no exception. “We’ll finalize the contract revisions for the Oakridge project by Monday,” I said to the man walking beside me, Raymond Carlo, a long-standing business associate who handled acquisitions and international expansion within our firm. Also, he was an Italian and someone I trusted a lot to handle most of my international businesses. “Absolutely,” Raymond replied, his voice tinged with nervous energy as he nodded in understanding. “And regarding the Singapore proposal, shall I arrange a follow-up with Tripod firm? They had concerns about the zoning ordinances affecting the waterfront development we were working on earlier this year.” I nodded once, not missing a step. “Yes. Get legal to prepare an outline addressing the variances. If Tripod still hesitates, we pivot to Castle light. We can’t afford delays at this stage.” “U
♛ Aurora: I arrived at the apartment late that night, feeling heavy and drained, with the last look on Adrian's face before he stepped out stuck to my head. I was afraid he was going to say something. But to my utmost relief he left when I told him to, and I appreciated that. A deep breath escaped my lips and I slid my bag from my shoulders, dropping it on the couch before heading straight to the kitchen to get a cup of water. My gaze fell on the cooked meal on the stove and I immediately knew Trish was back. Without much thought, I walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, grabbing a bottle of water before bringing it out and pouring it into my glass. I walked over to the stove and opened the pot to see what Trish made. I wasn't surprised when I saw that it was just the usual. Pasta. Trish’s favorite food if you ask me. I closed the pot before bringing the cup to my mouth and gulping down the water. Placing the glass back to its place, my legs marched out of the ki
♛ Aurora: “Are you up?” Another message was sent almost immediately, and it read: “Can we meet?” I absentmindedly read the message out loud. A frown curved up Trish’s brows and she looked away from the movie she was watching, sparing me a side glance. “Who the fuck wants to meet you by five minutes to 12 A.M?” She asked, her brows pulled together and her gaze dropped to my phone. I mirrored her expression as I stared blankly at the screen of my phone, wondering exactly what Adrian was supposed to do. Why would he want to see me this late? What was so important that he couldn't leave till tomorrow? I stared at the screen, and answered Trish. “Adrian.” She scoffed, shifting on the couch, and turning her gaze back to the movie, “Of course, it’s him. What does he want now?” I didn’t reply immediately. Instead, I tapped out, “For what?” and sent the message. A response came almost instantly. “It's about the project. I received a response earlier about the person behind the str
♛ Aurora: I took the file from Adrian, feeling my fingers tighten around the edges as I flipped it open. My eyes skimmed through the documents inside. The first few pages contained financial records and transactions I didn’t recognize at first, until I saw my company’s name linked to some purchases. I frowned. “What… what is this?” My chest felt heavy, and my fingers trembled against the file I was holding. The purchases weren't something I recognized. “And what does it have to do with my assistant?” I couldn't help but ask, ‘cause why was he asking how much I trusted my assistant? What does this have to do with her? Adrian’s jaw tensed as he leaned against his seat, looking up front at first but then he glanced over at me. “It’s proof. The structural collapse wasn’t an accident, Rory. Someone tampered with the materials that were brought in for building, construction and all. Replaced them with cheaper, unstable substitutes. And they covered it up in the financial rep
♛ Aurora: Adrian's throat worked as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He exhaled a shaky breath before speaking, his voice sounded rough, almost brittle. “I had to get a heart transplant.” He said, and as if in point, a thunderstorm rumbled somewhere close to us. The words crashed over me drowning out everything else - the rain and even the sound of my own heartbeat. I blinked, certain I had misheard him. “What?” His dark eyes bore into mine, heavy with different emotions swirling around them. “I was dying.” He let out. He was staring at me deeply to see through my reaction to his words. A minute passed with nothing but silence between us, before he added, “And I knew that if you stayed… if you saw me like that, you’d never leave.” My breath hitched, and something cold and sharp settled in my chest. He knew I'll never leave. So he chose to keep it away from me? I wanted to ask him, but he started explaining everything but by but even before I had the chance t
♞ Adrian: “If you had taken my advice back then, I promise you that none of this would have been happening.” Dmitri clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment before he sat down and relaxed on the couch. Trust him to know the right time to bring up a fucking conversation. I spared him a glance from where I sat, but he simply shrugged it off. “Don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.” “Maybe you should shut up for once,” I muttered, bringing the rim of my glass to my lips before swallowing the bitter contents in one go. The burn in my throat was nothing compared to how dejected and wasted I felt at the moment. The last look in Rory's eyes kept haunting me, barely giving me a chance to think of anything else. After she ran away from me, I had walked back under the rain to her apartment. I could hear her sobs from inside but couldn't do a fucking thing. I couldn't even go home straight to my place, so I crashed at Leon's new place which was around the sam
♛ Aurora: “So what would you like to have. Tea to calm your nerves? Coffee to make you stronger for the day, or just the usual yogurt?” Trish asked the moment I walked inside the kitchen. I glanced down at the time in my wristwatvh, it was already 10 A.M. I had slept in and she didn't bother to wake me up at all. “I'm not hungry, Trish. I'll have just water. And besides I'm already late.” I said as I walked past her and headed straight to the refrigerator. “Oh, no, no, no. You would not be leaving this house until you have something. Water would not be enough to put you through the day. I made some pancakes and there’s honey over there. If you aren't hungry for pancakes, that's completely fine. There’s bacon and eggs too. If you don't want all that, that's fine, but then you'll have toast instead.” She drew out the last statement with a smile. I shook my head and brought out water from the refrigerator. I could clearly tell what Trish was trying to do, to take my mind off
♛ Aurora: The message kept ringing continuously in my head, even as I got into my car and drove down the street. Even as I stopped my car in front of the cafe and walked down the curb, entering inside it. Even as I spotted Adrian sitting by one of the seats close to the window. But the moment he looked up at me, all my fears somehow settled away from me, and I pushed back everything sitting down on me to the back of my head as I approached his seat by the window. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and kept walking further. The smell of warm coffee files my nostrils. Adrian straightened slightly when I reached his table, his dark eyes searched mine. “Rory,” he called out to me carefully. “Adrian.” I sat down across from him, folding my hands in my lap. My fingers were trembling, so I pressed them against my thighs. My heart raced against my chest, una way I didn't want it to.I looked up at him again, and it was at that moment I finally saw him. The dark circles under h
♞ Adrian: “She's better now, and can be discharged by the end of today.” The doctor said, and I nodded, as he listed off everything we needed to get. What and what Rory shouldn't do in order not to stress her emotionally or even physically. I kept nodding till he finally finished. By the time he was down, my gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch and I noticed it was already five minutes to four. I stepped out of the doctor’s office and made my way down the hallway, walking over to Rory's hospital room. The sound of her hearty laughter stopped me in my tracks, and a smile ghosted my lips. Trish said something again that made Rory laugh again. There was something about the sound of her laughter that kind of filled my inside with warmth. Without another word, I pressed my fingers on the handle of the door and pushed it open. The moment I entered inside, I noticed Rory was sitting on her bed, and reading through a file, while Trish stood beside her bed, helping her rto pack hai
♛ Aurora: I twirled a forkful of pasta, feeling the warmth seeping through my veins when I perceived the warm scent of Trish’s home made cooked pasta. Trish looked around, and when she was certain no one else was close to the room, she came back to her seat beside my bed and leaned forward, eyes narrowing as she studied me. “Make things clear to me, Rory. What the hell is going on between you and Adrian these days? You two look seconds away from pulling each other's clothes off. And I'm lost, because what is going on for real? Are we letting him in already?” Seconds from pulling each other's clothes off what the hell does she mean. I nearly choked on my pasta. “Trish!” “No, don't ‘Trish’ me, please. I need answers. Because I swear, one minute you're staring unblinkingly at him like you want to set him on fire, and the next, you're looking at him like he's the damn oxygen keeping you alive. I'm honestly confused, because what is going on between you two? Spill.” She poin
♛ Aurora: The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth. Not the suffocating kind that made my skin sticky with sweat, but something softer, and lovelier. A kind of warmth that settled into my bones, that reminded me of safety. It took me a moment to recognize the hands draped across my waist. I tilted my head a little and it was then I noticed Adrian was lying down on a chair close to my hospital bed. His hands were draped around my stomach, and his head was resting on the edge of the bed. His large palms slowly trailed a line across my stomach, and my body stiffened as I realized what he was doing. Even in his sleep, he was touching my abdomen, where our baby had been. My throat felt tight. I reached out for him but he shook briefly, before my hands settled on his dark hair, brushing through its thickness. I let my fingers thread through his dark hair, feeling the soft strands slip between them. Adrian stirred slightly in his sleep, and his grip on my
♛ Aurora: I stirred, on the bed. My throat felt dry, and my body felt limp. I stayed like that for a moment, trying to grasp the situation around me. A minute passed by, and then another passed slowly before my eyes fluttered open, the room slowly taking shape—muted light filtering through curtains, the smell of antiseptic which I hated, and the sound of medical equipment. My eyes drifted across the place I'm inside, and it slowly dawned on me that it was a hospital. I looked around the place again, and it was at that making, my eyes landed on the silhouette standing by the window. My brows creased together and I tilted my head, trying to have a better and closer look at who it was. Realization dawned on me when I saw the figure clearly, a breath escaped my lips and I just lay there, watching his back. Adrian stood by the window, his back to me, broad shoulders tense, his fingers curled into fists at his sides. The sun caught the edges of his face in the glass, but he didn
♞ Adrian: I sat down alone in the hallway, eyes rooted to the red lights of the emergency room. Hoping, praying and patiently waiting for a doctor or a nurse to step out and tell me everything was going to be alright soon, or else I knew I would lose my mind the more the second ticked by. It’s been almost two fucking hours and none of them and stepped out to tell me what was going on inside. My fingers tapped slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe in. Breathe out, and I rested my head on the wall, looking up at the ceiling. The rushed footsteps in the hallway pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to look up just as the footsteps drew closer to where I was seated. Christian walked ahead of them. But he wasn’t alone. Right behind him was Dmitri, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway and landing right on me. Leon and Trish followed, and my stomach tightened of all of them here. “What happened, man?” Dmitri was the first to ask as he walked over to where I was. Taking on lo
♞ Adrian: My world cracked apart in a single, slow horrifying second. My whole body turned still, and my head went blank for a moment, like I was refusing to accept the sight in front of me. A pang steered through my hair, punching every single nerve of mine as my brain slowly processed what was in front of me. No. no, no. Fuck no! Rory. Mia Cara. My wife. My fucking life lay on the cold floor. The scream ripped through my throat before I even knew what was happening. One second, she was there. The next—she wasn’t. The car sped off almost immediately, tires screeching against the asphalt. I didn’t see the license plate. Didn’t care to check, but it had crossed my mind. My entire attention was directed to the petite figure laying on the floor. My feet were already moving, my chest tightening, my lungs barely pulling in air as I ran toward her crumpled body. “Rory!” Her name was the only thing that existed for me at that moment. It clawed its way out of
♛ Aurora: The message kept ringing continuously in my head, even as I got into my car and drove down the street. Even as I stopped my car in front of the cafe and walked down the curb, entering inside it. Even as I spotted Adrian sitting by one of the seats close to the window. But the moment he looked up at me, all my fears somehow settled away from me, and I pushed back everything sitting down on me to the back of my head as I approached his seat by the window. I pressed my lips into a thin line, and kept walking further. The smell of warm coffee files my nostrils. Adrian straightened slightly when I reached his table, his dark eyes searched mine. “Rory,” he called out to me carefully. “Adrian.” I sat down across from him, folding my hands in my lap. My fingers were trembling, so I pressed them against my thighs. My heart raced against my chest, una way I didn't want it to.I looked up at him again, and it was at that moment I finally saw him. The dark circles under h
♛ Aurora: “So what would you like to have. Tea to calm your nerves? Coffee to make you stronger for the day, or just the usual yogurt?” Trish asked the moment I walked inside the kitchen. I glanced down at the time in my wristwatvh, it was already 10 A.M. I had slept in and she didn't bother to wake me up at all. “I'm not hungry, Trish. I'll have just water. And besides I'm already late.” I said as I walked past her and headed straight to the refrigerator. “Oh, no, no, no. You would not be leaving this house until you have something. Water would not be enough to put you through the day. I made some pancakes and there’s honey over there. If you aren't hungry for pancakes, that's completely fine. There’s bacon and eggs too. If you don't want all that, that's fine, but then you'll have toast instead.” She drew out the last statement with a smile. I shook my head and brought out water from the refrigerator. I could clearly tell what Trish was trying to do, to take my mind off
♞ Adrian: “If you had taken my advice back then, I promise you that none of this would have been happening.” Dmitri clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment before he sat down and relaxed on the couch. Trust him to know the right time to bring up a fucking conversation. I spared him a glance from where I sat, but he simply shrugged it off. “Don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.” “Maybe you should shut up for once,” I muttered, bringing the rim of my glass to my lips before swallowing the bitter contents in one go. The burn in my throat was nothing compared to how dejected and wasted I felt at the moment. The last look in Rory's eyes kept haunting me, barely giving me a chance to think of anything else. After she ran away from me, I had walked back under the rain to her apartment. I could hear her sobs from inside but couldn't do a fucking thing. I couldn't even go home straight to my place, so I crashed at Leon's new place which was around the sam