Adrian Royce, once a commanding force in the business world, now hides in the shadows of his fears and a wheelchair. Cynical and broken, he’s forced into a marriage with Serena Cooper, a fiery young woman whose dreams are as big as the struggles she’s endured. A healer at heart, with her grandmother’s ancient remedies and an indomitable spirit, Serena has known heartbreak and betrayal—but never defeat. From their first meeting, sparks fly—not of passion, but of sharp words and clashing wills. “You think I want your money?” Serena snaps when Adrian accuses her of being a gold digger. “No, Mr. Royce. I want a college seat.” Reluctantly, Adrian lets her into his life, and Serena’s presence becomes more than just physical healing. Her selflessness and quiet resilience begin to chip away at his icy walls. Despite himself, Adrian starts waiting for her each evening, sharing meals he once ate in solitude, his heart unknowingly opening to her warmth. As their contract of necessity shifts into something deeper, Serena finds herself captivated by Adrian’s rare smiles and the vulnerability he hides behind his sharp tongue. Serena, who vowed never to trust again, feels her walls crumble under the weight of Adrian’s gaze. His touch sends shivers down her spine, his presence a constant reminder that she isn’t alone. And yet, she fears the same pain that has haunted her past. But as emotions rise, so do the challenges—old flames, family betrayals, and scars from their pasts. Can Serena overcome her fear of losing someone she loves again? Will Adrian be brave enough to fight for her? The Cure Is You, is a heart-stirring tale of resilience, betrayal, and the healing power of love that will leave you breathless until the very last page.
Lihat lebih banyak°ADRIAN° The room fell into stunned silence. Every pair of eyes, wide with disbelief, turned toward Serena—including mine. The only one who seemed unfazed was Fred, the bastard, smirking like he had been waiting for this moment. Because Serena—who had spent the entire evening looking like half dead, drained and fragile—had just snapped. And fuck, if that wasn’t the most satisfying thing I had seen all night. A strange sensation curled in my chest. Amusement, pride—something else. She had just called out Elder Royce, and I doubted she even realized who she had just talked back to. "You," Elder Royce said, his voice dropping an octave, his sharp eyes narrowing at her. "What did you say?" Serena straightened her posture, her grip tightening around the chair. "Yes, it's your fault," she repeated, her voice steadier this time. "Adrian just came back—it hasn’t even been a month—so if there’s blame to be placed, it’s yours." A slow smile curled my lips. This little gold digger.
°SERENA° "Who are you?" I whispered to the man before me. He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze flickered around, scanning the surroundings. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. Now that I looked at him properly, he didn’t seem like a goon. But then again, what if goons had gotten more professional—wearing suits, looking sharp? "You’re Serena, right?" His voice suddenly cut through the silence, startling me. I didn’t respond. Should I? He took my silence as confirmation. "Come with me." My body caught up with my brain in an instant. I yanked my hand away. "Who are you?" I demanded again, this time louder. He sighed. He sighed? What the hell. He was the one trying to kidnap me. "I’m Fred," he said. "Adrian’s friend." Adrian’s friend? That meant he sent him. But wait—where was Tim? "No, you’re lying. Adrian wouldn’t send you. It was someone else," I argued. "You mean Timothy?" Fred’s expression remained unreadable. "Yeah, he was on his way, but I was closer." He knows Ti
°SERENA° I woke up to the scent of him, warm and familiar, clinging to the sheets, to the oversized shirt I was wrapped in. His. For a moment, I just lay there, letting the softness of the bed and the lingering traces of last night hold me in place. Then I felt it—the ache in my cheeks. I was smiling. Like an idiot. God. I buried my face in the pillow for a second, groaning at myself. When did I become this person? The kind who wakes up in a man's bed, wearing his clothes, smiling like she's living in a damn Disney movie? Shaking my head, I pushed my hair into a bun and got up, my bare feet meeting the cool floor. The contrast sent a small shiver up my spine, pulling me fully into wakefulness. Where is he? The faint hum of the refrigerator and the rustling of bags answered my question before I even had to look. I followed the scent of coffee, of something sweet, and found him in the kitchen, his back to me, unpacking groceries like this was just… normal. Like thi
°VICTOR° "Open your eyes, slut," my mother spat, her voice slicing through the stale air like a whip. Cassandra lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, her body limp, the last traces of the sedative still weighing her down. "Mom, she's still drugged," I said, rolling my shoulders. "She should’ve been up by now," she snapped, tapping her manicured nails against the armrest. "But I suppose she’s just that useless." "Relax. She’s with us now—" A sharp gasp tore from Cassandra’s lips. Her fingers twitched, brows pulling together. Then—her lashes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. Her pupils dilated, her breathing erratic as she fought to focus. Then, realization struck. "Victor…" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but drenched in something raw—hope. Pathetic. She reached for me, but I shifted, just enough for her fingers to miss. "You're finally awake," I murmured, tilting my head as if observing something delicate. Something fragile. An
°SERENA° Damn right. The moment I stepped outside, the first thing that greeted me was Adrian’s car—sleek, imposing, and impossible to miss. And then there was Adrian himself, standing with his back to us, radiating authority and dominance. His presence alone was enough to send a few students scurrying out of the way. Did the intimidation just roll off him in waves? "Oi, let’s go to our café," Nina called, pulling me from my thoughts. I blinked at her, pressing my lips into a thin line. "Well… my ride’s already here." She frowned. "I don’t see that cute guy." I sighed. "My husband’s here." "What?! What?!" she shrieked before whipping her head to follow my gaze. I groaned internally. Nina and Adrian. God, save me. "Oh my God, I have to see him! Come on!" She practically dragged me toward Adrian, her excitement making it seem like I was the outsider in this situation. Adrian turned the second we got close, then faced us fully, his sharp gaze settling on Nina with mi
°ADRIAN° "What?" She looked at me, confused, as I stepped closer. I didn’t answer. Instead, I tangled my fingers into her hair, pulled her flush against me, and claimed her lips in a slow, deep kiss—tantalizing, unhurried. I could kiss her all day and never get bored. When I finally pulled back, giving her space to breathe, her lips were slightly swollen, her lip balm completely ruined. My thumb traced her lower lip, savoring the way her breath hitched. "That’s what," I murmured. "Adrian, this is a public place," she whispered, but she didn’t step away. I smirked. "Still, you loved it." Right then, my phone buzzed. A flicker of irritation ran through me—until I saw the caller ID. Fred. I unlocked my phone. "Adrian, come back now. It’s gonna blow your damn mind." This fucker. "I have to go," I said, stepping back. Serena frowned. "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," I replied quickly, already shifting into gear. "I'll pick you up later. Don’t go anywhere." She didn
°SERENA° I woke up feeling tired all over, my muscles aching, a dull soreness settling deep in my bones—and a heavy arm wrapped around me. Warm. Solid. Blinking against the golden morning light filtering through the curtains, I stirred slightly, and the arm around me tightened. A deep, sleepy groan rumbled against my ear. “Not yet,” Adrian mumbled, his voice husky from sleep, lips brushing against the back of my neck. I stiffened, my breath catching. Last night came rushing back like a flood, each moment sinking into my skin. My pulse thrummed at the memory, and suddenly, the sheets felt too warm. I turned my head slightly and met Adrian’s dark gaze, already open, already watching me. His hair was a tousled mess, and there was something lazy, something entirely too smug, about the way his lips curled at the corners. Heat flooded my face. I looked away, pretending to find the ceiling very interesting. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. I swal
°ADRIAN° She looked up at me, confusion flickering in her wide eyes, a slight crease forming between her brows at my sudden halt. The warmth of her body beneath mine, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers gripped my shoulders—it all made stopping feel impossible. But I forced myself to breathe, to rein in the urgency thrumming through my veins. I gave her a small, almost rueful smile, brushing my knuckles along her flushed cheek. “I don’t have any protection, and I know you’re not on the pill…” My voice was low, edged with restraint, though the tension in my body betrayed just how much control it took to say those words. Realization dawned in her eyes, her face flushing a deeper shade of rose. Her lips parted slightly, a shaky breath escaping as she processed my words. “So… what should we do?” she asked, her voice softer now, uncertain yet laced with something deeper. I exhaled, steadying myself. “We can get a Plan B pill if you're okay with that… or we can stop
°ADRIAN° I pulled away from her lips and pressed slow, measured kisses across her face—her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose. Each touch was controlled, deliberate, a contrast to the storm building inside me. I wasn’t a man prone to tenderness, but with her, restraint came second to the quiet reverence I couldn’t suppress. Then, carefully, I tugged at her clothes, slow and deliberate, giving her time to process, to stop me if she wanted. She didn’t. Her breath hitched as she slipped her arms out of her dress, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven waves. A flush crept up her neck, her skin warm beneath my fingertips. She’s scared—I can see it in the way her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt, in the way her lashes flutter as she looks away, her lips parting in a silent breath. I can feel it in the tremble of her body, the hesitant press of her hands against my chest, as if seeking something solid to hold on to. But she doesn’t pull away. She’s still h
°SERENA° I waited and waited, even fate laughing at me, my supposed groom still didn't arrive. "Now, a final call to Mr. Adrian Royce to come forth," the priest announced. Silence. No one stepped forward. I stood there, head bowed, a bouquet trembling in my hands. Scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces, my eyes landed on my father. His cold, icy gaze met mine, devoid of even the slightest concern for his daughter—who had just been stood up at the altar. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder until someone approached the priest, whispering something in his ear. The priest nodded, then held out a ring to me. "With the power vested in me," he declared, his voice carrying a tinge of pity, "I now pronounce Adrian Royce and Serena Cooper husband and wife." And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in a veil of humiliation. Guests began to disperse, their eyes casting fleeting glances of pity—or judgment. I spotted my father preparing to leave and ru...
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