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°CASSANDRA° "I am trying! What the hell else do you want me to do?" I snapped into the phone, my voice raw, cracking under the weight of my frustration. My fingers dug into my palm, my nails biting deep enough to leave crescent-shaped wounds. "Try harder," the voice on the other end spat, cold and merciless. "Or do you need another reminder of what’s at stake?" A chill crawled down my spine, its icy fingers wrapping around my throat. My breath hitched. "Don't," I whispered, my voice barely a sound. "Then do as you're told." I shut my eyes, shaking my head violently. "She won’t believe me! No matter what I say, no matter how much I push her, she won’t believe me!" My voice cracked, a raw wound splitting open. "She’s too damn blind, too lost in him!" "Then make her see." Their tone was slow, deliberate, cruel. "Unless, of course, you’d rather have me remind your son why his mother can’t protect him." Everything inside me stilled. My stomach twisted so violently I though
Last Updated : 2025-03-14The Cure Is you Fading Hopes.
°SERENA° I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as Adrian's words echoed relentlessly in my head. "I will bring him back, even if everything's at stake." His promise to Cassandra wasn’t just a promise—it was a declaration. But who was he talking about? Why did it feel like the ground beneath my feet had just cracked open? Who could he possibly be talking about? I didn’t know what to do with this new piece of information. Part of me wanted to march up to Adrian, demand answers right there, but... well, that had never exactly gone well before. I mean, really, I should’ve learned by now that being impulsive wasn’t going to get me anywhere. But still, the thought of confronting him lingered in my mind like a bad idea I couldn't quite shake off. Even if I asked him now, he would just say, 'I’ll tell you when the time is right,' and I’d fall for it every time, only to feel empty again. But if I truly mattered to him, wouldn’t he tell me? Wouldn’t he
Last Updated : 2025-03-16The Cure Is you A Solid Proof.
°ADRIAN° I left the house early in the morning. I don’t know what else to do. Two days ago, my life was exactly as I planned. Now, out of nowhere, everything is spiraling out of control. I have a son. A damn son. One I had no idea about. And the worst part? I don’t even know where he is. Cassandra didn’t give me much—just dropped the bombshell and handed me a worn-out photo. An old, faded image of a boy who’s supposed to be mine. Her words still echo in my head, taunting me, daring me to unravel the truth. I promised her I’d bring him back. But how? How does any of this work? What will Serena feel when she finds out? Will she accept him? I inhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. Fuck, I have no idea. Right then, my phone buzzes. Fred’s name flashes on the screen. He’s the one tracking the kid since I dropped the news on them last night. He’s good—one of the best. And it helps that Cassandra was careless enough to apply here. We already had enough i
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°ADRIAN° "Where did she go?" I snapped, my patience hanging by a thread. Cassandra shrugged, crossing her arms. "How would I know?" I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching to grip something—anything—to keep from losing control. The walls of my apartment felt too tight, too suffocating. The weight in my chest threatened to crush me. What the fuck is happening here? Serena was supposed to be here. She was supposed to be safe. Timothy. Without another thought, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring. "Where’s Serena?" I thundered, my grip on the phone tightening. Timothy hesitated for a second before answering, confusion lacing his voice. "I dropped ma’am off at the apartment, sir." "Well, guess what? She’s not here." Silence. Then a sharp inhale. "That’s impossible. I dropped her off myself." "Then where is she?" My voice came out sharper than intended, but I didn’t care. A sinking feeling twisted in my gut. "I’ll check her lo
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°SERENA° A shot tore through the air, a deafening crack that sent my heart slamming against my ribs. The bullet hit the stone wall behind us, sending shards flying. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The world blurred around me—except for Adrian, standing firm in front of me, shielding me with his body. My hands were shaking. My legs felt like they would give out. I wanted to tell him to get down, to stop making himself a target, but the words stuck in my throat, strangled by fear. "Get in! Move, move!" Adrian’s voice was sharp, commanding. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside. My feet stumbled over the threshold, my ears still ringing from the shot. As soon as we were in, he slammed the door shut, locking it with a brutal twist of the bolt. His breathing was ragged, his fingers gripping his phone so tightly I thought it might crack. "Someone was inside. They fucking shot at us! And this is how you maintain security?" His fury was ice-cold, lethal. "Get on it!" Then,
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°ADRIAN° She just stared at me. Unblinking. Unmoving. The only sign that she was still breathing was the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest. And then—suddenly—she yanked her hands away. Moving back. “Serena—” “No. No, Adrian.” She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Give me a moment.” A moment. I wasn’t sure if I should. Because a moment could turn into an eternity. Because if I gave her that space, she might step too far away. And never come back. I could already see it—the way she held herself, like a breath held too long, ready to collapse or escape the second I let go. What if this was the moment she decided I wasn’t worth the fight? What if she finally saw me the way I saw myself—too broken, too uncertain, too much of a coward to say the things she needed to hear? My chest tightened. I was afraid she would run. From me. From whatever this was. From the weight of everything I couldn’t give her. Her lips parted, a shuddered b
Last Updated : 2025-03-18The Cure Is you Feeling Hot.
°SERENA° "Never again," he said, pressing his forehead against mine. And just like that, I trusted him again. This time, I only hoped he wouldn’t break me. His lips moved against my skin—soft, lingering kisses, pecking every inch of my face. Heat bloomed beneath his touch. My skin burned—too hot, too aware. "I want you in my life, Serena. Not just for now. Not just for this moment. Forever." His voice trembled slightly, but there was no hesitation—only certainty. A lump formed in my throat, a strange mix of relief and disbelief tightening my chest. I had spent so long doubting, questioning, building walls of my own, but at that moment, every one of them crumbled. There were no more secrets, no more unspoken fears. Just him. Just us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let go. The fear, the doubt, the weight of everything I had held onto for so long—it all melted away. All that remained was the warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breath against
Last Updated : 2025-03-18The Cure Is you No Going Back.
°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
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°SERENA° “SERENA!” Cassandra’s scream rang through the cold stone halls, but before I could answer, rough fingers latched onto my arm—tight, urgent. I knew from the grip, from the sheer force, that it was a man. Instinct took over. I clenched the small knife she’d slipped into my hand earlier, spun, and slashed hard. My blade met flesh, and a choked gasp followed. Warm blood sprayed across my skin. A vein. I’d aimed for it. This would weaken Victor. It had to. We needed just enough time— “Ah… Serena!” That voice. My heart skipped and I turned sharply, breath caught in my throat. “Fred?” I gasped. His eyes were wide with pain, his hand clutched tight, blood flowing between his fingers like a river he couldn’t stop. My stomach dropped. Shit. What have I done? “Shit! Why did you grab me?” I was at his side before I finished speaking, panic clawing at my throat. He winced, and I didn’t wait—I tore a strip from my shirt, the fabric protesting with each tug. My f
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°SERENA° Victor didn’t respond to my insult. Not with words. Just his eyes—sharp as shattered ice, cold as steel, burning with fury. He stared at me like I was the last stain on his empire, and he was ready to scrub me off the face of the world. But only if staring could kill. “I’ll let you think about obedience,” he muttered, snatching up his phone. “Maybe the next time I walk through that door, you’ll have learned your place.” He turned. Walked. The door creaked—slow, deliberate. Then slammed. The sound ripped through the room like a gunshot. And then, silence. Not peace. Never peace. But a tense, eerie quiet clung to the air like smoke after a blaze—thick, choking, haunted. Still, for the first time since I was dragged into this nightmare, I wasn’t afraid of the silence. I welcomed it. I exhaled—slow, shaky. My lungs trembled like they were just relearning how to breathe, my chest sore as if someone had punched the life out of me and left behind an ache n
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°SERENA° I woke up with a sharp jolt, my head dizzy and heavy, as if it had been struck by a hammer. My eyes fluttered open, but the world spun in a blur. Where am I? Last I remembered, I was with Tim. We were supposed to go to Nina’s house. I could still feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, the laughter in the air as we joked about old memories... But now? Now, I was here. I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light filtering through cracked windows. The room smelled musty, like damp wood and stale air. My fingers tingled from the tightness of the ropes around my wrists, and my legs were bound just as tightly to the legs of the chair. The cold wood beneath me seemed to seep through my clothes, making my skin crawl. How did I end up here? Why am I here? Panic started to claw at my chest as I tugged at the ropes, the rough fibers scraping against my skin. My heart hammered in my chest, every beat a reminder that I was trapped. I tried to recall how I got to this hellish p
The Cure Is you A Betrayal.
°ADRIAN° "Yes. And it begins with—" My phone rang. A shrill, stabbing sound that cut through the room like a blade. I stopped mid-sentence, breath caught mid-chest. Fuck. Annoyed, I pulled it from my pocket—half-ready to snap at whoever dared to— Then the world dropped out from under me. Victor’s face filled the screen. Smiling. No—grinning, smug and twisted, like he’d won a game I didn’t even know we were still playing. His eyes sparkled with something feral, something unholy. Then the camera tilted. My heart turned to stone. Serena. Tied to a chair. Hair clinging to her face, her lips cracked, trembling. A bruise darkened one cheek—deep, fresh. Like someone had slammed their palm across her face. "Adrian..." she whispered. And I couldn’t breathe. Air wouldn’t come. My lungs were locked in ice. He hit her? HE FUCKING HIT HER? My hands clenched around the phone, trembling with barely controlled violence. I could feel the heat rise up my neck, my chest—
The Cure Is you Love and Ruin.
°EVELYN° Adrian Royce. The Royce heir stood before me—just as he had five years ago—unflinching, unreadable, and devastatingly composed. But he wasn’t the same boy I once pitied. No. That shattered boy with a broken spine was long gone. In his place stood a man carved from silence and sharpened by betrayal. And in his eyes, I saw every secret I thought I had buried claw its way back to the surface. Was this the reckoning I had feared? The collapse of everything I had built with blood, deception, and a twisted kind of love? He didn’t speak. Just walked in with the quiet arrogance of someone who owned the air I breathed—like he knew exactly what it cost me to stand tall. Behind him, that bastard friend of his carried the file—that file—the one that should’ve remained ash and dust. Five years of silence, and still, Adrian found a way to exhume the corpses I buried with trembling hands. I shouldn’t have arranged his marriage. Not to Serena. It was Anna who was meant for
The Cure Is you Everything Ends.
°ADRIAN° The door closed with a soft thud. Almost fragile. But it echoed like a gunshot in my skull. She left. And once again, what should’ve felt like a home felt like a mausoleum. Just blocks of bricks and the ghosts of her laughter echoing through the silence. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. I hadn’t moved from where I stood—hadn’t dared. My chest felt hollow, like something had been ripped out of me. A vacuum. A space where love used to live. I let her go. No—worse. I asked her to leave. I told her it was for the best. That I was a mess. But the truth is… I didn’t know what else to do. And now the air reeked of her absence. Her scent still clung to the couch where she curled up with her books. Her favorite sweater still hung off the chair, half-folded. And the food she cooked... it sat on the table. Untouched. Growing cold. She hadn’t eaten. And I pushed her out anyway. Where would she go? To her father? The man who poisoned her. The sa
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°SERENA° "Adrian, please… just look at me." But he doesn’t. His eyes stay locked on the floor like it’s safer there—like if he dares to meet mine, he’ll fall apart. His posture rigid, fists clenched, his chest rising and falling with staggered breaths. He looks calm from a distance, but I know him better than that. I can feel the war inside him. "I'm not my father," I whisper, barely audible. "You know that, don't you?" A hollow, bitter laugh slips from his lips. It cuts deeper than silence. Like it was pulled from a place inside him that’s long been bleeding. "I don't know anything anymore, Serena." "You know me." My voice trembles. "You listened to me when no one else did. You saw parts of me I never showed anyone. Did you forget all that?" His head lifts slowly, like it takes everything in him to meet my gaze. His eyes are bloodshot, swollen with grief, and when they finally meet mine—something inside me breaks. It feels like glass shattering in my chest. "I don’t wa
The Cure Is you Hollow Silence.
°SERENA° I waited. Every tick of the clock was a hammer against my chest. Today was his day—Adrian’s moment to finally expose the rotting truth buried in his family’s legacy. To drag it all out into the light and put an end to the years of silence and pain. He'd seemed calm this morning, eerily composed. But I knew better. I’d learned the language of his silence—the slight clench of his jaw, the way his eyes refused to settle, the rigid calm he wore like armor. Adrian’s relationship with pain was like his shadow—always there, never fully seen. And something about that stillness unsettled me. He wasn’t okay. Time trickled by. I kept glancing at the door, expecting to hear footsteps, a knock, something. But the hours crawled forward and still, no sign of him. He should have let me come with him. I told him I should have gone. What if the truth got twisted again? What if those people—his blood, his enemies—found a new way to spin the lies? What if his fury, raw and just, was
The Cure Is you Tastes Like Blood.
°ADRIAN° “You will speak, Evelyn, or I will make sure your silence costs you everything.” My grandfather’s voice thundered again, shaking the walls with its wrath. Evelyn’s lips trembled, but she said nothing. Not another word. The air grew heavy—thick with unspoken truths. I could hear my own breath, shallow and uneven, battling the quiet that now felt louder than any scream. And suddenly, justice didn’t feel like justice anymore. It felt like heartbreak—dressed in the finest robe of truth—standing before me, unforgiving. I wasn’t just here to avenge my mother anymore. Now I had to ask myself a question I never thought I would— Had I ever truly known the woman I loved? “Charles Cooper,” Evelyn finally whispered. My head snapped toward her, eyes narrowed, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears. “Remember why your mother was hospitalized?” she said, her voice like a blade sliding through silk. “Because he poisoned her.” The room went still. My breath caugh
