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°ADRIAN° “Ah, that’s it,” the doctor said, peeling away the last layer of white bandage from Serena’s arm. I watched silently from across the room, my arms crossed, face stoic. She sat still, her eyes filled with awe, fixed on the doctor’s hands as if the process required her full attention. When the last piece of gauze was removed, I caught a glimpse of the faint scar running along her skin. Proof of how well she could handle herself. Not that she’d admit it. For the past week, she’d been… quiet. Too quiet. No snark, no backtalk, no challenging every damn word I said. Just heading out in the mornings with Timothy, coming back in the late afternoons with him. She was behaving. Being good. And I should have felt relieved at that, but…I hated it. “It’s healing well,” the doctor said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He sounded so damn cheerful. “No more bandages needed. I’ll prescribe something for the occasional pain, but other than that, you’re good to go.” “Thank you,
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°ADRIAN° "Are you perving at me?" I froze, caught entirely off guard by her question. Her tone was dry, laced with sarcasm, but she still hadn’t turned to face me. The stirring resumed, slow and steady, as though she hadn’t just accused me of… whatever that was. "Excuse me?" I finally managed, my voice sharper than intended. "You're staring," she said matter-of-factly. "What else should I call it?" I scoffed, rolling the chair a little closer, the movement deliberate. "I wasn’t staring. I came for water." Her head tilted slightly, pointing toward the fridge. "I think the water is on the other side." I narrowed my eyes at her back, irritation bubbling under my skin. Her indifference had always grated on me, but this… this nonchalant deflection was worse. I wheeled closer to the fridge, opened it, and took out a bottle. I let the water flow down my throat, the coldness feeling odd against the hot, burning sensation in the kitchen. "Why are you making that?" I asked
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°SERENA° It’s been quiet. Agonizingly quiet. I stand in the kitchen, stirring absentmindedly. I could just focus on cooking, mind my own business, but no—I have to steal glances, searching, wondering. Is he looking? Why do I care? I don’t know. My days follow a rhythm—wake up, make breakfast, leave lunch in the fridge, attend classes, come back, lounge around, make dinner, eat together, sleep. Rinse and repeat. Except lately, something’s changed. It’s been days since Adrian last taunted me, no sarcastic remarks, no smug observations. He’s unnervingly quiet, and I find myself worrying—not for my sanity, but his. The first real shock came when I was lounging on the couch, munching on my favorite chips, lost in some show. I started choking. A proper, full-on coughing fit. If I had died right there, it wouldn’t have surprised me. But guess what? Adrian got me water! The spoiled son of the richest man in the city got me water. I still haven’t recovered from the shoc
Last Updated : 2025-01-31The Cure Is you Wishes And Promises.
°ADRIAN° It was a simple question. Very simple one, if you ask me. But she’s taking her sweet time. What does a girl her age even wish for? Clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry… At least, that’s what I thought—until I heard her. “I want to stargaze.” The answer left me perplexed. I snapped my head toward her, only to find her lost in thought. There was a soft smile on her face, her eyes unfocused, staring at the side of the table as if the stars she wished for were right there. Her fingers twirled the spoon absentmindedly, and for some reason, I didn’t want to pull her out of her daze. “On a high mountain, in a little tent, a sky full of stars twinkling... and we’d cook over a fire, just like my grandma and I used to…” She added the last part quietly, her voice carrying an emotion I couldn’t quite name. This girl never ceases to amaze me. I ask about her wish, and it’s stargazing. “Why do you ask?” she finally murmured, breaking out of her daze. I wanted to know her wish becau
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°ADRIAN° "Oh, come on!" "If you keep yelling, Serena, I might actually regret not including a 'no shouting' clause in that contract of yours," I said, leaning against the wall for support. My voice was clipped, my expression unreadable—a facade I'd perfected over years of boardroom battles and personal disappointments. But none of that seemed to work in front of this woman. She stood in front of me, arms crossed as if she was about to single-handedly declare war. Her eyes, however, betrayed more than frustration—they gleamed with determination. Unyielding. Unwavering. But I'd faced worse opponents. Much worse. "Adrian," she snapped, her voice sharp but quieter this time, as though reining in her temper for my benefit—or hers. "You can't just decide to do this alone. You'll hurt yourself walking all by yourself. And no, I'm not cleaning up the mess when you do." Yeah, I’ve started walking. Not very fast, and definitely not steady, but movement nonetheless. Compared to th
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°SERENA° This guy is so stupid. Sure, he’s older, taller, stronger, and basically a walking Horlicks ad. But the man doesn’t know when to stop being such an arrogant fool. Today is one of the best days I’ve had in the past few weeks since I’ve been here. Adrian started walking! Honestly, I didn’t expect such progress from him in such a short time. But then again, it’s not surprising. It’s the direct result of his relentless hard work. That man never takes enough rest, pushing himself through all sorts of exercises and keeping his commitments to the letter. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were secretly a physiotherapist himself. He just seems to know exactly when and where to push his limits. Maybe it’s his past treatment experience, but somehow, he’s always spot on with his regimen. Still, he’s wobbling—not exactly sturdy. And, of course, he refuses to accept my help. “Still here? Don’t you have better things to do?” he asked, his voice sharp but not unkind.
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°ADRIAN° The day began with a jolt—Timothy barged in and woke me up since I somehow managed to sleep through the entire morning. It’s unusual. I never miss a routine. I’ve always prided myself on being meticulous, yet today, for the first time in a while, I faltered. After a quick shower, I sat down for breakfast. As always, it was ready—courtesy of Miss Perfect. But it wasn’t the food that caught my attention; it was the note attached to the box. 'Eat.' That’s all it said, written in her annoyingly neat handwriting. The simplicity of it had me smirking. She’s mocking me. I know she is. It was written the same way I had told her to eat after she’d skipped dinner following that ridiculous card game fight. Yeah. That moment—her stubbornness, her flushed cheeks, the fire in her eyes—is burned into my memory. Something I’ll never forget. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Timothy struggling to hold back his laughter. He’s always been like this—steadfast, unwavering
Last Updated : 2025-02-11The Cure Is you Back at Square One.
°SERENA° I woke up with a heaviness in my chest, last night’s bitterness clinging to me like a shadow. My body ached from sleeping on the floor, but the sting of Adrian’s words hurt far worse. I quickly showered and dressed, determined to face the day, but as I opened my bedroom door, an unfamiliar noise caught my attention. The rustle of activity. Voices. For days, the apartment had been steeped in silence, the emptiness pressing down like a weight. But now, it buzzed with motion. I walked into the living room, and the sight that greeted me made me pause. The maids were back. Clara stood by the dining table, polishing a silver tray with meticulous care. Lila hovered near the bookshelf, rearranging Adrian’s collection with precision, and Maya bustled around the kitchen, humming softly as she worked. They moved like clockwork, so smooth and practiced, like they belonged here more than I ever could. Watching them, I couldn’t help but compare it to the mornings of the las
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°ADRIAN° A lot of work needed to be done. When I came back, I didn’t expect my company to be untouched. But I wasn’t prepared for this level of change either. All my employees—gone. Evelyn and Victor had filled every corner with their snakes. They even had the audacity to assign me an assistant. As if I would fucking accept that. The first day was chaos. I had to step up, tear everything apart, and bring back my most trusted people. But the task was far from complete. Timothy and I had been working ourselves to the bone, rebuilding this place into something I could trust again. Because once I have control here, reclaiming everything else will be easy. But even amidst all this, there’s been a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. A pull. A ridiculous urge to go home. To see my little gold digger. I’ve been away before. But not like this. Not this long. Not this far. I usually handle myself well, but this? This is proving to be tough. At first, I thought sh
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°SERENA° “Then let me help you.” What on earth? “And by doing what?” I stepped back instinctively, putting some distance between us. I can't explain why, but his closeness is doing something to me. “Anything you want,” he said, that maddening arrogance lacing his tone. “You don’t even know how to cook,” I pointed out. “That’s why we should order something until you can cook.” I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, my stomach betrayed me with a loud grumble. A slow, devilish smirk stretched across his face. Stupid. "Fine." ___ Evening came, and he had already ordered enough food to last three days. I saved some from the afternoon, and all it needed was reheating. So instead of cooking, I chose to lounge on the couch, munching on my cocoa cakes. And then, an over-handsome, heartless—okay, maybe not heartless, more like emotionally blocked—man decided to show up in front of me. I immediately sat up straight, trying to figure out a way to leave with
The Cure Is you Stay With Me.
°SERENA° The world hasn’t stopped spinning. I could still hear the screech of tires echoing in my skull, my hands trembling as they curled into Adrian’s shirt—fisting the fabric like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. We could have died. The thought slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. We could have been crushed. We could have— A shiver crawled down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, sucking in a shaky breath. Focus, Serena. You’re okay. He’s okay. My grip on Adrian loosened just as he shifted, his head snapping toward the window. I followed his gaze. The van. It was already gone. I flinched when he moved. His hands were already unclasping his seatbelt, his entire body wound tight, sharp-edged, ready to do something. Panic surged through me. No. Without thinking, I reached for him, grabbing his sleeve before he could step out. "Where are you going?" My voice wavered, breathless, but I tightened my grip. I didn’t care if I sounded
The Cure Is you A Warning.
°ADRIAN° Silence stretched between us—not suffocating, but oddly comforting. Her words still echoed in my mind. "I'm not leaving." I didn’t know what she meant. Maybe I didn’t want to. But for once, I wasn’t searching for answers. Instead, I shifted, moving beside her and leaning back against the wall, stretching my legs as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. She didn’t question my distance. Didn’t try to fill the quiet with unnecessary words. I was grateful for that. Because none of this was supposed to happen. I had played out a hundred ways this night could end. But not this. Not standing in front of the girl who once saved me—only to find out she was Serena. Not kissing her. Fuck. I kissed her. And I could still taste it. The sweetness of her lips—faint, like chocolate melting on my tongue. The way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer. How she responded—hesitant at first, then something deeper, something raw. I closed my eyes, bu
The Cure Is you His Kiss.
°SERENA° I couldn't process what was happening. One second, Adrian was telling me he would never love, his voice so hollow it made my chest ache. His tone—detached, almost cruel—had made it clear that I didn’t matter to him. And the next— His lips crashed against mine. The force of it sent a sharp gasp from my lungs, my entire body seizing in shock. His grip was unrelenting, fingers digging into my waist as if anchoring himself to me. His lips moved with raw urgency, stealing breath, stealing thought—stealing everything but the sharp, intoxicating awareness of him. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, almost punishing—like he was branding himself into me in a way words never could. The taste of him—dark, heady, laced with the remnants of bitter wine—spread across my tongue, and my senses drowned in him. His scent was everywhere, intoxicating—a mix of rain-dampened fabric, something woody, something unmistakably Adrian. I froze, my mind spiraling in the sh
The Cure Is you Scars Of The Past.
°ADRIAN° "I was never meant to leave that place alive." The words spill out before I can stop them, raw and unfiltered. A truth I never dared to say aloud. The room is too small, too suffocating, and yet, for the first time, there’s nowhere to run. No darkness to retreat into. Serena is watching me. But I don’t meet her eyes. Because if I do… If I do, I might see something I can’t bear— Pity. Horror. Or worse—understanding. And I don’t deserve that. Not after everything. "I was five when my mother died." The words scrape my throat, sharp and jagged. I’ve buried them for so long, convinced myself they didn’t matter anymore. But now they’re here, clawing their way out, refusing to stay silent. "They told me it was an illness. A weak heart. Something unavoidable." A fucking lie. A beautifully packaged, carefully spun lie. Because I remember her. I remember how she’d stroke my hair, humming lullabies in the softest voice. How she’d press kisses to my f
The Cure Is you Lost And Found.
°ADRIAN° "Yeah. When I was little. I don’t remember much, but I do remember a garden. A huge one, filled with flowers of every kind. And… there was a boy. He was locked up. Or something." The moment the words left her lips, my world tilted. I froze. My breath stilled. My pulse thundered so violently it rattled inside my ribs. No. No, it couldn't be. But my body knew it before my mind could catch up. My skin prickled, my chest tightened, and something deep—something buried—something I had spent years trying to silence rose to the surface with a force that shattered through me. She’s that girl. Fuck, she’s that girl. The one I searched for. The one I never stopped looking for. The little girl who saved me. Air turned thick, lodging in my throat like something immovable. I felt it pressing down on my ribs, squeezing, suffocating. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as memories I had forced myself to forget came rushing back with brutal clarity. The cold, e
The Cure Is you A Forgotten Connection.
°SERENA° I was overwhelmed. Completely, utterly, and helplessly overwhelmed. Adrian had always been unpredictable, but this… this was something else entirely. Why? Why would he do this? Why would he go to such lengths—just for me? I had expected many things from him—sarcasm, teasing, that insufferable smirk he wore so well. But never this. Never something so thoughtful, so unexpected, so… breathtaking. It wasn’t just that he was walking—though that alone was enough to shatter me in the best possible way. It was everything else, too. The effort behind it. The way he had taken something impossible and turned it into reality. The way he had done it for no other reason than me. My mind struggled to process it, my heart too full to contain what I was feeling. How could someone like him—someone who pretended not to care—do something so perfect? And why… why did it make me want to cry? I blinked rapidly, but the tears spilled anyway, my chest tight, my throat aching. I fel
The Cure Is you He Remembered.
°SERENA° When Adrian said he had a surprise for me, I didn’t expect we’d be driving for nearly half an hour. Not that I was complaining—okay, maybe just a little—but could he at least hint at where we were going? The suspense was killing me. Worse, I was trapped in a car with him, my traitorous mind running laps around itself. Because, let’s be honest—Adrian Royce was impossible. One moment, he was the sharp-tongued, commanding force of nature who shut down an entire room of powerful, greedy relatives. And the next? He was just a man—mysterious, unreadable, but a man nonetheless—sitting beside me in this car, acting as if he hadn’t just declared war on half his family. And worse? I was staring. Not obviously! Just… a little. His fingers drummed against his thigh, his jaw absurdly sharp under the dim glow of the dashboard. He had this perpetual look of someone who had seen too much, but his eyes… God, his eyes carried a weight I didn’t know how to decipher. You’re doin
