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The Cure Is you From His View.
°SERENA° Is it possible for a person to have two personalities? Sure, it is. But how can someone slip in and out of them so effortlessly—like him? One moment, he’s a man of warmth, speaking softly, his presence almost comforting. The next moment, he’s cold and indifferent, as if I was never there. Maybe he’s used to it. But I’m not. How does he expect people around him to tolerate it? Then again, there’s no one around him except Tim, who can be just as cold and intimidating. And now, I barely even see Adrian in the apartment. He’s been leaving early, returning late—a ghost moving in and out of these walls. Where he goes, what he does—I don’t know, and I won’t ask. But his legs… that’s what worries me. Still, he shows up for dinner, and still, I refuse to join him. Yeah, employees don’t eat with th
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Cure Is you Royce Mansion.
°ADRIAN° "I got you these—" "Because you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of others," she interjected. Can this girl ever let me finish a sentence? "Yeah," I smirked, deciding to play along. "We should leave at six," I said, but she didn’t even bother to reply or acknowledge it. She just sauntered off to her room, carrying the bags. I glanced at Timothy, who didn’t look too impressed by our interaction. "You could have clarified, sir," he said. Yeah, I could have. But where’s the fun in that? "She’ll realize it herself once she sees what I have planned for tonight. Are the arrangements done?" "Yes, sir," he confirmed. After all, he was the one who remembered. I had completely forgotten that I’d asked him to handle it a week ago—until today, when he reminded me. "But I still feel you just don’t want to say the word ‘sorry,’" he added, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Timothy," I warned. "I’ll recheck everything and be back, sir," he said and steppe
Last Updated : 2025-02-18The Cure Is you Feeling Hurt.
°SERENA° I got ready in the ivory dress he bought, letting my hair cascade down in soft waves. My makeup was simple—subtle enough to enhance but not to mask. I had no idea how the women at these kinds of parties dressed, but I refused to paint my face with layers of something that didn’t feel like me. Once satisfied with my appearance, I walked down the hallway, only to find him already waiting in the hall. And once again, my breath hitched. Dressed in an impeccably tailored dark blue three-piece suit, the fine fabric hugged his broad shoulders, tapering down his lean, powerful frame. The crisp white shirt beneath contrasted sharply against the dark layers, and the perfectly knotted black tie added a refined, almost regal touch. His vest sat snugly against his torso, emphasizing his sculpted build, while his jacket hung open—exuding effortless confidence. But it wasn’t just the attire. It was him. His dark hair, thick and slightly tousled, was styled back neatly, though a few un
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Cure Is you Reunion Of Friends.
°ADRIAN° "Bethany?" The name feels foreign on my tongue, yet the familiarity is undeniable. "Yeah, I am," she replies, her voice holding a mix of surprise and hesitation. Five years. Five years since she disappeared from my life. Since she chose a man I always knew was wrong for her. Since she wasn’t there when I needed her most. "How have you been?" she asks, her words laced with guilt. "I’m sorry I couldn’t be there." We both know what she means. The accident. I scoff, crossing my arms, my words sharp. "Yeah, you would have been—if you hadn’t run off with that… mistake." Bethany exhales slowly, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I know. I made a mistake. I divorced him now." Divorced? When did that happen? Her gaze briefly falls before meeting mine again. "I tried calling after I heard about the accident, but you changed your number. And when I came back, you were gone." "You lost the right to find me when you left," I say flatly, the words harsher than I intend. Her
Last Updated : 2025-02-20The Cure Is you Stolen Legacy.
°ADRIAN° "I see you made it here, brother." The sound of his voice alone was enough to ignite the urge to crush something beneath my grip. Before I could entertain the thought of burning him alive, Serena stepped away from him and moved behind me. It did little to dull my anger. Nothing could compare to the sheer disgust I felt for the pathetic excuse of a man standing before me—the one who dared to call himself my brother. I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. A man like him thrived on attention, on provoking a reaction. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. My mind was already elsewhere, occupied with Bethany’s sudden appearance and the things I needed to handle tonight. I had more important matters to deal with than revisiting a past I had long since buried. "Don’t flatter yourself. I had better things to do," I said, my tone devoid of emotion. "And yet, here you are," Victor mused, swirling his drink like he was some untouchable king. "I wasn’t sure you’d show. Afte
Last Updated : 2025-02-21The Cure Is you No Comparison.
°SERENA° A thousand thoughts race through my mind as I head toward the restroom. First and foremost—Adrian has friends. Like, actual friends. And a female friend at that. I still can’t believe it. And that woman? She’s as sweet as she is stunning. When she said she hoped I had more patience than she did in college, I figured she meant she’d made some questionable choices—especially given her earlier comment about her divorce. Later, Adrian’s explanation confirmed it. Though… why would she say that? Did she think there was more to Adrian and me? A sudden warmth rushes to my cheeks at the thought. Adrian and me. Lost in my daze, I don’t see what’s ahead—until I collide straight into someone. "Sorry!" I apologize immediately. The woman I just bumped into assesses me from head to toe, her gaze dripping with disdain. Yeah, I’m not wearing any flashy jewelry—so what? That doesn’t make me any less of a person. But maybe, in her world, it does. "Who let you in?" she s
Last Updated : 2025-02-21The Cure Is you Touch Of Warmth.
°SERENA° My vision blurs, my breath faltering—until I see him. Adrian. And he looks enraged. Victor lets go of me quickly, as if just touching me burns him now. I stumble back, coughing, pressing trembling fingers against my sore throat as I gasp for air. My body is weak, shaking—but I force myself to stand straight. The sting of Victor’s grip is nothing compared to the weight of Adrian’s stare. It’s the kind of look that freezes time, that makes the air too thick to breathe. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t need to. Victor straightens, adjusting his cuffs like he wasn’t just choking me, but there’s a flicker—just a flicker—of unease in his smirk. "Well, well," he drawls. "Look who decided to join." My gaze flickers to Adrian. He’s seated, but that doesn’t diminish him. His presence commands attention, his eyes burning with something terrifying, something lethal. Even without standing, he looks like he could burn this entire place down with a single glare. His fingers tigh
Last Updated : 2025-02-25The Cure Is you Towards Her.
°ADRIAN° "Then let me prove you wrong," she says, her voice barely above a whisper—yet firm, unyielding. Her hands, soft and warm, cradle my face like I’m something fragile—something that needs care. I should pull away. I should remind her of who I am, of the boundaries she keeps pushing. But I don’t. Because I know she will prove me wrong. She always does. That’s what Serena is best at—challenging me, forcing me to see things I don’t want to. At every turn, every chance she gets, she shatters the certainty I hold. I search her eyes, expecting to find mockery, maybe a hint of amusement at my hesitation. But there’s none. Only sincerity. Raw. Unshaken. It unsettles me. A thousand thoughts crash through my mind—hundreds of different ways I could respond. Yet the only thing that leaves my lips is a single word, still full of meaning—her name. "Serena." She doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch. She simply looks at me as if she already knows everything I can’t bring myse
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The Cure Is you An Unexpected Guest.
°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
The Cure Is you His Missing Presence.
°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
