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°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
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-07The 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
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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 she
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°SERENA° I was about to ask Adrian why the women from his past always made such dramatic entrances into his life—and demand to know who this infuriating woman was. But before I could, she bolted past me with lightning speed, snatching the flowers from his hands and hugging him as if she owned him. Why the hell aren’t you pushing her away, huh? "I really missed you, Addy," she said, her voice dripping with honey. Addy? I openly scowled at that shitty nickname. "What are you doing here, Cassandra?" Adrian’s voice cut through the room, sharp and cold. But he could do better. She tilted her head, smiling as if he hadn’t just snapped at her. "I’m here for you." Wow. If she’s here for him, then what the hell am I here for? "What the fuck are you talking about?" Adrian snapped, finally pushing her away. "Adrian, I’m back, and we love each—" "That was five years ago," he cut her off, his voice deadly, daring her to deny it. So she wasn’t lying when she said she wa
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°ADRIAN° Cassandra followed me into my office, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. "You don't have to," I said flatly. "Serena won’t eavesdrop." She turned to face me, still clutching the flowers like they were her last lifeline. They were meant for Serena, and a wave of irritation coursed through me at the sight of them in her hands. "Who is she?" The question came out laced with something sharp, something demanding. "My wife." Her breath hitched. "She isn’t," she whispered. "You don’t love her." "She is." I clenched my jaw. "And that’s none of your business." My patience was wearing thin. I didn’t have time for her dramatics. "Why are you here, Cassandra?" She stepped forward, her fingers tightening around the bouquet. "Isn’t it obvious?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her eyes shone with unshed tears. "I love you, Adrian, and—" "And I would have believed that five years ago." Her lips trembled. "Adrian, I’m sorry." "Sorry?" A humorl
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°SERENA° I heard his footsteps before his voice. "Serena, come out." I yanked the blanket over my head. Nope. Not happening. After the way he had practically told me I was nothing, why did he suddenly have time for me? "I don’t want to," I muttered, staring at the ceiling. My voice sounded flat, drained. Good. Maybe he’d take the hint and walk away. Silence. For a moment, I thought—finally, some peace. But then— "Come out and eat." Oh. Now he cared if I ate? A laugh almost slipped out, but I swallowed it down. How convenient. Where was this sudden concern when he decided to let his ex move into our house? "Why don’t you call your fiancée?" I snapped. Petty? Maybe. Deserved? Absolutely. A pause. Then, his voice, calm as ever, like I hadn’t just thrown a knife at him: "She isn’t my fiancée." Oh, right. "Your lover, then." "No." Liar. "So why do you still remember me, then?" The words just... slipped out. And the second they did, I wished I could s
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°ADRIAN° The morning felt off. Heavy. Like the house itself was suffocating under an unspoken tension. Serena was silent. No rushed footsteps. No clinking dishes. No sarcastic remarks thrown my way. Just an unsettling stillness. She wasn’t pouting. Not exactly. But she was doing that thing—pretending she didn’t care when, in reality, it was all she could think about. And I knew why. The way she had staked her claim at dinner last night. It would have been amusing. If only it didn’t irritate me just as much. She knew. She knew Cassandra meant nothing to me. So why was she acting like this? "Shall we go?" I asked as she slipped on her shoes. Serena barely spared me a glance. "You're coming with me?" "Yeah. I'll drop you off and then continue." Since Timothy was supposed to drive her, I figured I’d join anyway. "Your wish," she muttered, turning away. We stepped out. The early morning air was crisp, but it did nothing to cut through the tension between us. Out
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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
The Cure Is you A Leverage.
°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
The Cure Is you Why Now?!
°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
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°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
