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2025-01-03 11:51:38
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The Cure Is you Emotions.
°ADRIAN° “Yes, sir. The card was last swiped at a hospital.” The moment the words left his mouth, a million questions struck my mind. That's not what I expected. A hospital? Why would she be at a hospital? Questions churned in my head, relentless and unforgiving. Had she paid someone’s bill? Was it out of necessity? Charity? A calculated move to appear noble? Or was this a ploy, another angle I couldn’t yet see? Was she truly that selfless? The word didn’t sit well. It clashed with the Serena I had constructed in my mind—the little gold digger who married me for money and power. Opportunistic. Manipulative. A woman who knew exactly what she was doing at all times. And yet, here she was, standing in front of me, arms crossed. Her posture was defensive, but not combative. I caught the faint trace of tears clinging to her cheeks, her nose tinged pink from crying. She looked... Cute. Damn it, Adrian. Stop. It doesn’t matter. “Fine. Go,” I said, waving her off dismissively, t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-04The Cure Is you A peace offering.
°SERENA° “But don’t treat everyone as if they’re beneath you. We’re humans, Adrian. We have emotions too.” I don’t even know why I am saying this; he won’t understand anyway. All he ever does is what he wants. I stumbled to my bed, hugging myself, as his words cut through me again and again. It hurts. It really hurts to know he thought I was like that—someone so vile, so opportunistic. For a split second yesterday, I thought maybe, just maybe, he had a heart too. But today, he proved me utterly wrong. And with his cold dismissal, he buried the fragile hope that had dared to sprout, that had threatened to appear. I should be used to this by now—the accusations, the judgment, the way his eyes harden every time he looks at me. But no amount of time or repetition makes it easier. If anything, it carves deeper, each word and action leaving a scar I can’t quite hide. I thought, even though he doesn’t care about me, at least he respects and understands me. That he sees I am not as des
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-04The Cure Is you Feared answers.
°SERENA° I came home late tonight, though I’m happy my application was approved and Adrian didn’t do anything to ruin it. All I need to do now is prepare the herbs, give him his needling, and then collapse into bed. Sleep is calling me like a lullaby, and tomorrow is the weekend—a rare chance to breathe. But why do I feel so drained? It was past 9 by the time I finished making the herbal medicine. The rich aroma of the herbs wafted through the air, but even that couldn’t energize me. Now, all that’s left is to deliver it and do the needling. Then, sleep. I dragged myself upstairs, each step feeling like a punishment. For the first time, I found myself getting irritated at how big his house is. Why does he need all this space when he lives alone? Heartless guy. Couldn’t he just stay in a smaller place? I knocked on his door, waiting for that familiar, icy voice to respond. And there it was. “Come in.” Twisting the knob, I pushed the door open with what little strength
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-04The Cure Is you Messed up.
°SERENA° It’s been three weeks, and as promised, Adrian hasn’t questioned my methods. Well, apart from his occasional jabs—like calling me “half-dead” or “little gold digger”—everything else felt... normal. Maybe even good. If life could just stay this way—steady and uncomplicated—things might actually turn out okay. Three more years to finish my degree, and I’ll finally become the doctor I’ve always dreamed of being, ready to help those in need. But even as I try to focus on the future, there’s a question gnawing at the back of my mind. One I’ve been avoiding because I’m terrified of the answer. Adrian has started moving his fingers, and now and then, even his legs twitch with effort. It’s incredible to witness. He’s been working so hard, pouring his strength into the exercises, along with continuous simulations, and taking the herbal medicine. If things continue like this, it won’t be long until he’s walking again. And while that thought fills me with joy—it really does—there’s
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-06The Cure Is you Something wrong
°ADRIAN° Everything is going unusually well, almost too well, which gives me an odd sense of unease. Life can’t possibly be this good. That little gold digger has been behaving herself—doing her job without complaint and even keeping her sharp tongue in check. Perhaps it’s because I’ve started to respect her, and I treat her accordingly. After digging into her past, I discovered something unexpected: she wasn’t the bride Evelyn had chosen for me. She’s the bride’s younger sister. That explains why she’s so…different from what I expected. And I think Evelyn is still unaware of that fact. She wasn’t raised in the usual privileged bubble. Instead, she grew up with her grandmother, a herbal medicine healer. She wasn’t lying about that, and I’ve verified it myself. I’m not naive enough to trust anyone who claims they can heal my legs, but I can’t ignore the progress. It’s been three weeks, and I can now move my fingers with ease. Even my legs respond with effort—small movements, but
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-06The Cure Is you Taste of survival
°SERENA° My head is pounding as if someone is hammering nails into my skull, each strike sharper than the last. My skin burns, a suffocating heat coursing through me, like I'm being roasted alive. Am I dead? Is this hell? No... I’m not dead. I’ve been drugged. The realization crashes into me like a tidal wave, sending my heart into overdrive. My eyes snap open, though the world around me spins in nauseating swirls. My vision is blurry, my surroundings unfamiliar. Where am I? The air is heavy, reeking of alcohol and weed. I’m in a wooden house. My stomach churns as fear grips me, cold and suffocating despite the heat radiating off my body. I try to sit up, but my limbs feel weighted down, unresponsive. My hands—why can’t I move my hands? Panic claws at my throat as I realize they’re bound. Tight ropes bite into my wrists, chafing against my skin. I need to find a way to escape. There’s no sound coming from outside. I’m not sure if they’re still here or not. My breathing qu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-07The Cure Is you My rage
°ADRIAN° The damn forest routes—they seem never-ending, twisting and turning through the dense, shadowy trees. Each mile feels like an eternity. It’s been over an hour since Timothy managed to track her, tracing the mobiles of those two bastards who, to my utter disbelief, turned out to be her classmates. Fucking classmates? The word rattles in my head, fueling my fury. How could people she knew, people she probably trusted, do something like this? The thought alone sets my blood boiling. Timothy keeps driving, the wheels crunching over uneven dirt roads, as we head toward some remote wooden house—one that apparently belongs to Mark Joan, where his mobile was located along with the other one. The more I think about it, the worse the storm in my chest becomes. I swear, when I get my hands on them, they’ll wish they’d never been born in this planet. But my rage isn’t enough to smother the gnawing fear creeping into my heart. What are they doing to her? Is she safe? Is she hurt
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-07The Cure Is you Silent hopes
°ADRIAN° What the hell is happening? I know I should stop her. I know this isn’t right. But for a fleeting second, I couldn’t. I froze, caught in the chaos of her desperation, her pain, her heat. The metallic taste of blood snapped me out of it. Her blood. My stomach twisted, and my fucking heart sank like a stone. She’s drugged, I reminded myself, forcing clarity through the storm in my head. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t Serena. It was the drugs—clouding her judgment, stealing her control, and leaving her vulnerable in ways I couldn’t bear to see. I will not let her do something she'll regret later. I broke the kiss, grabbing her shoulders gently but firmly, grounding myself and her in the same motion. "Serena, stop," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "This isn’t you. You’re not thinking clearly." As I pressed lightly on her left shoulder to keep her steady, an ear-piercing scream tore from her lips, freezing my blood. I pulled back instantly, my eyes darting to
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-09
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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
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
The Cure Is you Connects to Her.
°ADRIAN° Once again standing before this house, I felt nothing but a cold dismay wash over me. The mansion loomed, carved in the same grandeur that once terrified me as a boy. Its ivy-draped walls stood like old gods watching over the sins they once bore witness to, silent and unmoved. Its towering gates creaked open with a reluctant groan, and the familiar crunch of gravel beneath my shoes sent a chill up my spine. The air was stiff with aged roses, the kind my mother used to place on the dining table, back when silence hadn’t yet swallowed every space whole. “Shall we go inside, sir?” Timothy’s voice, calm and quiet, broke the spell. He stood respectfully beside me, dressed impeccably, though I knew his eyes were on me more than the door. I nodded once. Or forced myself to. Still, my feet stayed frozen to the ground. The wind shifted. Not strong—but enough to rustle the leaves, to carry the whispers of the past straight into my bones. I was no longer the trembling boy be
The Cure Is you Forever.
°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.
The Cure Is you She's My Wife.
°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
