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°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
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°SERENA° I waited and waited, even fate laughing at me, my supposed groom still didn't arrive. "Now, a final call to Mr. Adrian Royce to come forth," the priest announced. Silence. No one stepped forward. I stood there, head bowed, a bouquet trembling in my hands. Scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces, my eyes landed on my father. His cold, icy gaze met mine, devoid of even the slightest concern for his daughter—who had just been stood up at the altar. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder until someone approached the priest, whispering something in his ear. The priest nodded, then held out a ring to me. "With the power vested in me," he declared, his voice carrying a tinge of pity, "I now pronounce Adrian Royce and Serena Cooper husband and wife." And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in a veil of humiliation. Guests began to disperse, their eyes casting fleeting glances of pity—or judgment. I spotted my father preparing to leave and ru
Last Updated : 2024-12-10The Cure Is you An agreement
°SERENA° “Who let you in?” The words hit me like a physical blow, freezing me in place. My heart raced, and each syllable of the voice reverberated through the room, laced with authority and disdain. I turned slowly, my breath caught in my throat. Standing at the base of the grand staircase was a man, his towering figure shrouded in shadows. His dark suit only amplified his presence, and though his face remained obscured, his voice alone sent a chill down my spine. "I—I’m Serena Cooper," I stammered, my voice trembling. "Adrian’s..." My words faltered. Wife? Was I really his wife? “Ah, the new bride,” he sneered, his voice thick with mockery. “Welcome to your new home.” Though his words were polite, the ice behind them made my skin crawl. I gripped the folds of my gown tightly, trying to steady my trembling hands. “Where is Adrian?” I asked, barely above a whisper. The man’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, turning on his heel. “
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°ADRIAN° "What's in it for me, Mr. Royce?" she asked, her voice laced with audacity. I should have expected this. What else could a gold digger care about if not money? Looking at her only fueled my disgust. Red lipstick smeared into a garish alarm, eyeliner smudged like a child’s careless doodle—she looked utterly ridiculous, like a raccoon. "You're Mrs. Royce. Isn't that enough to satisfy you?" "No," she replied, her tone unwavering. Unbelievable. This woman’s greed knew no bounds. "Name your price," I said, suppressing a sigh. If this arrangement could heal my legs, I’d consider it a necessary evil, no matter the cost. "I want to be admitted to medical school." What? I stared at her. "Aren't you too old to be attending school?" "I'm 18!" Eighteen. The absurdity of it hit me like a slap. Evelyn. I clenched my fists, wanting to wring her neck desperately. "Fine. Get your documents ready," I said flatly. Her face lit up as if I’d handed her the keys to
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°SERENA° I’ve told the officer a hundred times already, but he refuses to listen. And that salesgirl’s smug smile? It’s driving me insane.If only the officer would hear me out, I’d wipe that grin off her face. But now, I’m a little scared. When he asked for the cardholder’s number, I gave Adrian’s. What if he refused to come? Worse, what if he tells them to lock me up? No, Adrian still needs me—for his treatment. A sleek Rolls Royce pulled up right in front of the store right then, its polished surface gleaming under the shop’s lights. My breath hitched—I expected Adrian to step out. Instead, it was Tim. Seeing him, the officer broke into a cold sweat. He quickly approached Tim, but Tim ignored him and walked straight toward me. “Are you okay, ma’am?” he asked, his tone gentle. I blinked in confusion, but nodded anyway. “Sir,” the officer stammered. “How come you are here? When she—Madam—gave me the name, I thought it was some random guy. I didn’t expect it to be
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°SERENA° The phone screen lit up suddenly, and my hands trembled as I reached for it. "Don’t make a scene next time you’re going out." — Adrian. This heartless guy! Relief washed over me that it was him, but seriously, could he not text more humanely? Wait—how does he even know what happened? Of course, I should have guessed. I did see the bluetooth on Tim's ear. So Adrian really listened to what happened. Still, I’m not going to reply to you, Adrian Royce. Clutching my phone, I fell back onto my bed. For a fleeting moment, I thought it was someone else, but thank God it wasn him. The next morning, I woke up early, a little giddy—it was my first day of college. Excitement bubbled in my chest as I stepped out. When I arrived, the campus was magnificent—tall buildings surrounded by bustling students in white coats. Soon, I’d be one of them! Right then, my stomach growled, loud and demanding. I hadn’t eaten since leaving his villa—an hour-and-a-half-long drive. I
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°ADRIAN° "Why didn’t you respond to my text?" I asked, gripping her wrist firmly. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing at the hold I had on her. I felt the tension in her slender wrist, though she didn’t pull away. Not yet. "And why were you prying on me?" she shot back, her voice sharp, unapologetic. "I asked first," I said evenly, my grip unwavering. Her defiance was beginning to irritate me, though I couldn’t deny it intrigued me too. She tilted her head, her dark eyes scanning my face like she was trying to solve a puzzle. "I was angry that you pried at me," she finally admitted, her voice softer but still edged with defiance. Was that the truth? I couldn’t tell. But I let it slide—for now. "And you?" she pressed, her gaze locking with mine, refusing to let the conversation die. "Just making sure you were alive," I replied dryly, releasing her wrist. The moment I let go, she stepped back, creating space between us. But her eyes remained locked on mine, th
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°SERENA° “You’re a piece of work,” he said, almost to himself. I snorted softly, shaking my head as I packed up my equipment. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.” I bet that would be the most appreciation he would have ever given. Heartless guy. He didn’t respond, and I took that as my cue to leave. But as I turned toward the door, his voice stopped me. “Why did you agree to this? To us?” The question caught me off guard, and I hesitated, my hand on the doorframe. Was he genuinely asking this question, or was this one of his attempts to mock me? “Why does it matter?” I asked, my voice quieter now. “It matters,” he said, and there was something in his tone—something I couldn’t quite place. I turned to face him, meeting his gaze once more. And he looked really genuine, making my heart skip a beat. Does he really care? “Maybe because I had no other choice. Or maybe because I wanted to prove to myself that I could survive this too.” His eyes narrowed sli
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°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
The Cure Is you Sugar Daddy.
°SERENA° I woke up to the scent of him, warm and familiar, clinging to the sheets, to the oversized shirt I was wrapped in. His. For a moment, I just lay there, letting the softness of the bed and the lingering traces of last night hold me in place. Then I felt it—the ache in my cheeks. I was smiling. Like an idiot. God. I buried my face in the pillow for a second, groaning at myself. When did I become this person? The kind who wakes up in a man's bed, wearing his clothes, smiling like she's living in a damn Disney movie? Shaking my head, I pushed my hair into a bun and got up, my bare feet meeting the cool floor. The contrast sent a small shiver up my spine, pulling me fully into wakefulness. Where is he? The faint hum of the refrigerator and the rustling of bags answered my question before I even had to look. I followed the scent of coffee, of something sweet, and found him in the kitchen, his back to me, unpacking groceries like this was just… normal. Like thi
The Cure Is you Adrian's Weakness.
°VICTOR° "Open your eyes, slut," my mother spat, her voice slicing through the stale air like a whip. Cassandra lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, her body limp, the last traces of the sedative still weighing her down. "Mom, she's still drugged," I said, rolling my shoulders. "She should’ve been up by now," she snapped, tapping her manicured nails against the armrest. "But I suppose she’s just that useless." "Relax. She’s with us now—" A sharp gasp tore from Cassandra’s lips. Her fingers twitched, brows pulling together. Then—her lashes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. Her pupils dilated, her breathing erratic as she fought to focus. Then, realization struck. "Victor…" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but drenched in something raw—hope. Pathetic. She reached for me, but I shifted, just enough for her fingers to miss. "You're finally awake," I murmured, tilting my head as if observing something delicate. Something fragile. An
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°SERENA° Damn right. The moment I stepped outside, the first thing that greeted me was Adrian’s car—sleek, imposing, and impossible to miss. And then there was Adrian himself, standing with his back to us, radiating authority and dominance. His presence alone was enough to send a few students scurrying out of the way. Did the intimidation just roll off him in waves? "Oi, let’s go to our café," Nina called, pulling me from my thoughts. I blinked at her, pressing my lips into a thin line. "Well… my ride’s already here." She frowned. "I don’t see that cute guy." I sighed. "My husband’s here." "What?! What?!" she shrieked before whipping her head to follow my gaze. I groaned internally. Nina and Adrian. God, save me. "Oh my God, I have to see him! Come on!" She practically dragged me toward Adrian, her excitement making it seem like I was the outsider in this situation. Adrian turned the second we got close, then faced us fully, his sharp gaze settling on Nina with mi
The Cure Is you He's Not Yours.
°ADRIAN° "What?" She looked at me, confused, as I stepped closer. I didn’t answer. Instead, I tangled my fingers into her hair, pulled her flush against me, and claimed her lips in a slow, deep kiss—tantalizing, unhurried. I could kiss her all day and never get bored. When I finally pulled back, giving her space to breathe, her lips were slightly swollen, her lip balm completely ruined. My thumb traced her lower lip, savoring the way her breath hitched. "That’s what," I murmured. "Adrian, this is a public place," she whispered, but she didn’t step away. I smirked. "Still, you loved it." Right then, my phone buzzed. A flicker of irritation ran through me—until I saw the caller ID. Fred. I unlocked my phone. "Adrian, come back now. It’s gonna blow your damn mind." This fucker. "I have to go," I said, stepping back. Serena frowned. "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," I replied quickly, already shifting into gear. "I'll pick you up later. Don’t go anywhere." She didn
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°SERENA° I woke up feeling tired all over, my muscles aching, a dull soreness settling deep in my bones—and a heavy arm wrapped around me. Warm. Solid. Blinking against the golden morning light filtering through the curtains, I stirred slightly, and the arm around me tightened. A deep, sleepy groan rumbled against my ear. “Not yet,” Adrian mumbled, his voice husky from sleep, lips brushing against the back of my neck. I stiffened, my breath catching. Last night came rushing back like a flood, each moment sinking into my skin. My pulse thrummed at the memory, and suddenly, the sheets felt too warm. I turned my head slightly and met Adrian’s dark gaze, already open, already watching me. His hair was a tousled mess, and there was something lazy, something entirely too smug, about the way his lips curled at the corners. Heat flooded my face. I looked away, pretending to find the ceiling very interesting. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. I swal
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°ADRIAN° She looked up at me, confusion flickering in her wide eyes, a slight crease forming between her brows at my sudden halt. The warmth of her body beneath mine, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers gripped my shoulders—it all made stopping feel impossible. But I forced myself to breathe, to rein in the urgency thrumming through my veins. I gave her a small, almost rueful smile, brushing my knuckles along her flushed cheek. “I don’t have any protection, and I know you’re not on the pill…” My voice was low, edged with restraint, though the tension in my body betrayed just how much control it took to say those words. Realization dawned in her eyes, her face flushing a deeper shade of rose. Her lips parted slightly, a shaky breath escaping as she processed my words. “So… what should we do?” she asked, her voice softer now, uncertain yet laced with something deeper. I exhaled, steadying myself. “We can get a Plan B pill if you're okay with that… or we can stop
The 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
The 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
