All Chapters of Heartstrings and Agendas: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ADAN GREY SERRANO The moment I stepped into the room, I lifted up my eyes from my phone and my eyes locked on Millie, and for a split second, everything else disappeared.  There she stood, in nothing but her underwear, pacing around the room as if she owned the place, laughing into her phone without a care in the world. Her green eyes went wide with shock as finally, it clicked in her head that I was standing there, and I had to use everything in me not to let my gaze linger on her curves, the way they filled out her lacey bra and underwear. Her red hair was wild-looking-like she had just rolled from bed-but only added to the appeal. It framed her face in messy curls, those intense green eyes still fixed on me like she was unable to believe what was happening. Nor could I.  The whole thing felt unreal, like I'd walked into some kind

As soon as we got back to the room, I chucked my jacket on the chair, feeling the weight of the day settle into my bones. I didn't look at Millie, but I could feel her presence beside me as we entered, and I needed a shower. Something to clear my head and focus my thoughts because right now, they were all over the place. "I'm gonna hit the bathroom," I said, though it was more for myself than for her. "Sure," Millie replied absently, already drifting toward her side of the room. I disappeared into the bathroom, letting the steam rise as I stepped under the hot water. My mind kept circling back to the mess I was in—the two-week deadline, the weight of my grandfather's legacy on my shoulders, the shareholders. Then there was Millie. The picture of her in her underwear from earlier still loomed, vivid and frustrating. She didn't have any idea how much she messed with my head, and it was getting harder and harder to ke

Millie’s POV I didn’t think it’d happen so fast, but here I was—standing outside the courthouse in Italy, of all places. The morning sun had risen high above the old stone buildings, casting soft golden light over everything. It was a beautiful day. Too beautiful for something as surreal as this. “You ready?” Adán asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. His tone was casual, but I could see the tension in his eyes. This wasn’t just a simple legal procedure for him—this was his whole damn future. "Yeah," I mumbled, fidgeting with my dress. Of all things, I decided to wear something bright and flowy. Seemed fitting for the occasion. I mean, if I’m getting fake-married, might as well look cute, right? Adán gave me a look that I couldn't quite place—half amused, half something else. Maybe he noticed the way I was tug

My smile quickly faded when I saw her hands flailing, her head dipping below the surface. Shit. She was drowning. I didn’t wait for the lifeguard. I didn’t wait for anything. I was on my feet and in the water before I even realized it, diving headfirst into the pool. The water hit me cold and sharp, but I was already focused.  I reached out, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her toward me. She was heavier than I expected, probably because she was panicking, her body tensing up. I surfaced quickly, gasping for air, dragging Millie with me. She coughed, sputtering water as her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck, clinging to me. The relief that washed over me was immediate, but I wasn’t done yet. I swam toward the edge, hoisting her up with more force than I realized I had, before pulling myself out of the pool after her. I lai

ADANI leaned back against the lounge chair, my eyes following the soft ripples in the pool. I could hear distant laughter and the faint sounds of chatter from other hotel guests, but my mind was far away.On Millie.Millie had been quiet since the pool incident, and I couldn’t shake the image of her—so fragile, caught off guard, and vulnerable as she flailed in the water. It wasn’t just the fact that she had fallen; it was the look of panic that struck me. The moment I saw her struggling, instinct took over. I’d jumped in without a second thought.But why?I shook my head, trying to clear it. Isabella, who was lounging beside me with a cocktail in hand, interrupted my thoughts.“Adán, you're lost in your head again,” she teased, giving me a sidelong glance over the top of her sunglasses. “You've been quiet ever since you pulled Millie out of the water. Something on your mind?”I glanced at her briefly, offering a small smile. “No, just thinking about everything. It’s been a long d