All Chapters of The Cure Is you: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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 heaven. "Really? Thank you so mu

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. If

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 slightly, as t

°ADRIAN °Today, my legs felt strange—sore and tingling where the needles had pierced. Was that normal? I would ask her. I was already out when it struck me. She’d probably be at college by now.Whatever. I’d grab some food instead.I called for my attendant, who helped me down the stairs. Each step was a brutal reminder of how much I hated this—being dependent, being weak. I hope these sessions work soon. This wasn’t a life I intended to endure much longer. I have many unfinished businesses out there.By the afternoon, I was knee-deep in estate work with Timothy when the door swung open without warning.By an Uninvited. Unwanted. And the person I despised most in this fucking world—my half-brother, Victor Royce.“Stop,” I said sharply, my tone cold and biting.“Relax, Adrian,” Victor said, smirking, already testing my patience.“Leave,” I ordered, my voice low and measured, barely containing the disdain beneath it.Victor chuckled, throwing himself onto the couch as if he owned the