All Chapters of Rivals In Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adam rested his forehead against Sofia's, his hands holding her tightly as if letting her go would shatter the fragile moment between them. He noticed the glimmer of a tear that slipped down her cheek, and something inside him clenched.“Sofia,” he said softly, wiping her tear away with his thumb, “why are you crying?”She pulled away slightly, her hands trembling as they pressed against his chest. “I’m not supposed to do this,” she whispered, her voice cracking with guilt. “This… this isn’t right.”Adam cupped her face gently, his dark eyes searching hers. “Who decides what’s right and what’s wrong, Sofia?”Her heart ached at his words, her emotions betraying the walls she had spent years building. “Our families,” she said, her voice barely audible. “The rivalry, the expectations. We... we can’t.”“You think I care about that?” he said firmly, his voice deep and steady. “Do you think any of that matters to me when it comes to you?”Sofia looked up at him, her gaze conflicted. “You do

By evening, the hospital was a storm of flashing cameras and shouting reporters, all waiting outside with one goal, to get a statement from Ryan Kavanaugh. The parking lot swarmed with press cars, microphones, and eager journalists desperate for a scoop.Inside, Ryan paced the corridor near Grace's ward, his jaw clenched in frustration. He hadn't anticipated the extent of the media frenzy and now realized his mistake in coming alone without his usual security team. The hospital staff had done their best to keep the reporters outside, but even they were struggling to contain the chaos.Anna sat nervously in one of the chairs, clutching her phone tightly. She felt out of place amidst the turmoil surrounding Ryan. "I didn’t expect this. What are you going to do?" she asked, glancing up at him with worry.Ryan stopped pacing and sighed deeply. "I didn’t think it would blow up this much. They’ll twist anything I say right now to make it worse."Anna hesitated, then stood."Can’t you call s

Sofia tossed and turned in her bedroom, her mind a whirlwind of scattered thoughts and forbidden emotions. Adam's face lingered behind her closed eyes, his teasing smirk, his commanding voice, and, most tormenting of all, the memory of his lips on hers.She groaned, burying her face in her pillow, but it offered no escape. Every moment she’d spent with him replayed vividly, his intense gaze, his cryptic remarks, and that maddening charm that seemed to unravel her carefully built defenses.The soft creak of the door drew her attention. Rosa, her ever-watchful maid, stepped inside carrying a tray. She chuckled lightly as she took in Sofia sprawled upside down on the bed like a restless child.“Señorita,” Rosa said with a knowing smile, placing a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table. “You’re not getting any sleep tonight with all that spinning. I made your favorite tea; it’ll help calm your mind.”Sofia flipped herself upright, propping her chin on her knees. “Rosa, does your tea cu

The room was dimly lit, a haze of smoke curling in the air as the man leaned back in his ornate chair, a cigar balanced between his fingers. The soft leather creaked as he shifted slightly, exhaling a cloud of smoke that veiled his sharp, chiseled features. His piercing gray eyes glinted in the faint light, a mixture of amusement and menace dancing within them.The heavy oak door creaked open, and a tall figure dressed in all black stepped inside. His presence was silent, almost predatory, as he moved across the room and placed an envelope on the polished mahogany desk. Without waiting for an invitation, the man in black stepped back, his hands clasped behind him.The seated man crushed the cigar into the ashtray, reaching for the envelope with deliberate slowness. Pulling out the contents, his expression darkened with intrigue. It was a series of photos. His finger traced along one in particular, a woman with familiar eyes, a fierce confidence in her posture despite her small frame.

The hospital corridors buzzed with activity, though muted enough to suit the somber atmosphere of the place. Adam walked into his grandfather’s room, his sharp suit crisp as if he hadn’t spent the night restlessly awake.Inside, his grandmother, Valerie, sat beside his aunt Melda. They were leaning close, whispering softly. When they saw Adam, they straightened, relief flashing across their faces.“Adam, you're here,” Valerie said with a faint smile, though her tired eyes betrayed her fatigue.“How’s he doing?” Adam asked, his voice calm yet laced with concern.Valerie sighed deeply. “He’s stable, thank God. But he hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors said it’s a matter of time. We’re just praying.”Adam nodded, glancing at his grandfather. The elder Kavanaugh, once a towering figure of authority in the family, looked fragile now, surrounded by machines keeping him tethered to life.Valerie’s gaze softened, and she reached for Adam’s hand. “Adam, my dear, life is fragile. Look at us. Your