Romans de Tianah

~ Adrian ~ I didn’t even realize how hard I slammed the door until the sound bounced back at me. The sturdy oak doors of the dining room shook on their hinges, but I couldn’t care less. My father’s words still rang in my ears, each one a chain he tried to wrap around my neck. Engaged? To Isabella? Without even a word to me? My footsteps echoed on the marble floor as I strode down the long hallway. The maids I passed quickly looked away, retreating into the walls as if they were afraid of being caught up in my storm. I needed some fresh air. I pushed through the glass doors at the end of the corridor and stepped out onto the garden terrace. The night air was cooler, a welcome relief from the stuffy atmosphere inside. I pressed my palms against the stone railing, leaning forward until my breathing steadied. For years, I had followed my father’s orders without a second thought. I took the family business and pushed it higher, faster, stronger than he ever imagined. I tripled our as

~ Adrian ~I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that makes every little sound feel like a jackhammer. My mouth was dry, my skin felt sticky, and my suit from last night was crumpled in a way that would usually drive me crazy.I sat up slowly, trying to pull myself together. The curtains were drawn, and a faint hint of perfume lingered in the air. The bed was a mess, but honestly, I wasn’t in the right headspace to care about the details.I couldn’t remember much from the night before—just flashes of overwhelming noise, a strong scent, and the kind of chaos I usually avoided. I hated feeling this way, so out of control. That alone pushed me to get out of there as fast as I could.I pushed myself up, straightened my clothes as best as I could, and left without looking back.By the time I got back to the villa, the sun was already blazing in the sky. My mother was in the living room, sitting there with an air of elegance as if she had been waiting for me forever.“Adrian,” she sa

~ Liana ~The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.The morning had been peaceful and uneventful until everything shifted in an instant.A sudden wave of nausea hit me, my stomach twisting in discomfort. For a moment, my vision blurred, and I clutched the edge of the counter. I tried to shake it off, telling myself it was just exhaustion but the feeling intensified quickly. My legs gave way before I could take another step. The las

~ Liana ~The moment I slammed the door of my hotel room, the tears started flowing. My legs gave way, and I found myself crumpled on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall. The robe from the bed hung around me like a heavy blanket, offering no comfort from the storm brewing inside.With trembling hands, I reached for the remote control. I hesitated, not wanting to face anything that might judge me further than I already felt—but there was this nagging need to see it. I had to grasp just how far my life had spiraled out of control.As I turned on the television, my own face filled the screen."Breaking news," the anchor's voice sliced through the air, sharp and unyielding. "Heiress Liana caught in a cheating scandal with her fiancé, actor Ethan Cross. Exclusive photos have surfaced from this morning."Images flashed before my eyes. There I was—disheveled, wrapped in a robe, tears streaming down my cheeks. My expression was one of disbelief and horror."Reports suggest the in

~ Liana ~The first thing that hit me was pain. A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed in my skull, each beat feeling heavier than the last, like drums echoing right next to my ears. My throat was dry, and every muscle in my body ached as if I had been twisted and left out in the sun to dry.I groaned, slowly forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—plain, cream-colored, with a faint crack running along one corner. This was definitely not my room. And it wasn’t Ethan’s either.Panic surged in my chest.I sat up too fast, clutching the sheets to my body. The sudden movement made my headache worse. A wave of nausea washed over me, and I almost collapsed back onto the pillow.That’s when I noticed my skin.Bare.Completely bare.I glanced down and realized I was naked beneath the sheets. My heart raced against my ribs, and cold sweat trickled down my back.“What…?” My voice trembled as the word slipped out. “What happened…?”Fragments of memory fluttered through my mind like tor

~ Liana ~"Are you ready for tonight, Liana?" Ethan’s voice rang out from the doorway of my dressing room.I capped my lipstick and turned to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, his tuxedo perfectly fitted, every hair in place. He looked like the kind of guy women dream about in magazine ads. But there was something in his smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, hinting at more than any picture could show."It’s just another gathering," I said, standing up and smoothing my dress. "I’ll be fine."He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You always say that. But remember, tonight isn’t just about you. We need to keep the spotlight even."His tone was playful, but I could sense a seriousness beneath it. My heart tightened, but I managed to smile. "I’ll try not to embarrass you."Before he could respond, a familiar voice chimed in."Embarrass him? You? That’s impossible."Vanessa strolled into the room, her silver gown sparkling under the lights. My stepsister’s red lips curled