chizoba Abbaの小説

Seraphina’s POVThe air was suffocating.Not because the room was small but because she understood exactly what was happening.This wasn’t random.This wasn’t a mistake.This was planned.Seraphina lifted her eyes slowly as the door opened, her heart steady despite the fear clawing at her chest.Two figures walked in.Familiar.Too familiar.Adrian’s siblings.“So this is the woman he’s been losing his mind over,” the sister said, circling her like she was inspecting something disposable. “I expected… more.”Seraphina said nothing.Her silence irritated them that much was clear.“Still proud, even now,” the brother chuckled. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”The sister pulled out a phone. Seraphina’s breathing turned shallow as the phone was shoved into her hands again, her fingers trembling despite how hard she tried to steady them. “Send it,” the sister said lazily, leaning against the wall like th

The number was unreachable.Again.Adrian lowered his phone slowly, his jaw tightening as the automated voice repeated the same lifeless message. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair.Three weeks.Three weeks since she disappeared without a trace. No goodbye. No explanation. No closure. Just silence thick, suffocating silence that clung to him no matter where he went.He tried everything. Calls. Emails. Her apartment. Her friends.Nothing.It was like she had erased herself from his world on purpose.But Adrian vale was not a man who accepted losing.If Seraphina wouldn’t come to him…Then he would go through the only people who never failed to show their true nature….Her family.The atmosphere in the room was tense, but not uncomfortable.No… it was worse.It was eager.Adrian sat across from Seraphina’s siblings, his expression calm, unreadable while theirs barely concealed their greed. He could see it in their eyes, in the way they leaned forw

He glanced at the room. Derrick’s smirk, Lucian’s thinly veiled eye-roll, Vivienne’s narrow smile. Helena’s patience masked ambition. Howard and Margot nodded politely, but their eyes glittered with calculation. Everything his grandfather had built, everything he had fought to uphold, was suddenly alive in the tension that filled the room. And Adrian knew marriage or not, these people would try to take what they could. The lawyer paused. “And finally, should Adrian Vale fail to meet the condition of marriage within the three-month period, his shares shall be redistributed equally among the other children.” The words landed like stones. Silence followed, heavier than the chandeliers above. Adrian’s fists clenched. Seraphina hadn’t replied to his calls. And now, the clock wasn’t just ticking it was screaming. The burial of his grandfather was done in private with just family members and few of the board members. And everyone went their way planning to ensure he is left with nothing

The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, a sharp contrast to the heat they’d created. The city hummed around them, unaware. Streetlights glowed softly, casting shadows that felt private, intimate. His car was parked just across the lot. Every step toward it felt like walking further into something they wouldn’t be able to undo. When he opened the door for her, she hesitated. This was the moment. She could still leave. Instead, she reached for him again. Inside the car, the world shrank. Windows fogged faintly from their breath. The air felt too tight, too charged. His hands were gentler now, slower like he was memorizing rather than claiming. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, down his collar, sliding the fabric of his shirt open just enough to feel warmth beneath. He shuddered at the contact, restraint unraveling thread by thread. They kissed again, deeper, slower. Clothes loosened. Fabric shifted. Skin met skin in hesitant exploration that felt both reckless

The club was loud, pulsing with lights and heat. Music throbbed through the floor, through her bones. Drinks kept appearing in her hand. One turned into two. Two into something warmer, heavier. For the first time in months, Elara laughed without thinking about hospital bills. And while being a little tipsy she decided to live a little just for tonight. She moved to the dance floor and moved her body, whining her waist back forth with her friend Tessa. They danced till they were exhausted and Elara offered to bring more drinks. And then she saw him. Adrian POV. Adrian called her again. Voicemail. He stared at his phone, jaw tight. Called once more. Let it ring longer this time, as if persistence could force her to answer. Nothing. A minute later, his screen lit up. Seraphina: Stop calling me like you suddenly remember I exist. You had six years to listen. I’m not picking up now because your ego is uncomfortable. If you need control, find it somewhere else. He read it twice. Then

Seven days. That was how long Adrian Vale went without hearing Seraphina’s voice. At first, he told himself it was necessary. Space meant clarity. Distance meant perspective. He sent one message measured, reasonable. When she didn’t reply, he sent another two days later. Then he called. Once. Twice. Then again. Each time, the call rang until it slipped neatly into voicemail. No rejection. No confrontation. Just absence. By the end of the week, the silence had stopped feeling temporary. It followed him into meetings. Into sleepless nights. He told himself she was being emotional. That she would calm down. That this was part of the process. The business meeting at Blackwell University was meant to be a potential investment, a new innovation wing, donors and administrators eager to impress. Adrian sat through it with practiced attention, nodded at the right moments, shook hands, smiled when required. When it was over, he stepped out into the main administrative building, loosenin