Novels by bixiaojiestella

　　The interview and shoot were scheduled just days later, and the production team had already planned a short behind-the-scenes video to be released on social media first—　　a chance to ride the momentum while it lasted.　　Still, as Emily stood in the spotlight of the photo studio, the lights glaring overhead, she felt a twist of nerves in her stomach.　　The lighting rig blocked half her view. She could barely see beyond the softboxes, let alone the studio door.　　She took a quiet breath and tried to focus.　　From behind the equipment, she heard the director chuckle.　　A warm, baritone voice followed with a teasing edge:　　“Well, well. Look who’s here. Didn’t expect to see you.”　　Emily glanced up instinctively.　　And there he was.　　Adrian—tall, sharp, completely out of place in a room full of rolling racks and lens flares—yet somehow fitting in all the same.　　He gave the director a polite nod.　　“Thought I’d drop by,”he said easily.“My wife’s first major cover. Wouldn’t miss it.”　

　　The next morning,sunlight spilled softly across the edge of the bed,catching on the pale gold curtains.　　Emily blinked awake,still wrapped in the warmth of Adrian’s arms.　　For a long moment,she didn’t move—just listened to the slow,steady rhythm of his breathing behind her,the quiet peace that followed everything they’d left on that stage.　　Then her phone buzzed.　　She reached for it sleepily,squinting at the screen.　　And froze.　　Notifications were flooding in—social media mentions,article headlines,blog posts,tags,messages,comment threads that seemed to scroll endlessly.　　The brand’s official account was trending.　　Her name was trending.　　Even#MobiusBride was trending.　　She stared at it,eyes wide,then turned to look back at Adrian,who had stirred awake,watching her with half-lidded eyes.　　"Did you…pay for all this promotion?"she asked,still dazed,the phone now resting against his bare chest.　　Adrian lifted an eyebrow,amused.　　"As a financial investor,the first thing I a

As the applause faded and the lights dimmed slightly, a soft transition played across the massive LED screen behind Emily. The crowd turned to look— and there it was. A sleek, elegant Möbius strip, rendered in brushed platinum and rose gold, slowly rotated on the screen. It was the official brand symbol of her new line. The host, standing beside the podium, turned toward her with a smile. “Ms. Hart, could you tell us a bit about the meaning behind this design?” Emily smiled, steady and poised, her voice carrying gently through the mic. “The Möbius strip has a fascinating history,” she began. “It’s a one-sided surface—continuous, infinite. No beginning, no end. It symbolizes unity, eternity, and the beautifully complex nature of connection.” She paused, then added, her eyes softening slightly. “When I created this brand, a part of its philosophy was inspired by my husband. This symbol you see here is also the foundation of our wedding ring design. Because I believe every s

　　The space between them stretched thin, charged and brittle.　　People around them were starting to notice, glancing over with curious eyes.　　The gift box remained suspended awkwardly between them, Mike’s hand still waiting, expectant.　　Emily’s fingers curled into her side, rigid with the effort not to move, not to take it.　　A heartbeat later, a warm hand closed over the box.　　Another arm slid around her waist in a firm, unmistakable claim.　　Emily exhaled in a rush as Adrian pulled her gently against him, his presence a wall between her and everything else.　　He turned to Mike with a polished smile that didn’t reach his eyes.　　“Mike,”Adrian said smoothly, his voice calm and cutting all at once.　　“Good to see you. Please, enjoy the evening. Have a seat.”　　Without waiting for a response, Adrian laced his fingers through Emily’s and steered her away with effortless possession.　　Emily followed, her heart hammering, the heat of his hand grounding her as they moved through the crow

　　Adrian smiled against her hair, then shifted to the side, pulling the covers up over both of them.　　He gathered her into his arms, tucking her securely against him, her head nestled under his chin, his hand stroking soothing circles along her spine.　　Emily let out a tiny sigh, the last of her tension melting away.　　Wrapped up in his arms, with the steady thud of his heartbeat against her ear and his breath warm in her hair, she finally felt herself drift.　　Safe.　　Loved.　　Home.　　Adrian kissed the top of her head one last time and whispered,　　"Sleep, baby. I'm not going anywhere."　　And with that promise stitched into the night between them, they both surrendered to sleep—together.　　-　　The design studio was finally finished—　　polished marble floors, glass walls that caught the sunlight just right, sleek modern lines that spoke of ambition and elegance.　　It stood just a few blocks away from E International, nestled in the heart of the city’s thriving downtown core.　　When E

　　With a low,ragged growl,he shifted,gripping her hips firmly as he drove into her with a sudden,deeper thrust.　　Emily gasped sharply,her back bowing off the bed,her nails digging into his skin as he filled her completely,claiming her in a way that left no room for thought.　　He caught her mouth in a fierce kiss,swallowing every broken sound she made,moving inside her with a raw,aching need that he no longer bothered to hold back.　　His control—so carefully maintained—was gone now,undone by the way she trembled for him,by the way she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded.　　And he was.　　He always would be.　　Their bodies moved together in a wild,desperate rhythm,each thrust sending another tremor through her,each kiss deepening the way they unraveled into each other.　　In that moment,nothing else existed—　　just the burn of skin against skin,　　the frantic beating of two hearts colliding,　　and the unspoken vows stitched into every breathless touch.　　Emily’s