LOGINElena Hart has spent her entire life carrying the weight of her family feud she never asked for. Raised to despise the Ashford,she knows exactly who are enemies are or at least she thinks she does. Everything changes the night she meets Adrian Ashford, the heir to the family her parents blame for years of misfortune and loss. Adrian is the last person she should want. Yet beneath his cold reputation is a man burdened by expectations,loneliness and wounds that mirror her own.what begins as a stolen conversation and Emotionless attraction soon grows into a love neither of them can control. But love comes at a price. Their relationship sparks an outrage,reopening old wounds and exposing secrets both families have buried for years. As accusation fly and loyalties are tested. Elena finds herself torn between the people who raised her and the man who makes her feel truly seen. With every choice pushing her closer to heartbreak,Elena must decide whether love is worth fighting for when the entire world seems determined to tear it apart. Sometimes leaving is the safest option and sometimes staying is the bravest thing you'll ever do. And sometimes,the person you have a thousand reasons to leave is the one reason you want to stay.
View MoreCHAPTER SEVENAdrian — Third PersonThe video had reached his father before Adrian had finished his first coffee of the morning. He had known it would, from the moment he walked away from that window at the Whitmore Gala. He knew that someone in that room would have noted and filled it and sent it upward through the invisible channel of informants his father had spent decades cultivating. He had known that they will be consequences for the version of himself after the conversation between him and his families rivals daughter. That version of himself was now sitting across a office desk from his father at nine o’clock on a Sunday morning,watching his father starring at him the way a chess player watches a board he has already won.The video was on the desk between them. His father had not played it, he didn’t need to,he already processed and constructed the architecture of the conversation on his head before Adrian had arrived. The video was
CHAPTER SIXElena — First PersonMy father’s knock is two beats. Always two, measured, unhurried, the knock of a person who has never needed to hurry because the world has always waited for him.I had been waiting for those two beats since I watched him make the call.I kept my phone in my pocket, Adrian's message still open,his address still glowing on the screen like something I had not yet decided what to do with.I crossed the room and opened the door.My father stood in the hallway,he was dressed the way he always dressed on Sundays: properly, deliberately, as though the day required the same effort as any other day. His hair was combed, his expression was composed, but only his eyes gave everything away, and only if you had been reading them your entire life will you understand it.“Come downstairs,” he said. Your mother has made tea.I followed him down with shaking hands I hid.The kitchen felt different with the three of us in it. My mother was at the counter, her back to the
CHAPTER FIVEElena — First PersonI stared at those four words for a very long time.“Are you alright Elena?”Four words,my name at the end of them like an inspection .Like he had written it deliberately to make sure I understood he was not asking a general question, he was asking about me. The particular specific me who was currently pressed against a wall at the top of a staircase listening to her father arrange cameras on her own life. I should not have found it comforting.I didn't reply immediately.Instead I went to my room ,I closed the door with the quietness of someone who doesn't want to announce that they are closing a door. I sat on the edge of my bed and I placed my phone facedown on the mattress beside me and told myself with so much firmness ,that I was not going to respond to that message.Had he been thinking about me I asked myself.My head was so messed up,which made me so restless.In the hours I was restless, I showered, dressed,made my bed with the kind of ag
CHAPTER FOURElena — First PersonI was still thinking about the photograph when my phone exploded.That is the only word for it exploded. Seven messages in just under two minutes, then twelve,then too many i couldn't even count. I watched the notification stack up on my screen with the detached confusion of someone who does not yet understand that the world had shifted beneath them.The first message was from cara.“Elena. Call me now.”The second was from my colleague Priya.“Hey have you seen social media this morning? Pls don't panic just try to calm down”.The Third,fourth,and fifth were from numbers I didn't recognise.The sixth was from Daniel.“What is this? Call me immediately.”I sat very still on the guest room floor with my mother's journal in my lap and my phone lighting up like something on fire and I thought with a strange underwater calm:something had happened which was definitely very bad.I opened Cara’s message frist. She had sent a link.A gossip site,one of thos












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