It started with a broken window.Then a slashed tire.Then a fire.Adrian’s parents had lived quietly in their modest neighborhood on the outskirts of town, far from the glamor and venom of the elite. Managing their lives. But ever since their son’s relationship with Eli Chamberlin hit the headlines, their peaceful life had crumbled. And now, it was war. They hardly go out without people shaming them. On a rainy Tuesday night, the worst of it came.Two masked men broke through the back door. Adrian’s father had been dozing in his recliner when he heard the shatter. His wife screamed as one of the men shoved her to the ground. “Where’s your son, your good for nothing son?” one of them snarled. “Where’s Adrian?”“We don’t know! He doesn’t live here. please…” mr. Carter tried to shield his wife from harm.The second man grabbed a photo off the mantel. It was a picture of Adrian as a boy grinning, missing a front tooth. The man sneered, then dropped it to the floor, smashing it beneath
The champagne had barely settled in Adrian’s system, but his heart was already racing for an entirely different reason.Flashes from cameras exploded like fireworks as he stepped out to kill boredom, Eli at his side, with his hand tucked tightly into his. It was supposed to be just another high-society fundraiser, but after the night they’d had…after the smooth confessions the night before under the sheets and the sweet lovemaking, they couldn’t pretend anymore.Adrian faced the press crowding the sidewalk outside the venue. His jaw tensed. Then, he did something that would change the axis of both their worlds.“I’m in love with Eli Chamberlin,” Adrian said, his voice was loud and fierce.Eli froze. He wasn't expecting him to make such a declaration in such an event. He was barely invited. However, he liked it. A stunned silence gurgled through the crowd before reporters erupted in a frenzy of shouting, snapping photos, and scrambling to call editors.Eli grabbed Adrian’s hand tightl
Just as they lay on the bed, enjoying each other’s bodies and trying to forget their worries for the moment. The heaven rumbles. “It seems we’ll be having a downpour.” Eli nodded. Soon, the Rain tapped against the windows of the small apartment as Eli lay on his side, facing Adrian. Their bodies were tangled beneath a threadbare blanket, their skin was warm from shared heat, their hearts were still racing from all they had endured. The silence between them wasn’t awkward, but it was a rare kind of peace, the kind that came only after a war.Eli traced lazy circles on Adrian’s chest. “Do you ever think we’re insane?” he asked quietly.Adrian glanced down at him. “Define insane.”“Giving up everything for this. For… us.”Adrian gave a half-laugh, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “Every day.”Eli’s fingers paused. “Would you take it back?”Adrian hesitated. “Would you?”Eli looked up, met his gaze, and shook his head. “No. I’d do it all again. Even if I lost it all twice.”Adrian sw
The war wasn’t just between two families anymore. It had grown into something dangerous and full of hate. Including the constant bullying that followed Eli and Adrian wherever they turned.The Chamberlins made sure they suffered, sending lawyers, letters, threats concealed as formal notices. But what Eli didn’t know was that Adrian’s side wasn’t staying silent either.It began with a short, and cold message from Cynthia. “You need to start paying me back. Every dime I spent raising you. I kept every receipt. You won't deceive me into supporting you and dumb me when you think you can handle yourself.”Adrian sat alone in his tiny studio apartment, staring at the screen like it had slapped him. His chest felt tight. He hadn’t spoken to his mother in weeks, not since their last argument over Eli. She had never accepted his sexuality, and now it seemed she was using his relationship as ammunition.He called her. “Mom, what is this?” they asked, thinking it was his mother. Cynthia’s voice
The silence in the Chamberlin estate was suffocating. It wasn’t the kind of silence that brought peace; rather, it was the calm before a storm, loaded with unspoken threats and decades of tradition straining under the weight of rebellion.Eli stood tall in the drawing room, with his arms crossed over his chest as he faced his parents. The fire crackled in the hearth behind him, shining over the portrait of his ancestors..a long line of powerful, respectable men who all shared one thing: loyalty to the family legacy.Venita Moreau-Chamberlin sat poised in a high-backed chair, her expression was also unreadable, but her knuckles were white as they clenched the armrest. Across from her, Richard Chamberlin’s lips were a thin, trembling line.“You have until the end of the week,” Richard said coldly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Leave Adrian. Publicly. Cut him off. Or you will be disinherited and removed from everything. No trust fund. No home. No name.”Eli stared at his father, wit
The Chamberlins sat in their private study, their faces were filled with worry. Mr. Chamberlin paced the room, furrowing his brow, while Mrs. Chamberlin sipped her tea, her eyes remained cold and calculating.“He’s becoming a problem,” Mr. Chamberlin muttered, stopping to face his wife.Mrs. Chamberlin nodded. “Adrian’s influence on Eli is unacceptable. I don't know how he did it. We need to take decisive action.”They devised a plan to systematically pull apart Adrian’s life, aiming to sever his ties with Eli.The next day, Adrian received a notice from his landlord, his rent was overdue, and eviction was coming. He was confused, Adrian checked his bank account, only to find it inexplicably frozen.He called the bank. “There must be a mistake. I didn’t authorize any holds on my account.”The bank manager replied, “I’m sorry, Mr. Adrian, but we’ve received legal orders to freeze your assets pending investigation.”Adrian’s heart sank. “Investigation? What kind of investigation? I have