Mag-log inAdrian.
It's been a few seconds, and a million excuses have crossed my mind on how to respond.
There was one in particular that was quite convincing.
‘I was just walking by; where you looking for me?’
If it wasn't that, then I might as well say I've been standing here for the past hour.
Nikolai was no fool.
I will go with the first.
“Adrian…”
When I heard the voice a second time, it didn't sound threatening, nor like Nikolai’s.
Rather it was soft, sweet and delicate, it wasn't a man's voice.
Isabel…
I quickly turned to look at her. I've never been so happy to bump into someone in many years.
“Isabelle.” She walked closer and when she was just a foot away, there were sturdy footsteps that were approaching.
Nikolai's.
I leaned forward and kissed Isabelle's lips. Wrapping my hands around her waist line, I pressed her body on mine, giving off an impression that we've been bonding.
Suddenly the steps stopped, after a few seconds, it became distant by the minutes.
He must have watched for those spaced out seconds of quiet moments.
“Stop it.” Isabelle pushed me.
“I'm sorry, that was not gentlemanly of me. I just…”
“I do not care about why you did that, Adrian I have something to tell you.”
“Please, go ahead.”
“This marriage is my responsibility, so I will not avoid it. But do not expect anything from me.”
When she said those words, a wave of relief ran through my spine.
Whatever her reasons were, I do not care to know.
“I cannot be a perfect wife, I will not be able to love you. We will be a couple on the surface only. Behind closed doors, I want to lay on separate beds.”
At that moment, I stared at Isabelle dazedly while holding my breath.
Her face looked gentle, and her expression was warm. It made me wonder, how much pressure or perhaps, what she had to give up for this marriage.
But it made it easy for me at least. For the first time, I wouldn't have to pretend.
“Thank you…” The words flew out of my mouth and her brows instantly crinkled.
“Thank you???” Isabelle's eyes searched mine, “do you also hate the idea of this marriage?”
Up until now, stepping my foot into this house filled my heart with so much anger. They've tried to kill me, they deserved all my hate.
But standing here in front of Isabelle who reminded me a lot about myself caused that hate to waver a tiny bit.
But at least, this was indeed the best.
“Do you, Adrian?” She asked again, and I nodded.
“Understandable.” She responded and then turned to leave.
“I accept everything apart from the bed part, we have to look like genuine couples.” When I said that, Isabelle seemed to lose it, and she hurriedly walked to me.
She gripped my arm and pushed me against the wall.
“I cannot lay on the same bed as you. I cannot lay on the same bed with a man…”
I pursed my lips, as her words replayed in my head.
“A man?” My eyes narrowed deeper and I took a better look at her.
Her hands quickly loosen around my arm. I could see the way her lips were shaking and her body quivering.
She couldn't…
“Isabelle…” I called and stared at me with guilty eyes.
“You are a…” She pressed her hands against my lips.
“Don't you dare utter those words in this house.” She threatened.
Interesting…my first time in this house, and I've learnt a couple of things.
“Your secret is safe with me.” I gently held her hand.
Her eyes were wavering as she sucked her lips in. “You don't look bothered.”
“It's your life Isabel, why should I be bothered?” I countered and she heaved a deep breath.
“There they are…”
Gabriel, Liliana and Leonardo walked up to us. I was so distracted by Isabelle that I didn't hear them coming.
“It seems the couple are getting along.” Liliana had a wide smile on her lips, she patted her daughter's hair and then said, “Darling, why don't you come bring your special drink to Adrian?”
“She makes the best Chapman.” Gabriel applauded his daughter.
All of these were strange. Patting their child's hair, praising her skill and laughing together.
I couldn't relate.
They didn't seem frightening, rather they looked like a happy family. When Liliana held her daughter and led her away, Gabriel followed them.
My gaze lingered on their figure before it disappeared, suddenly, I felt a hard strike on my cheek.
Leonardo slapped me.
“You better stop getting goofy and remember what you are to do. I can't believe I let myself trust you with something so important, you weakling.”
He nudged me backward and I lost my balance, I fell on my butt.
Everything happened so fast that I didn't have time to process my thoughts.
This wasn't new, but it seems to hurt every time it happened.
“I already regret having you, don't make me kill you myself.”
“Understood?” He yelled.
Waiting for my response, when he didn't get it. Leonardo stepped on my wrist, pressing on it harder as leaned towards my face…
“Understood?” He asked again.
I didn't moan in pain, there was no such thing. The feeling of my bones cracking and about to break into parts wasn't as excruciating as it was when it happened the first time ten years ago.
I slowly raised my eyes and locked them on his.
“Yes, I understand.” I squinted my eyes.
He then stood up straight and I let my gaze follow him till he was standing 6inch towering against me.
But then-
The figure standing behind him at a corner didn't escape my view.
Nikolai.
As if being humiliated wasn't enough, the man I've come to loathe was standing right there.
He must have loved it. Watching me being terrorized by my father. I could see the
smirk on the corner of his lips as he watched in awe.
But there was one thing that crossed my mind-
How long has he been standing there?
Adrian’s Pov The champagne toast ended with enthusiastic applause and warm embraces, but even as I accepted congratulations from Gabriel and Liliana, even as I smiled and nodded at appropriate moments during their excited planning discussions, I was acutely aware of the storm brewing in Nikolai’s dark eyes.He stood at the edge of the celebration like a statue carved from ice, his face a perfect mask of polite interest that didn’t quite hide the fury radiating from every line of his body. I’d learned to read his moods over the past months, had become an expert in interpreting the subtle shifts in his expression that others missed entirely. Right now, he looked like a man barely containing the urge to destroy something beautiful.The family conversation swirled around logistics and timelines—when to begin the IVF process, which fertility specialists to consult, whether we should announce our plans to the wider family immediately or wait until we had more concrete news to share. Isabel
Nikolai’s POV Three weeks had passed since the warehouse incident, and I’d watched Isabel’s gradual recovery with the careful attention of someone monitoring a patient’s vital signs. The tears had eventually stopped, the hollow look in her eyes had begun to fade, and slowly—so slowly—she’d started to resemble the confident young woman she’d been before Sophia’s betrayal had shattered her trust in love itself.What surprised me was how much time she’d been spending with Adrian.They’d always maintained the polite distance appropriate to their arranged marriage, but lately I’d noticed them together more often—sharing quiet conversations in the library, taking walks through the estate gardens, even laughing occasionally at some private joke. It was the kind of companionable intimacy that looked, to outside observers, exactly like a marriage that was finally beginning to work.The irony wasn’t lost on me. As Isabel grew closer to Adrian in their public roles as husband and wife, Adrian w
Adrian’s PovThe phone’s shrill ring cut through the tension between us like a blade, but after three rings, it fell silent. Nikolai stared at the device in his hand, his face pale in the dim lighting of his bedroom. Leonardo’s name had appeared on the screen for just long enough to send ice through both our veins before the call ended.“Why didn’t you answer it?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew the answer.“Because I’m not ready to deal with the consequences of what I did tonight,” Nikolai replied, setting the phone on his nightstand with deliberate care. “Not yet.”The blood-stained shirt still hung from his hands, a reminder of the violence that had preceded this moment. But as the immediate crisis of Leonardo’s call faded, I found my attention wandering around Nikolai’s bedroom, taking in details I’d never noticed during our previous encounters here.The room was decorated with expensive but understated pieces—a mahogany armoire that probably dated back generations, oil
Adrian’s Pov“What did you do to him?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. “What did you do to Leonardo?”Nikolai’s jaw tightened, and I could see him weighing his options.“It doesn’t matter,” he said finally, moving toward the bathroom. “What matters is that he understands now that there are consequences for targeting my family.”“It matters to me.” I followed him, unwilling to let him retreat behind his usual walls of calculated distance. “Nikolai, this isn’t just about your family anymore. Leonardo is my father, whether I want to claim him or not. If something happened to him…”“Then maybe you should have thought about that before you chose sides.” His voice was cold.But I wasn’t backing down. Not this time. I caught his arm as he reached for the bathroom door, forcing him to turn and face me.“I chose you,” I said, my voice carrying all the frustration and fear and love that had been building inside me for weeks. “I chose us. But that doesn’t mean I want you throwing yoursel
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