Adele~ His eyes widened. “T–thirty… billion?” I shrugged lightly, pretending to think it over. “Well, you said temporary loan, right? I’m assuming you need something substantial enough to shake the board’s doubts. Or am I wrong?” He blinked rapidly, like a man trying to decide if he’d just been handed salvation or poison. “N-no, you’re right. That would be more than enough,” he said quickly, his voice trembling with hope and disbelief. “Adele, that would save everything.” “Would it?” I asked softly, still swirling the water in my glass. “Because saving everything and you are two very different things.” His smile faltered a little. “What do you mean?” I met his gaze and smiled slowly, sweetly, dangerously. “You said you wanted to rebuild, right? Then maybe it’s time you rebuilt without breaking anyone else in the process.” He frowned. “I don’t understand.” Of course he didn’t. Ryan was the kind of man who only ever understood when the blade was already halfway through. “Tell m
Ryan's jaw tightened. “He never forgave me for having an affair with Julia. He was only waiting for the right time to strike.” That's what you get for sleeping with your friend's wife. I mused. Anyway, I'd set the fire that consumed their friendship. How giddy! But the bastard forgot to add that Roman wasn't Sophia's father. But why would he, when he probably didn't realize that just like me, Roman found out too. Still, I tilted my head with soft sympathy, even lowered my lashes a little. “Oh, Ryan… that must’ve been devastating.” He sighed heavily, rubbing his temple. “You have no idea. It’s been hell. I’ve lost investors, credibility, everything. The board’s on my neck. I’m drowning, Adele. I thought—” He paused, his gaze lifting to me with that familiar mix of arrogance and helplessness. “I thought maybe you could help me. You’ve always believed in me.” Hmmm… I thought I'd die and be buried before we finally reach here. I smiled faintly, leaning back. “Help you?” He nod
Adele ~ “Ho,” I chuckled, hiding my face behind my palms because I was dying of second-hand embarrassment. “Ryan, please...” But he probably thought I was shy or something because he laughed, really laughed, and grew bolder. “You still find me attractive, don’t you?” he said, leaning forward, voice dropping an octave that probably used to make my heart skip. Now it just made my spine itch. I peeked at him between my fingers, trying to smother the hysterical laughter bubbling up. “Attractive?” I echoed weakly. No, Ryan, the only thing attractive right now is your confidence. It’s adorable how it survived the fall of your reputation. That was what I wanted to say, but remember, we’re after his company. I couldn’t risk letting my mask slip. I let my hands drop and cleared my throat, even grabbed my glass and sipped my water, avoiding his eyes. All I was missing was a blush. But unfortunately, Ryan’s delusion had bored my cheeks to death. Even so, my actions of avoiding his quest
Adele My eyes flicked to him briefly, then back to the untouched water. “Are you?” His throat bobbed. “Yes. Everything that happened... It was Julia. She—” I raised a hand, my expression unchanging. “Don’t. Don’t you dare insult my intelligence like that.” He froze. “I’ve heard that story before,” I continued quietly. “The scheming mistress, the manipulative temptress, the man who was just confused. It’s funny, isn’t it? How every coward finds the same script when the lights turn off.” He winced, lowering his head. The candlelight caught the sharp lines of his jaw, now shadowed and tense. “You’re right,” he said after a pause. “It wasn’t her. It was me.” “Good.” I leaned back slightly. “At least that’s one honest thing I’ve heard from you in years.” The words came out smooth, almost gentle, but I saw the hit land. His shoulders twitched, and for a second, I thought he might break. But no. Ryan had always been good at rebuilding himself mid-collapse. “I was stupid,” he admitte
Adele~“Adele,” he rasped, clutching his ribs as he tried to stand. “It’s me. Please.”The guards tensed, ready to strike again, but I raised my hand. “It’s okay,” I said quietly, like a magnanimous empress.However, inside, I was giggling. He was here. Finally, we met. This was going to be fun. Hehe.Sarah, of course, nearly combusted. “It’s not okay!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the quiet street. “How dare he startle you like that? Beat him up! Stamp him! Throw him into the ocean! In fact, drown him halfway and let him crawl out by himself!”Her wild gestures had Emily doubling over. “This girl is insane,” she choked out between laughter.“Sarah,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. “He’s not worth the effort of an ocean burial.” I sighed dramatically, resting a hand on her shoulder. “After all, he’s still the father of my child. He’s here for me.”She gasped like I had just confessed to a crime. “You’re seeing him? After what he did? No, Adele, no! We are not doing
Adele~Arriving at Sapphire Bistro, the first thing I was given wasn't the hug I expected, but a free trip to Trendle. Reading the brutal comments, I didn't know whether to join in the laughter or cry.It was common knowledge that Trendle had the most destructive, savage, unforgiving humor online. If you trended there, it was either because you’d done something extraordinary or embarrassingly tragic. Unfortunately for Ryan, it was both.I scrolled, blinking back a mix of disbelief and amusement as meme after meme filled my screen. One had Ryan’s face edited onto a mop with the caption: “When your ex sweeps the industry while you sweep floors.” Another read, “Luxehaven: Where stars go to die.”I swear, I tried to hold back. I tried to be a decent person who had a tiny bit of pity for another human’s downfall, but no, apparently, I'd become soulless. Those on other tables halted their conversations, turning towards us, but I waved at them. “Carry on, don't mind us.” They smiled and