ログインThis story is a dark romance set in a strict religious environment. It focuses on forbidden attraction, emotional struggle, and how two very different people slowly lose control over their feelings. The story follows Elara, a girl who has always pretended to be a devoted nun who has always lived a quiet and disciplined life trying to stay hidden from her father's killer. She grew up believing strongly in her faith and has never allowed herself to cross any boundaries. Everything starts to change when Adrian enters her life. He is known to be gay, and Elara is given the responsibility to guide him and help him change through Christian teachings. But Adrian is not what she expected. He is bold, confident, and doesn’t care about the rules she lives by. Instead of listening to her, he challenges her. He pushes her in ways she has never experienced before. As they spend more time together, hidden in secret behind closed doors, the tension between them begins to grow. What was supposed to be as a guidance counselor, slowly turns into something more complicated. Elara begins to feel things she has never allowed herself to feel. Now she is stuck between her faith and her emotions. Between who she has always pretended to being… and who she is slowly becoming. And Adrian is ready to fight whoever tries to hurt her. This story explores love, temptation, and the struggle between doing what is right and giving in to what the heart desires.
もっと見るElara's POVI had never imagined that a person could hear so many terrible things about her own life and still remain conscious. At some point, I stopped trying to understand which part hurt more. Was it the fact that Helen was my sister? Was it the fact that the man sitting in front of me had been wearing Marcus's face? Or was it the fact that Adrian's entire life had been built around a lie so carefully constructed that even the people closest to him had forgotten what the truth looked like?I sat there with my wrists still bound, staring at the man across from me. His face no longer wore the mask. There was no Marcus. No familiar expression. No gentle smile that had once made me believe I was speaking to someone I could trust. There was only him. The man everyone had believed was Adrian's father. And somehow, the more I looked at him, the more I realized that I had never actually known the man behind the face.He leaned back in his chair, watching me. "You've finally understood."M
Adrian’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stepped into the coffee shop was the silence. Not the peaceful kind. It was the kind of silence that came after something had already been destroyed, but nobody had gathered enough courage to look at the damage.Helen was sitting across from the man who had just revealed himself as Baron. Elara’s father. The same man everyone believed had died years ago. The same man whose existence had been hidden behind years of secrets, lies, and unanswered questions. And the same man who looked at me with the exact same shock I felt when our eyes met.For a moment, neither of us moved. I had spent my entire life believing that the past was something buried. Something finished, something that couldn't reach me anymore. But standing there, looking at Baron, I realized I had been wrong. The past wasn't buried. It had been waiting. Waiting for the right moment to destroy everything I thought I knew.Helen slowly turned towards me. Her eyes widened. "Adrian
Helen’s POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elara kneeling on the filthy floor of that underground tunnel, tears running down her face while she begged me not to release the video. I had wanted to hurt her.I had wanted to watch her lose everything.For months, I had convinced myself that she had stolen something that belonged to me. Adrian's attention. His affection, his trust. Even his anger seemed different whenever it was directed at her. But last night had been different.When I watched Adrian pull her away from the ground and hold her against him, something inside me had cracked. Not because I suddenly stopped hating her. I still didn't understand her. I didn't understand how someone could stand in the middle of such a mess and still make Adrian look at her as though she was the only person left in the world. And then she had kissed him. Right in front of me, she had kissed him knowing that I could destroy them both. Yet Adrian had kissed her back.I remembere
Elara’s POVI didn't look back. Not even once. My feet carried me through the narrow passage of the underground tunnel, slipping over the damp ground as I tried to put as much distance as possible between myself and the voices behind me. I could still hear them. Helen's voice, Adrian's, Reverend Donald's, the chairman's and the words that had been thrown at me like stones.'You should stop pretending.' 'I know you are awake.' 'Marcus.' 'He killed Selena.' 'Your father is alive.' 'Your mother is alive.'....Every answer I had found seemed to create another question. I was tired. Not physically, something inside me had simply reached its limit.I looked around the dark place. Then climbed towards the opening of the tunnel, pushing the heavy metal cover aside with both hands. Fresh air struck my face. I dragged myself out and sat on the muddy ground for several seconds, breathing heavily.The sky was beginning to brighten. Morning. I almost laughed. The world had the audacity to continue
Elara’s POVI didn’t stop running.Not until the library was far behind me.My breath came out fast and uneven, my chest rising and falling as I pressed my back against the cold wall of the corridor.Everything was quiet.Too quiet.But inside me—Nothing was quiet.It all kept replaying.The way h
Adrian’s POV I didn’t move. Not immediately after she left. The library door had slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing louder than it should have and yet, I could still feel her. Her presence, Her warmth, Her hesitation. A slow breath left my lips as I ran a hand through my hair, my ches
Adrian’s POVThe club was alive.Not just loud—alive.Bass-heavy music pounded through the walls, vibrating through the glass in my hand, through my chest, through my bones. The DJ had just switched tracks—something darker, heavier—“After Dark” pulsed through the speakers, the rhythm thick and into
Elara’s POVThe morning after Sunday’s Mass felt unusually still.As I walked through the church’s compound, my mind drifted back to Mrs Rachel’s words."He will come by noon.Twelve o’clock".I had remembered it.---By noon, I checked my phone.Nothing, no text that her son wasn't coming as usual






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