LOGIN“Axel, please... stop for a moment. My stomach hurts.”“Ahh... Axel, seriously, I’m cramping. Not so hard.”Julian sat frozen in his chair, the echoes of Adeline’s voice from the night before haunting his mind. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but one of the maids had mentioned that Adeline had rushed to the police station because Axel was in trouble.When they finally returned, Julian had intended to check on his brother. Instead, he had been met with sounds from behind the bedroom door that he never wanted to hear.Adeline and Axel were intimate. A heated, private night—something Julian never imagined Adeline doing with any man other than himself.So, she’s that serious about him... but why does it burn like this? Julian mused. I was the one who ended it. I convinced myself Raya was better—a respectable woman, no scandals, pleasant. But Adeline...He fell silent. He couldn't decipher what made Adeline feel so much more visceral than Raya, despite Raya’s laundry list of virtues. Was it
The next morning.Axel’s eyes drifted open to the sound of running water in the bathroom. His senses were still hazy, clouded by a lingering dull ache in his temples. Moments later, a woman emerged, clad in nothing but a white towel.Adeline’s skin was still damp, glistening under the morning light as she walked toward the wardrobe, drying her hair with a smaller cloth. As Axel watched from the bed, he noticed her wince, a small whimper escaping her lips as she moved to get dressed.The fog in Axel’s mind began to clear, replaced by a jolting realization. Last night... he remembered shadows of a heated encounter, one fueled by his own desperate force. Through the blur of his memory, he saw Adeline’s face—pleading, half-sobbing beneath the weight of his grief-driven passion."Oh! Goodness... you scared me." Adeline gasped as Axel suddenly closed the distance, his hand gripping her arm. The movement caused her towel to slip.Axel stood frozen for a beat, his gaze sweeping over her bare
Tonight, Axel stopped his car on the shoulder of the highway. It wasn't a random choice; this was the exact stretch of asphalt where his wife had been involved in a fatal crash and died on impact.There was nothing to see here but a haunting memory. Two years ago, he had screamed and wailed like a madman in this very spot. He remembered the mangled wreckage, the pooling blood, and the broken body of a woman so destroyed she was almost unrecognizable.Her face had been masked in crimson. Axel had wiped it away repeatedly, desperate to deny the truth, but fate had snatched half his soul without mercy. He had wept uncontrollably that night—the first and last time. Since then, he had forgotten how to smile."It’s been two years, Rihanna. Are you alright now? You don't have to feel the pain from Mother’s schemes anymore, or hide your sorrow behind my back. The world was too cruel for you, wasn't it? That’s why you chose to leave first."Axel leaned against the guardrail, staring blankly at
Crash!Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source.In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards."You know a year of your salary couldn't replace this dress! How do you intend to pay for this, hah?!" Eleanor’s voice was a whip, lashing out as she hurled the branded fabric into the maid's face. The woman, Cloe, could only sob in response. "Stop crying! Did you think of your responsibilities when you were being this reckless?""I—I’m sorry, Ma'am. It was an accident," Cloe stammered through her tears."Sorry? You—""Mother, that’s enough. Why are you attacking her like this?" Adeline stepped into the fray, her voice
"Are you sure about this? Your mother will be furious..." Adeline shook her head as Axel motioned for her to get out of the car. They had arrived at Eleanor’s estate—the place where the air always felt heavy with judgment."Weren't you ready for the consequences from the start? Giving up already?"Adeline bit her lower lip. She wasn't worried about herself; she was worried for Axel. Being with her would only sharpen the friction between him and his mother."My house is being renovated. It won't be ready until next month. We stay here until the work is finished.""I see." Adeline fell silent for a moment, studying Axel’s profile before stepping out. "Once I walk through those doors, I might start using you more often. You know I have a bit of a wild side. Are you sure you won't regret this?"Axel didn't answer immediately. The wedding gifts had already been moved into the house, and they were arriving only after the reception had fully concluded. Every bone in her body ached with exhau
Realizing she was now eating for two, Adeline began to discard her form-fitting clothes. Tight jeans were replaced with wide, flowing skirts paired with oversized knit sweaters. She made sure that no one would be able to tell she was pregnant by the time the wedding arrived.Adeline even chose a wedding gown designed specifically to conceal her midsection. Axel didn't protest much, but she knew the extent of his sacrifice. To repay his kindness, Adeline promised herself she would not burden him further, even after they were officially husband and wife.“Adeline, open the door!”Suddenly, a voice thundered from outside. Adeline hurried toward the front door only to find Julian standing there, his face etched with irritation. He glared at her with a stern, demanding gaze.“What brings you here? Do we still have business together?” Adeline asked. Her hands instinctively tugged at the edges of her sweater, hugging her stomach so Julian wouldn't notice any changes.“Are you really going th







