Emily glanced at the clock above the bar as she stepped toward the door. The sky outside had turned pitch black, and the rain was still pouring heavily. It was only then she realized how long she had been sitting there, lost in her thoughts.
Adrian stood next to her, holding an umbrella he had just opened. His movements were calm and deliberate, as always. “You parked your car at your apartment?” he asked, his deep voice cutting through the soft background hum of the bar.
Emily nodded. “Yes.”
“Then let’s walk back,” he said simply. “I’ll go with you.”
She hesitated for a moment, but the thought of walking alone in the rain made her nod. “Okay.”
The two stepped out into the downpour, the umbrella shielding them from the worst of it. The streets glistened under the soft glow of the streetlights, and Emily felt the coolness of the night air against her skin. Adrian walked close beside her, their shoulders nearly touching beneath the umbrella.
She noticed how much of the umbrella’s coverage Adrian had given her. His broad shoulders were partially exposed, drops of rain darkening the fabric of his shirt. Her lips parted to say something, to tell him he didn’t need to do that, but just as the thought formed, she realized they were almost at her building. She decided to stay quiet.
When they reached her apartment, the lobby was dim, and Emily immediately noticed something was off. The space was crowded with people, murmurs filling the air. A security guard approached her and said apologetically, “Ma’am, we’re experiencing an emergency power outage. Our backup generator also seems to have failed. We’re working to resolve the issue, but it may not be fixed tonight.”
Emily stared at him, stunned. She had been looking forward to getting home and sinking into bed after such a draining day. Now, even that seemed impossible. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she wondered what to do.
Adrian’s calm voice broke through her thoughts. “You can stay at Lila’s. She’ll be happy to have you over.”
She blinked, looking up at him in surprise. “Lila?”
“Yes,” he said, his tone steady. “You should call her. She’ll want you there.”
Emily hesitated before pulling out her phone and calling Lila. As soon as she explained the situation, Lila’s cheerful voice came through. “Emily! Of course, come over. This is perfect. We can have a proper catch-up! Stay as long as you want.”
After hanging up, Emily sighed softly. “Alright,” she said, glancing at Adrian. “I’ll come.”
Adrian nodded and gestured back toward the street. “I’ll drive.”
The two of them walked back to the bar, where Adrian’s car was parked. When she slid into the passenger seat, Emily was struck by how spotless it was. The car had a faint, clean scent—refreshing and subtle. She adjusted her position slightly, reaching for the seat controls, but paused when she realized the seat was already perfectly adjusted to her frame. It was as if it had been made for her.
The thought startled her. Does Adrian often have someone sitting here? she wondered, though she quickly brushed it off. It wasn’t her place to care.
But before she could let the thought fade entirely, Adrian spoke, his voice breaking the silence. “This is the first time I’ve driven someone myself.”
She turned to him, startled. “What?”
Adrian’s gaze remained on the road as he continued, his tone casual yet precise. “I usually rely on a driver. But tonight, I thought I’d drive.”
Emily felt her cheeks warm, embarrassed by her earlier assumptions. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
“There’s no need to thank me,” Adrian replied, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t be so formal. We’ve known each other for a long time, haven’t we?”
His words made her glance at him briefly, and for a moment, she caught his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard. His sharp jawline and focused expression were undeniably handsome, and the realization made her quickly look away.
When they arrived at Lila’s house, Emily was once again reminded of just how grand it was. The mansion was a sprawling estate, elegant and pristine. Lila’s parents had lived there with Adrian for years, but after they moved abroad and Adrian left to pursue his own ventures, Lila had been living there alone.
Lila opened the door with her usual bright smile. “Emily! Finally! You should stay for a while, and we can properly catch up. It’s been forever.”
Emily smiled faintly, grateful for Lila’s warmth, but before she could respond, Lila turned to Adrian. “What about you, Adrian? Are you staying here tonight too?”
Emily glanced at him, expecting a refusal. Adrian had always struck her as someone who preferred his solitude, someone who wouldn’t linger unless he had to. But to her surprise, Adrian nodded.
“I just got back to the country,” he said calmly. “I haven’t arranged a place to stay yet. I’ll stay here for now.”
Emily’s surprise must have shown on her face because Adrian’s gaze briefly flicked to her, a glimmer of something unreadable in his expression. And for the second time that night, she found herself unsettled by his presence in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
Emily and Lila chatted in the cozy living room for hours, catching up on everything they had missed over the past few months. Lila’s laughter filled the space, her light-hearted comments helping Emily momentarily forget the weight in her chest. Eventually, Lila yawned and excused herself to bed, leaving Emily alone in the quiet of the grand house.After a long day, Emily decided to take a shower, hoping it would help her relax. The warm water cascading over her skin was soothing, but it did little to ease the storm in her mind. As she stepped out and reached for her phone, a message from Mike lit up her screen.“You came to the office? Why didn’t you come in? Are you mad again? Stop being so childish, okay?”Emily stared at the text, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. But she didn’t reply. She locked the screen and set the phone down, leaning back against the cool wall. Her thoughts drifted back to the past two years with Mike. His family had always treated her well, welcoming he
Adrian excused himself and went upstairs to change. Emily sat in the dimly lit kitchen, swirling her tea absently as her thoughts raced. She could still feel the weight of their earlier conversation, the way Adrian’s calm, steady gaze seemed to quietly unravel all the worries she hadn’t even voiced aloud.When he returned, Adrian had changed into casual loungewear—a fitted black shirt and dark sweatpants that looked effortlessly elegant. His damp golden hair had been lightly tousled, and his steady presence filled the room once again as he walked over to the counter to pick up his tea.He noticed her shift her fingers slightly on the cup, as if the heat was bothering her. Without a word, he reached into a nearby drawer, pulled out a cup sleeve, and gently slid it over her mug. "Here," he said in his deep, measured voice. "Don’t burn yourself."Emily looked up at him, startled by the gesture. Under the dim kitchen light, with his relaxed posture and calm demeanor, he looked impossibly
Emily’s breath hitched, and her fingers tightened around the now-empty cup in her hands. Her eyes widened as she stared at Adrian, whose face remained composed and serious, the weight of his words still hanging in the air.Her thoughts raced wildly. This was her first time being proposed to, and it wasn’t in some romantic, expected setting—it was here, in a dimly lit kitchen, under circumstances she couldn’t have imagined. And the reason? To escape her entanglement with Mike.“Why?” she finally blurted out, her voice trembling. “No, Adrian, I know you want to help me, but you don’t need to go this far. Getting married like this—it’s too... casual.”Adrian tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction. Then, to her surprise, his lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile. “You’re right,” he said, his deep voice carrying a note of dry amusement. “Proposing to you in a kitchen with tea wasn’t exactly my finest moment. Next time, I’ll prepare a proper setting.”Emily blinked, fluster
Every time she closed her eyes,Adrian’s voice echoed in her mind. "Marry me,Emily." It wasn’t just the proposal that unsettled her—it was the quiet certainty in his tone,like he had already decided this was inevitable.And what was worse…a small,reckless part of her wasn’t entirely against the idea. She groaned and buried her face in the pillow.This is insane. Emily tossed and turned,but sleep refused to come.The weight of the day pressed heavily on her chest—the whispers outside Mike’s office,the way he looked at that woman,the sound of his colleagues laughing as they speculated about her. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She knew who it was before she even looked. Mike. For a moment,she debated ignoring it,but curiosity—or maybe old habits—got the best of her.She unlocked her phone and read his message. Mike:How long are you planning to sulk?You’ve been acting ridiculous all day.If you keep up this childish tantrum,maybe we should just end this. Emily stared at the
She grabbed her coffee and took a quick sip to cover her reaction.But it was too late—her entire face felt like it was on fire. "When we what?"she managed to say. Adrian remained perfectly calm,as if he hadn’t just casually mentioned marriage over breakfast. "When we get married,"he repeated,setting down his coffee cup with ease."I assume you’ll want to keep eating food like this." Emily stared at him,utterly thrown. He had said it so naturally,so certainly,as if their marriage was already a settled matter. "Adrian…"She swallowed,suddenly feeling restless."You can’t just—say things like that so casually." His gaze softened ever so slightly."You don’t have to be nervous,"he said smoothly."I’m not forcing you to decide anything right now." Emily opened her mouth,then closed it,unsure how to respond. He was so calm about it.So assured. As if he knew she would say yes eventually. She set
The distraction worked. Lila blinked,then let out an excited shriek. “Finally!” Emily flinched as Lila all but launched herself across the couch,grabbing Emily’s hands and shaking them with unfiltered glee.“Oh my God,Em,do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Emily chuckled despite herself.“Gee,thanks.Love the support.” Lila waved a dismissive hand.“Oh,please.Mike was the worst.Self-absorbed,arrogant,and honestly?A total red flag parade.” Emily raised an eyebrow.“You didn’t say any of this before.” Lila huffed.“Because you were still with him!But believe me,I’ve been silently praying for this day.”She grinned,wiggling her eyebrows.“So tell me,what was the final straw?Did he finally propose to himself in a mirror?” Emily burst out laughing.“Close enough.” Lila sighed dreamily.“So,he’s officially out of the picture.Which means…”She wiggled her brows again.“You’re single.”
Letting out a slow breath.Then, she grabbed her phone from the table and turned it on for the first time that day.As the screen lit up, a notification from her calendar immediately popped up.Shareholder Meeting – A DesignsThursday | 10:00 AMHer thumb hovered over the notification for a moment before she exhaled and tapped out a message.Emily: I need to take a few days off. I won’t be attending the shareholder meeting.A moment later, a reply came through.Assistant: Understood. Should I reschedule any of your upcoming meetings?Emily hesitated for only a second before responding.Emily: No. Just handle things as needed. I’ll be unreachable for now.She wasn’t going back.Not to the company.Not to Mike.Not to any of it.For the first time in years, she had truly let go.And with that, she powered off her phone and tossed it onto the couch.For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she owed anyone an explanation. Emily spent most of the day in the quiet solitude
Adrian had just finished his meeting when he heard footsteps outside his study.He glanced up as Emily appeared in the doorway.For a moment, neither of them spoke.The setting sun bathed the room in amber light, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors.Then, Emily stepped inside.Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “Emily.”Her hands curled into fists at her sides, as if bracing herself.Then, with quiet determination, she met his gaze and said—"I’ll marry you."Silence.The kind that stretched thick in the air, wrapping around them like an invisible thread.Adrian’s expression didn’t change.Didn’t move.But his fingers—just barely—tightened against the armrest of his chair.Finally, after a long pause, he exhaled.And then, he said the only thing that mattered."Are you sure?"
As the applause faded and the lights dimmed slightly, a soft transition played across the massive LED screen behind Emily. The crowd turned to look— and there it was. A sleek, elegant Möbius strip, rendered in brushed platinum and rose gold, slowly rotated on the screen. It was the official brand symbol of her new line. The host, standing beside the podium, turned toward her with a smile. “Ms. Hart, could you tell us a bit about the meaning behind this design?” Emily smiled, steady and poised, her voice carrying gently through the mic. “The Möbius strip has a fascinating history,” she began. “It’s a one-sided surface—continuous, infinite. No beginning, no end. It symbolizes unity, eternity, and the beautifully complex nature of connection.” She paused, then added, her eyes softening slightly. “When I created this brand, a part of its philosophy was inspired by my husband. This symbol you see here is also the foundation of our wedding ring design. Because I believe every s
The space between them stretched thin, charged and brittle. People around them were starting to notice, glancing over with curious eyes. The gift box remained suspended awkwardly between them, Mike’s hand still waiting, expectant. Emily’s fingers curled into her side, rigid with the effort not to move, not to take it. A heartbeat later, a warm hand closed over the box. Another arm slid around her waist in a firm, unmistakable claim. Emily exhaled in a rush as Adrian pulled her gently against him, his presence a wall between her and everything else. He turned to Mike with a polished smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Mike,”Adrian said smoothly, his voice calm and cutting all at once. “Good to see you. Please, enjoy the evening. Have a seat.” Without waiting for a response, Adrian laced his fingers through Emily’s and steered her away with effortless possession. Emily followed, her heart hammering, the heat of his hand grounding her as they moved through the crow
Adrian smiled against her hair, then shifted to the side, pulling the covers up over both of them. He gathered her into his arms, tucking her securely against him, her head nestled under his chin, his hand stroking soothing circles along her spine. Emily let out a tiny sigh, the last of her tension melting away. Wrapped up in his arms, with the steady thud of his heartbeat against her ear and his breath warm in her hair, she finally felt herself drift. Safe. Loved. Home. Adrian kissed the top of her head one last time and whispered, "Sleep, baby. I'm not going anywhere." And with that promise stitched into the night between them, they both surrendered to sleep—together. - The design studio was finally finished— polished marble floors, glass walls that caught the sunlight just right, sleek modern lines that spoke of ambition and elegance. It stood just a few blocks away from E International, nestled in the heart of the city’s thriving downtown core. When E
With a low,ragged growl,he shifted,gripping her hips firmly as he drove into her with a sudden,deeper thrust. Emily gasped sharply,her back bowing off the bed,her nails digging into his skin as he filled her completely,claiming her in a way that left no room for thought. He caught her mouth in a fierce kiss,swallowing every broken sound she made,moving inside her with a raw,aching need that he no longer bothered to hold back. His control—so carefully maintained—was gone now,undone by the way she trembled for him,by the way she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. And he was. He always would be. Their bodies moved together in a wild,desperate rhythm,each thrust sending another tremor through her,each kiss deepening the way they unraveled into each other. In that moment,nothing else existed— just the burn of skin against skin, the frantic beating of two hearts colliding, and the unspoken vows stitched into every breathless touch. Emily’s
He reached the bed and lowered her carefully onto the mattress, his hands lingering a moment longer than necessary, as if reluctant to let her go. Emily looked up at him, her hair fanning out across the pillows, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and soft. Adrian stayed there for a beat, hovering above her, his gaze tracing every inch of her face like he was trying to memorize her all over again. Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed her. Slowly. Deeply. The kind of kiss that didn’t rush, didn’t ask for anything—only gave. His mouth moved against hers with a tenderness that made her heart ache, like he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into that single touch. Adrian shifted, bracing one arm beside her head, the other sliding along her waist with a patience that made her tremble. His fingers brushed the hem of her pajama top, tracing small, reverent circles against her skin, as if asking permission without ever needing to speak. When Emily gasped softly against hi
Emily caught a glimpse of Adrian holding his phone up, filming something. She tilted her head curiously. “What are you doing?” He didn’t look away from the screen as he answered, voice low and steady. “Recording you,”he said.“So next time you’re scared, you can look back and remember this feeling—this moment when you chose courage. Then, little by little, we’ll stack up so many good memories that the fear won’t stand a chance.” Emily blinked, then smiled—a small, genuine smile that reached her eyes. He was right. Facing things, handling them one step at a time, was how real confidence was built. Not overnight. But piece by piece. Her heart felt lighter. When they finally headed back down the winding mountain roads, Emily kept her hands steady on the wheel, a quiet kind of pride blooming in her chest. They decided to stop for lunch on Lexford Boulevard again. Emily pulled into a spot near the restaurant. As she climbed out, a loose piece of gravel shifted under he
The next morning, Emily was about to grab her purse and head out—the interior designer from E International had texted, asking her to come by and check out the preliminary renovation plans for her personal design studio. She picked up her car keys from the counter—but her fingers hesitated. A small tremble ran through them. Just as she was about to tell the driver she might need him to take her instead, the distant growl of an engine caught her ear. Emily turned—and froze. A bright yellow SUV pulled into the driveway. The window rolled down. Adrian. He smiled lazily at her from behind the wheel.“Come see your new ride. Tell me if you like it.” Emily stared for a second, stunned. The SUV was wild and beautiful—bold yellow with clean, muscular lines that somehow managed to look both untamed and sophisticated. Even the rims were touched with a subtle, eye-catching gleam of color. Before she could find words, Adrian cut the engine, got out, and walked over. He pr
Adrian’s expression softened. He reached out, pulled her gently into his arms. She didn’t speak, not right away. Just breathed. Just trembled. He pressed a kiss to her hair. Then, quietly— “Sometimes the body remembers what the mind forgets. Especially when it’s something you weren’t ready to carry.” His thumb brushed along the back of her hand, grounding her. “Sometimes the mind tucks things away until it’s ready,”Adrian said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“Especially when you’re that young. Four years old…most people don’t remember much.” “But something in you held onto it,”he added, his voice quiet but certain.“And whatever it was—whoever they were—you weren’t alone then.” He leaned closer, pressing a steady kiss to her temple. “And you’re not alone now,”he whispered.“Whatever you remember, whenever it comes back—I’ll be here. You don’t have to carry it
Emily blinked, then laughed softly.“I was going to wait until everything was ready to reach out. But yes, I am. And if any of you want in, I’d love to have you.” Word spread like a spark on dry kindling. Members from A group, B group—familiar faces with eager eyes—turned toward her, nodding, asking if it was true. Emily nodded.“It’s not fancy yet. We’re still laying the foundation. But if you’re willing to take a leap with me…” “You don’t even have to ask,”Lily said.“We’re in.” Emily smiled. It didn’t matter what she had left behind anymore. Because what she was building—was hers. - After wrapping things up at A Design, Emily headed out and got into her car. Emily had only been driving for about five minutes when it happened. A screech of tires. The sudden slam of metal against metal. A car veered sharply into hers, clipping the side mirror and jolting her vehicle with a force that sent her heart lurching into her throat. She froze. The world spun for a sec