The morning sun reflected off the waves as Emily and Adrian stepped off the yacht.
They had spent the night onboard, the evening stretching into laughter, quiet conversations, and a rare sense of ease. But now, reality was waiting for them onshore. As Emily followed Adrian toward the waiting cars, she noticed that instead of heading for the same one, Adrian walked toward another. She frowned slightly.“You’re not coming with me?” Adrian adjusted his cufflinks, his usual composed expression in place.“I have a confidential meeting to attend.” Emily blinked.“Oh. Okay.” Adrian gestured to one of his drivers.“Take her home.” Emily nodded, sliding into the car. As the vehicle pulled away, she leaned against the window, watching Adrian’s car disappear into the city traffic. Emily hadn’t even reached home when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. A familiar number.Emily winced.“Let go.” Mike’s grip tightened. His voice was low, biting.“In your eyes, a random employee matters more than me?” His fingers dug in, his grip unrelenting.“Maybe I should give you a goddamn humanitarian award, Emily. Since you love playing the righteous one so much. Do you even understand loyalty? Or do you just love taking the side of complete nobodies?” Emily shoved him off, stepping back without hesitation. Her pulse wasn’t racing from fear. It was disgust. For the first time, she looked at Mike and felt nothing but cold, detached unfamiliarity. She had thought she knew him. They had grown up together. For years, she believed she understood him better than anyone else. But standing here, staring at him now, she realized— She didn’t know him at all. Her voice was sharp, cutting.“You think this kind of power play makes you superior? That crushing people beneath your feet makes you untouchable?” Mike scoffed. Emily’s eyes burned with quiet fur
Emily sat curled on the edge of the bed,the soft sheets untouched behind her. The room was dim,curtains half drawn,letting in a weak,golden glow from the setting sun.But she hadn’t moved in hours. The silence in the room was absolute. But her mind wasn’t. It was loud.Loud with the sound of Mike’s voice echoing— “You’re not even their real daughter.” At first,she didn’t believe it.She couldn’t. But the memories…they came back too fast. The way her parents had always been distant. The way they never really celebrated her milestones. How they didn’t react when she got accepted to the top design program. Not even a proud smile.Not even a simple“congratulations.” Her mind kept circling back—again and again—to the quiet way her parents had always treated her. Not cruel. But n
Adrian pushed open the bedroom door. The air inside was still,heavy with silence and the faint scent of something medicinal. His gaze landed on the bed immediately. Emily was curled up on her side,blankets tangled around her limbs.Her cheeks were streaked with dried tears,and her skin looked flushed—too flushed. He was at her side in an instant. “Emily…”he murmured,brushing his hand across her forehead.It was burning hot. He turned,pulling his phone from his pocket.“Get a thermometer and fever meds,”he instructed his assistant.“Now.” Minutes later,the assistant returned with everything,handing it over without a word. “Thanks.Leave us,”Adrian said quietly. Alone,Adrian gently coaxed the thermometer between her lips.Her skin was damp with sweat,her breathing uneven. 100.9°F. Not dangerously high,but enough to worry him. He opened the medicine packet,then carefully helped her sit up.Her eyes fluttered open,hazy and unfocused. “You’re back,”she whispered,her vo
He lingered there,his lips brushing over the delicate swell with a reverence that stole her breath. Then—his tongue traced a lazy circle around her,coaxing a soft,broken sound from her lips. A whisper of his name escaped her as he continued,each movement tender,deliberate,drawing a response from her she couldn’t control. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths,the room thick with heat and quiet tension. Her breathing was soft and uneven, the air between them warm and still. The room had gone quiet, wrapped in the hush that always seemed to follow something unspoken. Adrian moved slowly, like he was still waiting to be sure this was real. His lips brushed along her collarbone, then lower, tracing the line down the center of her chest. Each kiss was gentle, unhurried—like he wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere, just taking his time, being careful with her. Emily’s breath grew shallow,her chest rising and falling beneath him.Her hand found his shoulder,fingers tightening sl
Her fingers clung to the sheets,her eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped her lips,unbidden. It was as if her entire body had been lit from within,the warmth building and building until it crested—breaking over her like a tide she couldn’t stop,even if she tried. And she didn’t want to. The world blurred around her,sound fading,thought fading—everything reduced to the electric rush between heartbeats and breath. She barely registered the shift in his body until she felt it—his presence,closer now,heavier,his breathing rough against her skin.There was something unmistakably tense in his stillness,as if he were waiting,holding himself back with every ounce of control he had. Her eyes fluttered open,hazy and full of something she didn’t quite have a name for. Adrian’s gaze met hers—intense,searching. And without a word,he leaned in,brushing a kiss to her temple.His voice was barely audible,rough and strained. “Tell me to stop.” But she didn’t. She couldn’t.
With a quiet breath,Adrian shifted—his hands gliding down to the curve of her waist,then lower,lifting her gently but firmly into a new angle that made the world tilt with it. Emily gasped,her breath hitching as the sensation changed,intensified. Her hands clutched at the sheets,knuckles white with the effort to stay grounded,even as her body responded with a helpless urgency she couldn't contain. Each motion sent a ripple through her—low and aching,centered deep in her core,radiating outward like heat curling through her spine.Her lower belly tightened instinctively,muscles fluttering under the rhythm he set,as though every part of her was tuned only to him. She felt her lower abdomen pumping rhythmically. She could barely think.Could barely breathe. It wasn’t just the way he moved—it was the way he held her,the way he breathed her in,as if she were something he had longed for in silence and now finally held in both hands. Her name left his lips like a prayer—raw and
The room was dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of Emily’s breathing. She had drifted into sleep, her body curled gently against Adrian, her cheek resting on his arm. He watched her for a long moment, her features softened by exhaustion and the glow of the moonlight.Carefully, he slid out from under her without waking her.He pulled the covers over her exposed shoulders, tucking them in with a tenderness that came from somewhere deep inside.Then he stepped out of the room, walking silently down the hall to his study. The city lights spilled in through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the sleek furniture.Adrian picked up his phone and dialed a number.The line clicked.“Mr. Blackwood,” came the voice on the other end. “Any further action on the A Design security breach?”Adrian’s voice was low, clipped. “Continue the investigation. I want a full report on every vulnerability. Especially the ones Mike tried to cover up.”There was a pause, then: “Understood. Should
Emily returned from the bathroom with her damp hair tucked behind her ears, a towel draped loosely around her neck. When she stepped into the bedroom, she paused. The small breakfast table near the window had already been set. A silver tray held a bowl of warm congee, a few side dishes, and a cup of ginger tea, still steaming. Adrian was seated nearby, scrolling through his tablet with casual ease. She blinked, surprised.“You…set this up?” He looked up, his expression calm.“I asked the kitchen to bring it up.” Emily hesitated, then smiled faintly.“Thank you.” Adrian nodded. Then, as if remembering something, he added,“By the way, your phone rang while you were gone. I answered—it was someone named Claire? She said she’s from your design team.” Emily froze for a half-second, then relaxed and picked up her spoon.“Oh, Claire. She’s nice. Did she say anything?” Adrian leaned back slightly, watching her reaction—maybe expecting more. But when she stayed composed, he onl
The next morning,sunlight spilled softly across the edge of the bed,catching on the pale gold curtains. Emily blinked awake,still wrapped in the warmth of Adrian’s arms. For a long moment,she didn’t move—just listened to the slow,steady rhythm of his breathing behind her,the quiet peace that followed everything they’d left on that stage. Then her phone buzzed. She reached for it sleepily,squinting at the screen. And froze. Notifications were flooding in—social media mentions,article headlines,blog posts,tags,messages,comment threads that seemed to scroll endlessly. The brand’s official account was trending. Her name was trending. Even#MobiusBride was trending. She stared at it,eyes wide,then turned to look back at Adrian,who had stirred awake,watching her with half-lidded eyes. "Did you…pay for all this promotion?"she asked,still dazed,the phone now resting against his bare chest. Adrian lifted an eyebrow,amused. "As a financial investor,the first thing I a
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