MasukElena's POV Sunday mornings always had a way of feeling softer than the rest of the week, like the whole city had agreed to slow down for a few hours and pretend it wasn’t always racing toward something. I had been in that half-lazy, half-bored mood since I woke up, the kind that made coffee taste better and thoughts drift longer than they should. I had curled up on the sofa in a loose lounge set, one leg tucked under me, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling through nothing in particular while the sunlight poured through the windows and warmed the room in patches. I had briefly considered calling Lila and dragging her out somewhere for brunch or a walk, maybe even some random shopping trip just to kill time, but Lila was buried in work and had already sent me three different apologetic messages before nine in the morning. I had replied with a dramatic speech about betrayal, busyness, and the collapse of society, then gone right back to scrolling through my phone
Elena's pov A few days had passed since the wedding disaster, but the memory of it still sat somewhere heavy in my chest, refusing to leave completely. I had gone back to my routine, back to my work, back to pretending I was not thinking about the fact that Alex had embarrassed himself so publicly and that Adrian had stood beside me through all of it like it was the most natural thing in the world. That part bothered me more than I wanted to admit.Adrian had not done anything dramatic after that. No outrageous declarations. No pushing me into conversations I was not ready for. No possessive speeches meant to corner me into feeling something before I was ready. Instead, he had started doing something far more dangerous.He had become quiet.Not distant. Just steady.And somehow that was worse, because I had expected him to either disappear for a while or come at me with all the stubborn intensity he usually carried like a second skin. But he did neither. He simply kept showing up
Alex's POVMan, what the fuck just happened? My brain's still reeling from that absolute shitshow of a wedding my wedding, supposed to be the perfect day, turned into a public execution. One minute I'm shaking hands, grinning like an idiot while guests toast my future, and the next? Boom my fiancée's legs up around some random asshole on the big screen for everyone to see. Live. Raw. Her moans blasting louder than the jazz band. I can still hear them echoing in my head, that sick twist in my gut when I realized it wasn't a prank, wasn't a hack gone wrong it was real, and it was mine to deal with. How does a day start with rose petals and champagne and end with me calling off the whole thing in front of God and half the Hamptons? I stood there frozen at first, watching her nails dig into that guy's back, thinking this can't be happening, not to me, not today. But it did. And now? I'm just... numb. Driving aimlessly through the lot, tux still choking me, trying to piece together how
Elena's POV I squinted at first, figuring maybe it was a glitchy highlight reel or some pre-recorded toast gone wrong, but no it's crystal clear footage from the makeup room, live and unfiltered. The bride's got her legs wrapped tight around some sweaty random dude, going at it like the wedding vows were just elevator music in the background. Her moans are booming through the speakers now, nails raking down his back, full-on explicit sex unfolding for all three hundred guests to gawk at, no cuts, no mercy. Holy shit, my jaw legit drops open I can't even process it fast enough. No one knew a thing not me, not Adrian, nobody in this fancy-ass crowd had a clue this was coming. Alex turns to stone right there, his face draining every drop of color until he's ghost-white, eyes locked on the screen like it's personally stabbing him. The bride's family looks like they're about to puke their caviar right back up, hands over mouths, while his side starts boiling over with this pure, unfi
Elena's POVA few days later, I stood in front of my full-length mirror, fingers smoothing the sleek emerald gown over my hips, watching how the fabric hugged my curves just right, making me feel powerful, untouchable. I'd moved on from Alex honest to God, I had. Dated Adrian, let him drown out every last echo of my ex with those endless, intense nights where he'd whisper promises against my skin until I forgot my own damn name. But that betrayal? The way he'd cheated me without blinking? It lingered like a bruise that never quite healed. Deep down, under all the "I'm over it" bullshit I fed myself, I wanted him to taste it too the sharp sting of watching someone you once had slip through your fingers forever. And my stupid heart? It still carved Adrian's presence like a junkie needing a fix, aching for him to be close even when my head screamed to keep him at arm's length. He was telling the truth this time, I knew it somewhere in my bones. Probably always had been. But why make
"Miss me today?" His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes held that possessive heat. She didn't look up, her pencil flying across the paper in sharp, decisive strokes. "Like a hole in the head, ." Adrian chuckled, low and warm, the sound rumbling through his chest as he picked up one of her fabric swatches a heavy wool blend and rubbed it thoughtfully between his fingers. "This one's too stiff for the cocktail dress you're sketching. It'll hang wrong on the curves. Try the silk-cashmere from the back rack instead; it'll drape like liquid." There was a playful glint in his eye, like he was sharing an inside secret, fully at ease in her world. Elena's brush paused mid-stroke, and she finally looked up, her cheeks flushing not with flattery but with rising anger. "And what exactly makes you think you know my designs better than I do?" "Two years watching every move," he replied smoothly, voice dropping to that husky timbre that always sent a shiver down spines. "I know
Adrian's POV When the doctor finally pieced together what those bastards had done—pumping Elena full of a nasty sedative laced with that slow-burning corrosive toxin that was already chewing through her liver enzymes and sparking weird blips on her neural scans—I felt this cold vise clamp around m
Adrian's POVMarco's words slammed into me like a freight train. "We found her." My blood ignited into pure fire. I jammed the knife deeper into Alex's throat, slicing just enough to make a thin trickle of blood run down his neck. "This conversation isn't over, you lying piece of shit," I sna
Elena's POV Gunshots still rang in my ears as I scrambled to my feet, heart slamming wild against my ribs. The door was locked—no, no, no—but I pounded on it frantically, screaming, "Mom? Dad? What's happening?" Chaos thundered below: crashes, shouts, Mom's piercing cries cutting through the flo
Adrian's POV Ever since that wild night when Elena finally gave herself to me, she was etched into every corner of my mind. My girl, whispering my name in those soft, breathless moans, her body molding perfectly against mine like we were carved for each other. I couldn't shake it—no matter how har







