LOGINAlex'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
Third person pov Adrian's sleek black Bentley glided through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the wipers cutting steady arcs across the windshield like a metronome counting down to an inevitable confrontation. Elena sat rigid in the passenger seat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring out at the blurred neon lights streaking past. The silence between them hung heavy, thicker than the downpour hammering the roof, suffocating every breath. He stole glances at her the sharp, defiant line of her jaw clenched in anger, the way her fingers dug into her own biceps as if she were physically holding herself together to keep from shattering right there. The air smelled of wet leather and tension, and Adrian felt it coiling in his gut like a spring ready to snap.He couldn't stand it any longer. His hands tightened on the leather-wrapped steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. "Elena," he said finally, his voice low and rough, almost lost under the engine's steady hum.
Elena's POV "You don't get to stand there acting like some protector after terrorizing my life," I said, my voice shaking hard now as I stepped back from him, putting distance between us across the sitting room. Anger boiled up fresh and raw, washing over the shock of seeing him here, in this house, behind every single threat that had me looking over my shoulder for weeks. "Ivan's family is destroyed because of you. My studio violated. Police lying for you. This isn't love, Adrian. This is obsession. Sick obsession." Adrian's face tightened just a fraction, but he didn't back off, just stood there watching me with those dark eyes that used to make me feel safe but now only made my skin crawl. "Elena, you think I wanted it this way? Two years watching you build everything without me every dinner, every laugh with Lila, every new client I took it because I had no choice. But I couldn't stay away anymore." "No choice?" I laughed sharp and bitter, shaking my head as I paced to
Elena's POVDad snatched my phone the moment Adrian's name flashed on the screen after that call dropped—his face went dark recognizing it wasn't mine before smashing it hard against the wall pieces flying everywhere while I stood frozen too shocked to move. "You where the HELL have you been all n
Elena ~ The silence after that door crash felt like the world imploded Alex stood frozen in the doorway, eyes bulging with disbelief that twisted instant into white-hot rage, face purpling red as he took in my naked body still draped over Adrian, sweat gleaming on our skin, his hands possessive on
Elena ~ I couldn't resist you any longer, Elena, Adrian said as he picked me up in his arms, holding me so tightly while moving toward the desk, his words still echoing hot in my ears even as his hands slid to the hem of my dress. He settled me on the desk and gave one sharp tug the fabric tore
Adrian~ "This isn't done. You'll both pay." My jaw clenched hard reading Alex's stupid threat over her shoulder, anger burning hot in my chest because that prick thought he could scare us after hurting her first. The headlights in the rearview got brighter closing in fast some idiot tailing us thr







