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“Talking about me, love?” Adrian’s voice rolled smooth and teasing through the hallway as he stepped right up behind me his arm slid protectively around my waist, that simple touch sending warmth rushing down my spine while my heart slammed hard against my ribs, freezing me in place even as everything inside me wanted to bolt. He turned that effortless smile on the group staring at us, eyes locking with mine first before he murmured low, “You’re looking breathtaking tonight, my love.” That word love echoed heavy in the air, punching straight through me my eyes went wide because he’d just called me his love right there in front of everyone, my mind spinning wild wondering how the hell he’d even shown up here, saying things that made my knees weak when I was still trying to piece myself together after Alex. Still half in shock, I tried stepping back for some space to breathe through the chaos exploding in my head, but Adrian just tightened his grip slightly his breath brushed hot against my ear while gasps spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Oh my God, he’s actually her boyfriend?” someone whispered breathless. “He’s insanely handsome,” another added, envy thick in her voice. “Wait is that the mafia guy she mentioned?” Their stares burned into us, but all I could feel was Adrian’s fingers pressing firm against my hip, steadying the storm Alex’s betrayal had left raging inside me for weeks now, making me question everything I’d believed about love and trust. His arm pulled me even closer into his side as that deep voice cut through the stunned silence, smooth as sin. “Adrian Knight,” he said, that sinful smirk curving slow on his lips. “Her boyfriend.” My pulse thundered so loud it drowned everything else Alex’s brother just claimed me publicly as his girlfriend? My thoughts tangled into a complete mess: why was he doing this when part of me screamed this was wrong, dangerous after everything that happened between us that first wild night? But another part the broken pieces still healing from two years of Alex’s lies and neglect clung tight to finally feeling wanted, seen like I mattered more than some secret shame. I forced a small smile toward Lila and the girls, my voice coming out steadier than the shaking in my hands. “Hey girls, enjoy the rest of the party, okay? I just need a minute alone with my boyfriend.” The word felt strange and heavy on my tongue like a lie that somehow fit too perfectly, but it was the only excuse I had to escape their wide-eyed stares. Without waiting for responses, I grabbed Adrian’s hand warm and rough against my palm and pulled him down the corridor away from all the prying eyes, my heels clicking sharp against the marble floor until we slipped into one of the quiet rehearsal rooms where the music from the main hall faded to nothing but a distant hum. The door clicked shut behind us, and I whirled around to finally demand answers, words already tumbling hot through my lips. “What the hell are you doing here calling me love like that in front of—” I didn’t even finish the sentence. Adrian cupped my face with both hands and kissed me sudden, consuming, and so painfully real it stole every thought from my head. The world tilted, memories crashing in uninvited, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. When I finally pulled back, dazed and breathless, his hand stayed firm at my jaw, his thumb dragging slow and deliberate across my bottom lip. “I can’t hold back anymore, Elena,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I need you. That first kiss I can’t forget it.” He stepped closer, our foreheads nearly touching, his presence heavy and overwhelming. “Tell me you don’t feel this too,” he said quietly. “Tell me it meant nothing and I’ll walk away.” I opened my mouth to answer fear, desire, confusion all colliding inside me and then his next move shocked me to the core. *** Hope you enjoy this chapter Don’t forget to leave a comment or review SoraElena's POV It had been two months since Adrian and I had fallen back into this complicated rhythm, and nothing about it felt simple anymore. He had stayed in New York. No more talk of returning to Italy, at least not anytime soon. That decision alone changed everything. It made his presence feel permanent, like he was weaving himself deeper into my life whether I was ready for it or not. We spent nights together sometimes at his mansion, sometimes at mine, drifting between the two places like we were testing how well we fit after everything that had happened. He was still making amends, showing up consistently in that annoyingly reliable way of his. No matter how much of a hard time I gave him and I gave him plenty he never backed down. He just kept trying, patient and steady, like he knew exactly what he had broken and was determined to fix it piece by piece. I wasn’t making it easy for him on purpose. Part of me still wanted him to prove himself more, to earn back the t
Elena's POV Sunlight filtered through the curtains that morning, pulling me out of a deep sleep with a dull ache behind my eyes and my whole body feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. I stretched carefully, the silk sheets cool against my bare skin, and noticed right away that Adrian's side of the bed was empty, the covers tossed back like he'd gotten up hours ago. His cologne lingered faintly, mixed with that raw scent of last night's intensity, but I pushed the memories aside because dwelling on it would only make my face burn hotter. Sitting up slow, I winced at the soreness between my thighs, a sharp reminder of how far we'd gone, but instead of spiraling into embarrassment, I grabbed one of his black dress shirts from the chair nearby. It smelled like him, crisp cotton hanging loose with just a few buttons done up, skimming my thighs in a way that felt dangerously short, no underwear because honestly, who could be bothered after all that. Padding barefoot down th
Elena's POV The second that waitress draped herself over Adrian's shoulder like a cheap scarf, her fake assets two inches from his face, something inside me snapped not a clean break, but the kind of jagged shatter that leaves you bleeding and furious. I'd spent the entire dinner perfecting my ice-queen routine, tossing barbs at his over-the-top flowers, that sinfully perfect dress he somehow magicked up, every single one of my favorite dishes arriving like he'd hacked my brain for the menu. All an act, of course, because no way was I letting him see how his low rumbling voice made my stomach flip or how leaning close enough to smell his cologne had my thighs pressing together under the table. I didn't *want* to show jealousy God, I fought it hard, cold shoulder locked and loaded because forgiveness? Not on the table. But feelings from before? They stuck like fucking glue, impossible to scrape off no matter how much attitude I threw. And this skank? Touching *my* man? Hell no. He
Adrian’s POVThe second the words left my mouth, Elena went very still.She did not soften. She did not smile. She did not give me the satisfaction of looking impressed or touched or even remotely easy about it. She just sat there in that wine-red dress like she had stepped out of one of my most dangerous fantasies and decided to make me suffer for the privilege.I almost laughed.Actually, no. I did laugh, just not out loud.Because that was Elena for you. One second I was certain she was about to explode at me for the flowers, the note, the restaurant, the entire .Adrian Knight experience of the day, and the next she was sitting across from me with that calm, maddening expression that said she was absolutely not making this easy.And God, she looked incredible.I had noticed the second she walked in, of course I had. Impossible not to. The dress was fitted in all the right places, the deep color making her skin look even warmer, her hair styled in a way that looked effortless in t
Elena'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
Adrian's POV "No Elena I can't give him blood." The words tore out of me raw and jagged as I stared into her wide green eyes that just kept getting bigger with pure disbelief while ER chaos exploded all around us. Her entire face crumpled in slow motion confusion twisting into absolute desp
Elena's POV "ALEX" I screamed as my hand flew to my mouth while Marco grabbed my arm and yanked me back hard from the horrific scene exploding right across the street in front of my eyes. Alex lay crumpled and broken about twenty feet away with his body twisted at completely unnatural angles in
Elena's POVOne month flew by in a beautiful blur of penthouse mornings and Adrian's steady presence weaving security into every corner of my new life. He stayed buried in work constantly battling those Viktor remnants through late-night strategy calls and dock fires that lit up his burner phone b
Adrian's POV Her shallow breathing against my chest suddenly hitched sharp cutting through my dark thoughts as a woman's piercing scream and I knew exactly who it belonged to. It was Victoria Alex's mother my stepmother the cunning viper who'd slithered into our lives when Father married her when







