เข้าสู่ระบบElena ~
Our lips met, and for one impossible heartbeat the world stopped I didn't breathe, didn't think, just felt the heat, the shock, the wrongness of it crashing through me until reality hit like ice water. What the hell was I doing? I just kissed my ex's brother yes, ex, because after what Alex did I couldn't call him my boyfriend anymore, I was ending it right here in my head. I pulled back fast, my chest heaving. "I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" But Adrian's gaze held mine, dark and unreadable, searching deep until some man ran up shouting, "Boss! He ran away!" Adrian's whole expression shifted cold in an instant. "You're in danger," he said flatly. "Go home. Now." I wanted to ask why but his tone shut down everything. He ordered one of his men to follow me, make sure I got home safe, then gave me one last look that burned with warning and something else I couldn't name. The drive home blurred into lights and noise and silence, all churning into a storm inside me, my heart tangled up in betrayal and confusion while Alex's kiss with that girl replayed like poison I couldn't shake. By the time I reached my room I collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling as everything crashed down two years of my life wasted on lies, on waiting for someone who never deserved me, on believing his promises while he laughed behind my back. I wasn't going to let him destroy me. Not like this. I wouldn't crumble into some broken girl crying over a cheater I was stronger than that, always had been, and this pain was waking something fierce inside me, something that refused to stay quiet. No more tears for Alex. No more pretending he was worth it. I was done being the fool he'd pay for making me feel invisible, but first I had to pull myself together, had to remember who I was before him. "He cheated on me," I whispered to the empty room, sitting up slow as that cold resolve settled in my bones. "He thought I wouldn't find out? Let's see how that feels." Because I wasn't the girl who just broke I was the girl who rose from the ashes, who made them regret ever crossing me. Morning came too fast I hadn't slept much but the fire inside kept me going, and by dawn I'd gotten what I needed: Alex's assistant spilled everything, her name, her address. Now here I was face-to-face with the girl who ruined it all, her door opening to eyes going wide, face paling when she saw me. "Elena…" she stammered. "Please, I didn't mean—" "How long?" My voice cut sharp. "How long were you sneaking behind my back?" She shook her head, trembling with some weak excuse about his drunk friends challenging her, how everything "spun too fast" but her words were just venom that couldn't erase what he'd done. "Challenge or not," I stepped closer, "he kissed you. You let him." My hand moved fast the slap cracked through the silence. I grabbed her hair, forcing her eyes on mine. "You think I care about your stories? You helped break something sacred." She whimpered but the anger had me now I pulled the chili powder tin from my pocket. Her eyes panicked wide. "Now taste betrayal." I shoved it against her mouth she gasped, choked, screamed as tears burned down her face. Her pain fed the fire in me. "Play with fire?" I hissed low. "Then burn." I stepped back through her sobs, a dark satisfaction blooming this was just the start. At home I gathered every trace of Alex, piling gifts and photos high before lighting the match flames devoured two years of lies until only ash remained. Staring into the inferno, my voice hardened. "Now revenge begins." *** Hey lovelies, Do read and don’t forget to leave your reviews and comments. soraAdrian’s POVA few days had passed since Max joined our family, and the little golden ball of energy had already turned the mansion into his personal playground. I watched from the doorway as Max tumbled across the living room carpet, chasing a toy Lila had brought for him. Enzo was on the floor with him, laughing as the puppy jumped on his chest. Lila sat beside Elena on the couch, both of them giggling at the scene. Elena’s mother and father were also there, her mother smiling warmly while knitting a small blanket for the baby and her father watching everything with quiet pride.Elena’s bump had grown noticeably now. At five months, it was beautifully visible under her soft maternity top. Every time I looked at her, something deep in my chest tightened with pride and raw love. She was carrying our child, glowing even on the hard days, and I couldn’t stop admiring how strong and beautiful she looked.“Boss, we need to talk about the shipment,” one of my men had said earlier that m
Third Person POV Adrian loosened his tie as he drove back from the office, the city lights blurring past the windows. The long meeting had drained him, but the thought of returning home to Elena always brought a smile to his face. She was getting heavier with their child now, and every day he tried to make her feel as loved and comfortable as possible. Her parents were still staying with them, filling the mansion with warmth and constant care.As he turned onto a quieter side street, something small moved near the curb. Adrian slowed the car. Under the streetlight, a tiny golden retriever puppy sat shivering, looking lost and wet from the light drizzle. No collar, no owner in sight. The little thing looked up at him with big, pleading eyes and let out a soft whimper.Adrian’s heart melted instantly. Elena had mentioned wanting a dog one lazy afternoon weeks ago — something soft and warm to cuddle with during the pregnancy days. He pulled over, checked around for any signs of an own
Third Person POVThe grand doors of the mansion swung open, and the entire house seemed to fill with instant warmth and life. Elena’s mother stepped inside first, her arms already reaching out as she pulled Elena into a tight, loving embrace. The familiar scent of home — spices, care, and unconditional love — wrapped around Elena like a comforting blanket. Tears glistened in her mother’s eyes as she held her daughter close.“My sweet girl,” Elena’s mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Look at you… carrying my grandchild. You’re glowing, even through all the tiredness.”Elena’s father entered right behind her, his strong presence filling the space. He gave Adrian a firm, meaningful handshake, eyes steady and serious. “Take good care of my daughter and that little one growing inside her,” he said, his tone carrying both trust and quiet protectiveness. Then his gaze softened as it landed on Elena’s rounded belly. “We’re here now. Family looks after family.”Those first few
Third Person POVThe early months of Elena’s pregnancy were a beautiful yet turbulent blend of joy, exhaustion, and unexpected challenges. The nausea that had started mildly now struck hardest in the mornings, leaving her drained and irritable. Strange cravings hit at the oddest hours—pickles with chocolate ice cream, spicy mangoes at midnight—and sudden waves of tiredness forced her to nap more often than she liked. Her emotions swung like a pendulum, one moment filled with glowing happiness, the next with tears or sharp frustration.Adrian remained her unwavering rock through it all.One particularly rough evening, after a full day of battling nausea, Elena sat curled on the couch in their mansion, a blanket draped over her legs. Her small bump was just beginning to show, a gentle curve that Adrian couldn’t stop touching. He sat beside her, his large hand gently rubbing slow circles on her lower back.“I feel like a whale already,” Elena muttered, poking at her belly with a dram
Elena’s POVThe past few weeks had been a beautiful whirlwind of emotions. Lila and Enzo were back from their honeymoon, glowing with that unmistakable newlywed bliss, and Annie was finally settling into her peaceful life in Italy with Mark and the twins. Everything around me felt full of joy and new beginnings, yet for Adrian and me, life had quietly slipped into a softer, more intimate rhythm.This morning was the third day in a row I woke up with my stomach churning. Nausea hit me like a wave. I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time before my stomach rebelled. I clung to the cool porcelain, heaving until there was nothing left. Adrian was right behind me in seconds, his strong hands gently gathering my hair while he rubbed soothing circles on my back.“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, concern lacing his deep voice.I nodded weakly, rinsing my mouth and splashing cold water on my face. “Just tired. This nausea keeps coming back, especially in the mornings. It’s been ha
Lila’s POVThe private jet touched down smoothly on the familiar runway, and my heart fluttered with a beautiful mix of excitement, nostalgia, and pure contentment. Ten days on that private Greek island with Enzo had been absolute paradise—endless sun-drenched days, turquoise waters, and nights filled with so much passion I could still feel the delicious ache between my thighs. But now we were back. Married. Ready to step into our real life as Mr. and Mrs. Romano.Enzo squeezed my hand tightly as the plane door opened, that signature charming smirk playing on his lips. The same smirk that had made me weak since the day we met. “Ready to go home, Mrs. Romano?” he asked, his voice low and husky, laced with promise.I smiled up at him, leaning into his strong frame. “As long as I’m with you, I’m home anywhere, Mr. Romano.”The drive back to the mansion felt both familiar and brand new. Our mansion now—grand, luxurious, and secured like a fortress, surrounded by beautiful manicured gard







