LOGINElena ~
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. soraElena'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
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
Adrian’s POV The phone kept buzzing like a damn hornet trapped against my palm, Alex’s name flashing over and over on the screen. I stared at it for a good ten seconds, jaw tight, the echo of Dad’s tirade still ringing in my ears. Last thing I needed was more family drama, but ignoring him would j
Third Person POV Urgent business forced him to cancel the date with Lila tonight, this critical shipment delay dragging him into warehouse hell when he should have been tasting her curves under La Royale's candlelight, and that fuckup left him seething angry at the situation stealing his perfect
Elena's POV I still can't believe this is happening. Got the call yesterday afternoon Paris Fashion Week, one of the biggest luxury brands in Europe wants me for their spring campaign visuals. Complete rebrand package: lookbooks, runway graphics, digital assets, the works. Six figures, week-lon
Lila’s POV I've been sitting here with my laptop open to the same branding mockup for way too long now, the cursor just blinking at me like it's mocking my complete lack of focus. My head keeps wandering back to Enzo no matter how many times I try to shake it off, there he is. This morning's sur







