LOGIN2SELENEWe all stepped out of the car.Adrien went straight to the driver, his voice low, controlled. I stayed close enough to hear, but far enough to let them talk like men fixing a problem.“What happened?” Adrien asked.The driver popped the hood, leaned in, frowned. “Engine cut suddenly. No warning. That’s not normal.”Adrien bent slightly to look inside. “Battery?”“Battery’s fine,” the driver said. “Cables look intact.”I hugged my arms around myself as a cool breeze brushed past. The road was quiet. Too quiet. No cars passing. No streetlights close by. Just darkness and that low hum of night sounds.Then the driver crouched down near the tires.He went still.“Sir,” he said slowly. “You should see this.”Adrien moved to him at once. I followed without thinking.The tire was torn. Not burst. Slashed.Clean. Intentional.My stomach twisted.Adrien’s face hardened. “That wasn’t an accident.”“No,” the driver said. “All four tires were tampered with.”“All four?” I repeated softly
SELENEThe word leave didn’t land softly.It didn’t echo. It didn’t fade.It dropped straight into the middle of the room and shattered something invisible.For a second, no one moved.Forks paused halfway to mouths. A woman’s laugh cut off too fast. Someone near the windows cleared their throat, then thought better of it. Even the soft music in the background felt like it pulled back, like it knew better than to compete.I felt every eye tilt toward us.Olivia laughed.It was quick and sharp and wrong. A sound meant to smooth things over but only made it worse.“Adrien,” she said fast, stepping closer like familiarity was still hers to use. Her hands lifted in that helpless little way she always did, palms open, shoulders soft. “Come on. This was a misunderstanding.”Her voice melted into something sweet. Too sweet. The tone she used when she wanted people to forget what she’d just done.“I didn’t mean anything by it,” she went on, flicking a glance at me like I was an afterthought.
SELENEAdrien’s hand stayed right behind me as he steered me away from the center of the room. It wasn’t a touch anyone else would’ve noticed, but I felt every bit of it.. warm, steady, protective in this way that confused the hell out of me. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I didn’t hear the whispers breaking out behind us, pretending I didn’t feel everyone’s eyes drilling into my back.People tried to act like they’d gone back to their conversations, but they hadn’t. Every head tilted. Every murmur stretched our way. Every fake smile hid curiosity.Adrien didn’t look at me, not even for a second. His jaw was so tight it looked like he was grinding his teeth. His shoulders stiff, his steps fast but controlled. He looked furious—like he was still replaying Naomi’s words and trying not to storm back there.And I kept asking myself, silently, why he reacted like that. Why he stepped in front of me like that. Why his voice had sounded so sharp, so final. Why it didn’t feel like a man d
SELENEThe words hit me like someone slapped me across the face.How did it feel to have Adrien inside me?I didn’t even realize I’d stopped breathing until my throat burned. I stared at the woman through the mirror, trying to process if I heard correctly or if my mind was just playing tricks on me.But no—she stood there with a smug smile, like she’d been waiting to drop that line all her life.“Excuse me?” I finally managed to say. My voice didn’t rise, but it came out tight. Firm. Shocked.The woman raised a brow, almost impressed with herself. “Oh? That reaction was cute.”She stepped closer, her heels clicking lightly on the tiled floor. Her perfume was strong—sweet with something bitter underneath. Everything about her screamed confidence, practiced and polished. Fake in the way that made you wonder how long she’d practiced being this person.She tucked a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear and said it like she was introducing herself at a fancy brunch.“I’m Naomi. Adrien’s
SELENEI turned fully, my breath catching for a second because my brain needed a moment to process what I was seeing.“Olivia…?” The name felt strange on my tongue. I hadn’t said it out loud in a long time. “What are you doing here?”It came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care. Shock does that to you.She smiled.That fake, sugary smile she used whenever she wanted to irritate me without looking obvious.“Well, hello to you too, big sister.”I blinked hard, still confused, still trying to understand why the one person I never wanted to see again was standing in front of me at a corporate event that had nothing to do with her.“What are you—”Before I could even finish, someone stepped up behind her.Lucas.My chest tightened instantly.His face, his posture, the way he stood so proudly behind her—like he didn’t once break me in the ugliest way possible.My stomach turned. I didn’t even know if it was disgust, rage, or shock.Lucas tilted his head slightly.“Selene.”Just heari
SELENEI couldn’t believe he just dumped that whole “company board luncheon” thing on me like it was nothing. One second I was dozing off peacefully with my magazine, and the next, Adrien was in my room talking about buttons, kisses, and acting like we were the world’s happiest couple.A luncheon?At nine?As husband and wife?I wanted to scream. But instead I sat on the edge of my bed and exhaled slowly.“Of course,” I muttered under my breath. “Of course he would throw this on me last minute.”I was pissed. I wasn’t even hiding it. My body felt tight with annoyance, like every bone was arguing with me. But then I remembered the contract. Everything about this marriage—fake or not—came with expectations. Appearances. Duties. Performances.This was part of it.“Just see it through,” I told myself. “You agreed to this mess, so just get through tonight.”Still annoyed, I forced myself up and dragged my feet to the bathroom.The hot water calmed me a little. I washed slowly, trying to re







