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Chapter 10: Ruins and Red Silk
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"Try not to look so nervous," Adrian murmured as the elevator doors slid open.Naya shot him a sharp glance, clutching the strap of her handbag tighter. "I’m not nervous."She'd agreed to go with him to his office to go over the case. But she was nervous because she'd grown quite popular on social media ever since her arrest and Daniel's engagement.His smirk was faint, but infuriatingly knowing. He didn’t say anything else as he stepped out first, the faint click of his shoes echoing off the marble floors of Wolfe & Associates’ towering downtown office.The space was coldly elegant—glass walls, sleek black leather, chrome fixtures. And quiet. Too quiet, as every head in the reception area turned when they saw Adrian stride in… with her.He didn’t even slow."Morning," he said curtly to the staff, not breaking stride. "This is Ms. Rivera. She’s consulting on a case. You’ll extend her every courtesy."Naya caught the faint surprise in the eyes of the perfectly groomed associates they p
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"Hello?"Her voice cracked as she pressed the phone to her ear, her other hand clutching the sheet against her chest. She'd woken up to a missed call from Daniel.Naya knew she shouldn't have called back…but she wanted to. For closure.On the other end, Daniel’s voice came through. Detached. Impatient."Naya. You called back. That was… unexpected."Naya’s throat tightened. "You called me first.""I did," he admitted easily. Then, after a beat: "Wanted to make sure you got the news in time. Wouldn’t want you blindsided when it hits the papers."Her stomach twisted.And then she heard it—faint but unmistakable, behind his words. Chloe’s laugh. Light, syrupy, like honey over poison.Naya’s breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay still."Naya?" Daniel prompted. "You there?"She couldn’t. Not another word. Not with Chloe’s giggle bleeding through the line like a knife to the ribs.Her thumb slammed the call end button, and the silence in the room swallowed her whole.The phone clatt
Not His Wife Anymore Chapter 10: Ruins and Red Silk
"You’re quiet."Adrian’s voice cut through the dim glow of the penthouse, low and smooth, as Naya stared blankly out the window at the city lights below."I’m fine," she replied, too quickly, her arms folded across her chest.He leaned against the marble island behind her, swirling a glass of scotch, studying her like a puzzle he already knew the solution to."You’re lying. Badly," he said after a beat."Why do you care?" she snapped, still not turning around.He let out a soft laugh, dark and amused. "Because you look like a woman trying not to fall apart. And because I just got this."When she finally turned, his phone was in his hand, the screen glowing with a news article. She stepped closer, hesitant, then impatient, and froze when she saw the headline:“Carter Heir to Wed Longtime Family Friend Chloe Winslow: Engagement Announced at Charity Gala”A glossy photo showed Daniel in his designer tuxedo, Chloe draped on his arm in a shimmering gown, both of them smiling as though noth
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"Smells like Paris up here."Naya’s voice was quiet as she stepped barefoot onto the rooftop terrace, the morning air cool against her legs beneath the silk robe. Adrian glanced up from his file at the sound of her voice, one corner of his mouth curling into that infuriatingly self-assured smile."Does it?" he replied, setting his espresso cup down and leaning back casually in his chair. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, a hint of sun-kissed skin visible. "Funny. I was thinking more like Rome. Morning’s still soft. City hasn’t started pretending yet."Naya rolled her eyes faintly but couldn’t stop herself from glancing at him longer than she meant to. He noticed—of course he noticed—and his smirk deepened."You’re staring.""You’re imagining things," she shot back, smoothing her hair behind her ear as she approached the table where a tray of golden croissants and tiny jars of jam awaited. "I just didn’t expect… this.""This?" He arched a brow, closing the file
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The walls were white, too white, and the sheets felt foreign. Naya woke gasping.She sat up abruptly in the soft guest bed, one hand gripping the duvet like it might anchor her back to reality. Her heart pounded in her chest, her skin clammy beneath the oversized T-shirt she didn’t remember putting on. The dream still clung to her—the echo of Daniel’s laughter, Chloe’s syrupy voice dripping venom behind glass.You're the joke, Naya.She pressed her palms into her eyes. No prison bars. No Daniel. No Chloe.Just her. And the soft hum of air conditioning.She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, taking a moment to breathe. Adrian had brought her here after the crash. She remembered the warmth of his hands, the low rasp of his voice telling her to breathe, the way his arms had wrapped around her like armor.Why the hell did that comfort her?Naya padded barefoot down the hallway. It was dark except for the glow spilling from the living room.He was there.Adrian sat at a long wooden d
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“You’re not coming.”Adrian’s voice was calm, controlled—one of those low, even tones that cloaked arrogance like silk. He straightened his cufflinks as if the matter were already settled, his eyes flicking to her in the mirror like she was nothing more than a reflection to manage.Naya stood still, arms crossed over the dress she didn’t pick to be dismissed in. It hugged her like defiance—sleek, sharp, dark. Her hair was pulled high and tight, lips a soft nude, emerald earrings glinting like quiet rebellion.She looked like a woman ready for war. Not the one who’d cried behind bars forty-eight hours ago.“That’s adorable,” she said flatly, stepping into the room without waiting to be invited. “Try telling me again.”Adrian turned. “This is a closed-room meeting. High-level. The DA, the judge, media advisors. It’s not a show trial yet.”She took one step forward. “Then they’ll need a reminder I’m not a ghost.”Her voice cut clean through the space between them.“This is my life, Adria
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