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CHAPTER ELEVEN : RELATIONSHIP TRAUMA

Elora Monroe
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 26.04.2026 02:33:45

Adrian did not call her name. He did not move immediately. He stood at the far end of the corridor, watching.

Elena’s back was to him. Her shoulders were tense, her posture rigid in a way that had nothing to do with pride and everything to do with fear. She sat beside a young man whose features resembled hers enough to suggest familiarity but Adrian did not pause long enough to study the resemblance.

Before he could take a single step toward her, a nurse called a name from inside the consultati
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  • THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE    CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO : THE FIGHT AND AFTERMATH

    The club’s lights pulsed against the beat of the music, a rhythm that once energized Elena, but tonight it felt like a storm closing in. She moved behind the bar, pouring drinks and wiping down counters with meticulous care, her mind still buzzing from the previous night’s chaos and what happened with that customer earlier. She barely had time to breathe before it happened again.The same man who had tried to grope her earlier that evening, lurked near the edge of the bar, eyes gleaming with entitlement. He moved closer, this time more forcefully, reaching toward her with a smirk that screamed confidence in his presumed power over her.Elena froze. Her hands were busy, her defenses down, so there was nothing in reach to protect herself. The panic rose immediately, chest tight, and her fingers visibly trembling.Before the situation could escalate, a shadow loomed behind the man. It was Adrian under Marcus’ restraint.He didn’t hesitate. The moment the man’s hands made contact with Ele

  • THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE    CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE : THE BAR INCIDENT

    The club lights were dimmer than usual that evening, but the hum of conversation and clinking glasses never ceased. Elena moved with deliberate steps behind the bar, the weight of the advance hanging over her like a chain. Every coin, every note she could earn tonight was meant for Luca. To cover his hospital bills, therapy, even small comforts she had promised him during his long, silent recovery. Overtime was no longer optional. It was survival.She poured drinks with practiced precision, the rhythm of her hands over bottles, shakers, and glasses almost meditative. Her mind, however, was anything but calm. Each tip she counted, each bill she tucked into her pocket, reminded her how thin the line was between keeping her brother alive and falling behind financially.The manager appeared at the end of the bar, brow furrowed, his sharp gaze assessing her as she polished glasses.“Elena,” he said, voice low but firm. “Leaving the party last night without informing anyone… that’s unaccept

  • THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE    CHAPTER TWENTY : FAILED INTERVIEWS

    Adrian sat back in the sleek leather chair of his office, the city lights casting long shadows across the polished floors. Files, portfolios, and social media profiles were strewn across his desk. It was a parade of potential candidates for a contract marriage, and each one more disappointing than the last.The day had been brutal. Women had come in, all meticulously groomed. They all came in wearing rehearsed smiles and walking their measured steps, claiming charm, sophistication, and a readiness to adapt to his high-profile life. Yet every single one fell short.Some had tried to seduce him outright, hoping a flash of cleavage or a whispered promise would secure their place. Others seemed meek, naive, incapable of navigating the pressures, the public scrutiny, the precision and control his world demanded. None could hold the sharp, unflinching gaze of a billionaire CEO or manage the expectations that came with a name like Vale.He rubbed his temples. “Pathetic,” he muttered, almost

  • THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE    CHAPTER NINETEEN : EMERGENCY CALL

    The phone vibrated violently in Elena’s pocket, the shrill tone slicing through the dimly lit room and the fading music still echoing in her ears. She pulled it out with trembling hands, watching Adrian monitor her from over her shoulders.“Rossi? This is Dr. Mendel from St. Claire Hospital. It’s urgent… your brother—he needs you immediately. The head neurologist insists you come now.”Her stomach dropped. Every pulse of her heart seemed to echo in her skull. “Luca, my brother, my anchor.”Without thinking, she grabbed her coat, the sequined skirt from her performance clinging to her legs. She didn't even try to explain herself or wait to entertain any question. She barely registered the stares of the partygoers around her as she pushed past the door, the cold night air hitting her face. She hailed the first cab she could see, tossing her address at the driver without hesitation.Adrian, follwed after, standing near the reception with his friend, noticed her departure, and a sharp, b

  • THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE    CHAPTER EIGHTEEN : JUDGEMENTAL MIND

    The balcony wind whipped through Elena’s hair as she turned sharply, ready to storm back inside. Heat and frustration radiated from every fiber of her body. She had been cornered, questioned, accused and she was not about to bend.“I’m done answering,” she snapped, voice sharp, eyes blazing. “You don’t get to interrogate me like this.”Adrian’s expression remained unreadable, calm, almost predatory. He shifted closer, and as she pivoted to leave, his hand brushed lightly along the curve of her waist. A motion so subtle, that it could have been mistaken for an intentional movement in the chaos of their closeness.Elena froze. Rage ignited instantly.“Don’t you dare touch me again!” she hissed, stepping back, fists clenched, chest heaving. “I mean it. One more time and I swear—”He tilted his head, almost amused, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “You don’t want to be touched… yet you want to be a pole dancer. You’ve found a way to make me laugh with your half-baked hypocrisy.”“

  • THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE    CHAPTER SEVENTEEN : ROOM CLASH

    The music still throbbed faintly in the distance as Elena stepped down from the stage, her pulse still synced with the last beats of the song. The applause and the scattered cheers followed her, but she barely registered them. Her mind was already scanning the exit, the crowd, the path back to the changing room. Every night she danced, she tried to make it feel like routine. Tonight, routine had abandoned her.Then she saw him. She saw Adrian making his way towards her. Striding through the crowd with that lethal mixture of control and calculation in his gaze. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t waver. The moment he spotted her, it was like he was closing in on his prey. Before she could react, his hand brushed hers, firm, insistent, trying to guide her away from the throng of watching patrons.Elena’s eyes widened.“Let go!” she hissed under her breath.He ignored the exclamation at first, tugging a little more. Then he realized the stares, the curious eyes following the pair of them. His

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