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CHAPTER TWENTY- FOUR : THE PROPOSAL
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THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE CHAPTER TWENTY- FOUR : THE PROPOSAL
Elena’s heels clicked against the cold pavement, each step carrying the weight of humiliation, anger, and exhaustion. She didn’t dare glance back, even as the night air whipped around her. She had fought, defended herself, survived the chaos, but it had cost her more than she expected. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to leave, to put as much distance as possible between herself and the man who had become both her frustration and her storm.Then just as she was about to hail a cab to convey her to her destination, out of nowhere, she felt a sudden thud in her chest, not from her own heart, but from a pair of shoes pounding the pavement behind her. She spun around, startled, eyes wide, and froze.It was Adrian. He was running full tilt, not caring about the polished city streets, the people around, or the formalities that normally governed his life. Hair slightly mussed, suit jacket flaring with each stride, eyes locked onto her. The sight made her step back, fear and irritati
THE TERMS OF OUR MARRIAGE CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE : YOU RUINED EVERYTHING
Elena’s hands shook as she grabbed her small bag from the staff corner, her chest tight, tears streaking down her cheeks. The humiliation still burned hot behind her eyes. Fired. Over nothing more than self-defense. Over protecting herself from someone who had no right to touch her.Her coworkers gave her sympathetic glances, but no words could fill the ache inside her. Every step toward the back door felt like trudging through fire. The club lights blurred behind her, faces melting into shadows she didn’t care to see.Adrian, meanwhile, stood near the bar, frozen, hands clenched into fists. He had watched her sink to the floor in tears and had felt a pang deep in his chest, sharp enough to pierce through the storm of anger and confusion he carried.He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why the manager had taken his anger out on her instead of him, why Elena his worker, the one person who had been quietly reliable, principled, and steadfast had been b
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
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