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An Invitation.
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The Cure Is you Back at Square One.
°SERENA° I woke up with a heaviness in my chest, last night’s bitterness clinging to me like a shadow. My body ached from sleeping on the floor, but the sting of Adrian’s words hurt far worse. I quickly showered and dressed, determined to face the day, but as I opened my bedroom door, an unfamiliar noise caught my attention. The rustle of activity. Voices. For days, the apartment had been steeped in silence, the emptiness pressing down like a weight. But now, it buzzed with motion. I walked into the living room, and the sight that greeted me made me pause. The maids were back. Clara stood by the dining table, polishing a silver tray with meticulous care. Lila hovered near the bookshelf, rearranging Adrian’s collection with precision, and Maya bustled around the kitchen, humming softly as she worked. They moved like clockwork, so smooth and practiced, like they belonged here more than I ever could. Watching them, I couldn’t help but compare it to the mornings of the las
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-13The Cure Is you As a Friend.
°ADRIAN° “Come on, that’s enough,” the doctor snapped at me, his tone laced with frustration. I ignored him. I always ignored him. “Adrian,” he tried again, voice sterner this time, “you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep this up.” I didn’t care. Pain was temporary. Standing in the private gym of the clinic I trusted with my recovery, I pushed myself harder than ever. The treadmills, weight racks, and resistance machines surrounded me in a cold, clinical setting. It wasn’t a place of comfort—it was a battlefield. And I wasn’t leaving until I won. “Adrian, stop!” the doctor barked, but his words barely reached me over the sound of my own harsh breathing. My legs burned, trembling under the strain of hours spent walking, pushing my limits until I had none left to give. The rhythmic pounding of my feet against the treadmill echoed the chaos in my mind. I didn’t stop. Not until my body betrayed me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed forward onto the cushioned mat pla
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-15The Cure Is you From His View.
°SERENA° Is it possible for a person to have two personalities? Sure, it is. But how can someone slip in and out of them so effortlessly—like him? One moment, he’s a man of warmth, speaking softly, his presence almost comforting. The next moment, he’s cold and indifferent, as if I was never there. Maybe he’s used to it. But I’m not. How does he expect people around him to tolerate it? Then again, there’s no one around him except Tim, who can be just as cold and intimidating. And now, I barely even see Adrian in the apartment. He’s been leaving early, returning late—a ghost moving in and out of these walls. Where he goes, what he does—I don’t know, and I won’t ask. But his legs… that’s what worries me. Still, he shows up for dinner, and still, I refuse to join him. Yeah, employees don’t eat with th
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-17The Cure Is you Royce Mansion.
°ADRIAN° "I got you these—" "Because you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of others," she interjected. Can this girl ever let me finish a sentence? "Yeah," I smirked, deciding to play along. "We should leave at six," I said, but she didn’t even bother to reply or acknowledge it. She just sauntered off to her room, carrying the bags. I glanced at Timothy, who didn’t look too impressed by our interaction. "You could have clarified, sir," he said. Yeah, I could have. But where’s the fun in that? "She’ll realize it herself once she sees what I have planned for tonight. Are the arrangements done?" "Yes, sir," he confirmed. After all, he was the one who remembered. I had completely forgotten that I’d asked him to handle it a week ago—until today, when he reminded me. "But I still feel you just don’t want to say the word ‘sorry,’" he added, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Timothy," I warned. "I’ll recheck everything and be back, sir," he said and steppe
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-18The Cure Is you Feeling Hurt.
°SERENA° I got ready in the ivory dress he bought, letting my hair cascade down in soft waves. My makeup was simple—subtle enough to enhance but not to mask. I had no idea how the women at these kinds of parties dressed, but I refused to paint my face with layers of something that didn’t feel like me. Once satisfied with my appearance, I walked down the hallway, only to find him already waiting in the hall. And once again, my breath hitched. Dressed in an impeccably tailored dark blue three-piece suit, the fine fabric hugged his broad shoulders, tapering down his lean, powerful frame. The crisp white shirt beneath contrasted sharply against the dark layers, and the perfectly knotted black tie added a refined, almost regal touch. His vest sat snugly against his torso, emphasizing his sculpted build, while his jacket hung open—exuding effortless confidence. But it wasn’t just the attire. It was him. His dark hair, thick and slightly tousled, was styled back neatly, though a few un
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-19The Cure Is you Reunion Of Friends.
°ADRIAN° "Bethany?" The name feels foreign on my tongue, yet the familiarity is undeniable. "Yeah, I am," she replies, her voice holding a mix of surprise and hesitation. Five years. Five years since she disappeared from my life. Since she chose a man I always knew was wrong for her. Since she wasn’t there when I needed her most. "How have you been?" she asks, her words laced with guilt. "I’m sorry I couldn’t be there." We both know what she means. The accident. I scoff, crossing my arms, my words sharp. "Yeah, you would have been—if you hadn’t run off with that… mistake." Bethany exhales slowly, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I know. I made a mistake. I divorced him now." Divorced? When did that happen? Her gaze briefly falls before meeting mine again. "I tried calling after I heard about the accident, but you changed your number. And when I came back, you were gone." "You lost the right to find me when you left," I say flatly, the words harsher than I intend. Her
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-20The Cure Is you Stolen Legacy.
°ADRIAN° "I see you made it here, brother." The sound of his voice alone was enough to ignite the urge to crush something beneath my grip. Before I could entertain the thought of burning him alive, Serena stepped away from him and moved behind me. It did little to dull my anger. Nothing could compare to the sheer disgust I felt for the pathetic excuse of a man standing before me—the one who dared to call himself my brother. I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. A man like him thrived on attention, on provoking a reaction. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. My mind was already elsewhere, occupied with Bethany’s sudden appearance and the things I needed to handle tonight. I had more important matters to deal with than revisiting a past I had long since buried. "Don’t flatter yourself. I had better things to do," I said, my tone devoid of emotion. "And yet, here you are," Victor mused, swirling his drink like he was some untouchable king. "I wasn’t sure you’d show. Afte
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-21The Cure Is you No Comparison.
°SERENA° A thousand thoughts race through my mind as I head toward the restroom. First and foremost—Adrian has friends. Like, actual friends. And a female friend at that. I still can’t believe it. And that woman? She’s as sweet as she is stunning. When she said she hoped I had more patience than she did in college, I figured she meant she’d made some questionable choices—especially given her earlier comment about her divorce. Later, Adrian’s explanation confirmed it. Though… why would she say that? Did she think there was more to Adrian and me? A sudden warmth rushes to my cheeks at the thought. Adrian and me. Lost in my daze, I don’t see what’s ahead—until I collide straight into someone. "Sorry!" I apologize immediately. The woman I just bumped into assesses me from head to toe, her gaze dripping with disdain. Yeah, I’m not wearing any flashy jewelry—so what? That doesn’t make me any less of a person. But maybe, in her world, it does. "Who let you in?" she s
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The Cure Is you Epilogue 2
°SERENA° I stood just behind the garden door—the one that no longer led to the lush garden I had once spent countless hours tending to, but now, it led to an aisle. A simple, beautiful aisle, lined with soft petals and fairy lights that twinkled like stars. The garden, once my sanctuary, had transformed into a sacred space of joy, love, and promises. My fingers trembled as they brushed against the delicate lace of my dress—my wedding dress. It wasn’t just beautiful. It was mine. Custom-made just for me: ivory with soft lilac undertones that shimmered faintly in the light, as though the fabric itself carried a secret, a promise of something more. The bodice hugged me like a whispered vow, soft but firm, as if it knew my every movement. The skirt flowed out, like petals unfurling, graceful and simple but enchanted in its own way. A soft breeze stirred through the air, carrying with it the scent of lilies—the very flowers that adorned the garden—and something sweeter, something
The Cure Is you Epilogue 1
°SERENA° THREE YEARS LATER I didn’t believe it—not fully—until the dean handed me that scroll and said my name into the microphone. Even as the applause roared and my classmates screamed like they'd just broken out of a decade-long prison sentence, I stood there frozen, blinking under the stage lights like it was all a dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from. But then I looked down. At the degree in my hands. Doctor Serena Cooper. The paper felt too light for the weight it carried. Too soft for everything I’d fought through to hold it. My chest tightened. My throat burned. And suddenly, it was real. I did it. I’m a doctor. And yet, even as the words circled in my head, they felt borrowed—like they belonged to someone braver, someone more brilliant. For a split second, doubt curled its fingers around my spine. Was this really mine? Had I really crossed the finish line after all those nights that bled into mornings, the silent breakdowns in library corners, the battles no o
The Cure Is you A Promise Fulfilled.
°SERENA° I woke up cold. The sheets beside me, usually warm with Adrian’s lingering body heat, were cool and untouched. The silence around me wasn’t peaceful—it was eerie. No hum of life, no soft rustle of fabric, no faint breathing beside mine. Just an expanse of quiet that made me sit up, instantly alert. The curtains swayed gently with the early morning breeze, letting golden slivers of sunlight fall across the marble floors. Outside, birds chirped faintly, as if the world was trying to act normal. But inside the villa? It felt like time had stilled. Adrian was always here on weekends. Whether he woke before me or not, he stayed close. He’d wait for me, make a sarcastic remark about how long I slept, or sometimes pull me back under the covers with a teasing, "Five more minutes, sweetheart." But today… there was none of that. I slid out of bed, my toes curling against the cold marble. I reached for my robe and wrapped it tight, the plush fabric brushing softly against my sk
The Cure Is you Nolan Hayes.
°ADRIAN° I don’t know why I’m hesitating. Yet here I am—standing in front of an apartment door in New York, fingers hovering over the bell like it's wired to blow. The city hums behind me: impatient taxis blur past, a siren wails faintly in the distance, someone barks into their phone from across the street. Life moves forward, fast and messy. But me? I’m frozen in this one breath, caught between regret and redemption. It’s been a week since the dust began to settle. Since the sirens quieted, the courtrooms emptied, and the scars—both the kind that throb beneath my skin and the ones no X-ray can catch—began to scab over. Evelyn lost it when she learned about Victor’s death. She screamed. Threw accusations like knives—mostly at Serena. But Fred pulled the video off my phone, and the forensics backed it. Evelyn had to face the cold, hard truth. Serena didn’t kill him. And she had only herself to blame. On sentencing day, Timothy limped into the courtroom—bruised, battered, but brea
The Cure Is you Meant to be.
°SERENA° I think I’m waking up. Or maybe not. It’s weird. Everything feels... distant. Like I’m stuck underwater, and the world’s still moving above but I can't reach it yet. My arms weigh a ton. My chest hurts. My throat’s dry. Something beeps near my ear like it owns the damn place. There’s a voice. Low. Familiar. My heart kicks — slow and out of rhythm. God. That voice. Adrian? I can’t move. I can’t see. But I feel something… warm. Pressure on my hand. Soft. He’s here. Why? "I thought if I kept you away…” It’s his voice, yeah. Just—cracked at the edges, like he hasn’t slept in weeks. “…you’d be safe…” I tried to move, to reach — but nothing obeyed. Still, the voice kept going, as if speaking to the space between us. “I love you so much it… it fucking terrifies me.” Something in me cracks. Because I knew. I always knew. He just couldn’t say it before. God. You’re a heartless fool, Adrian. And I’m the idiot who still wants to hold your hand. I
The Cure Is you Terrifying Love.
°ADRIAN° “Serena!” Her body crumpled to the ground like a lifeless doll, a soft thud that shattered the world around me. Panic tore through me — raw, blinding. Was she shot? Was she— “Fuck!” I dropped to my knees, gravel biting into my palms as I scooped her limp form into my arms. Her skin was cold, too cold, her head lolling helplessly against me. I patted her cheeks, desperate, frantic. “Serena. Serena—” No response. Not even a twitch. Blood roared in my ears, drowning everything else. "Fred!" I twisted around, searching— There. Staggering toward me, blood soaking the cloth wrapped around his hand. “What the fuck happened to you?” I barked, clutching Serena tighter. He pressed a shaking hand to his side, blood slick between his fingers. A breathless, humorless laugh escaped him. “Your little wife,” he rasped. My heart lurched. I turned — Cassandra. Lying there. Still. Lifeless. A fresh wave of horror slammed into me. She saved us. She didn
The Cure Is you Her Last Breath.
°SERENA° I was pushed aside suddenly, my body jerked violently into some kind of wall… The sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears, sharp and disorienting. My vision blurred for a second. My body throbbed where I’d hit the wall — my shoulder scraped raw against the stone. Voices were shouting, echoing, overlapping — but I couldn’t make out any of it. My hands scrambled against the floor to push myself up. Dust clung to my fingers. My heart was slamming against my ribs. And then I saw her. Cassandra. She stood just a few feet away — or was she swaying? Her hands were pressed to her abdomen, but blood was already seeping fast through her fingers, thick and dark, running down her arms, staining the hem of her top. Her breathing was ragged. No. No, no. “What the hell—” I whispered, barely able to move. She had stepped between us and Victor. She’d taken the bullet. “Cassandra!” “Cassandra!” Fred and I shouted at the same time. The panic in his voice mirrored mine
The Cure Is you Locked.
°SERENA° “SERENA!” Cassandra’s scream rang through the cold stone halls, but before I could answer, rough fingers latched onto my arm—tight, urgent. I knew from the grip, from the sheer force, that it was a man. Instinct took over. I clenched the small knife she’d slipped into my hand earlier, spun, and slashed hard. My blade met flesh, and a choked gasp followed. Warm blood sprayed across my skin. A vein. I’d aimed for it. This would weaken Victor. It had to. We needed just enough time— “Ah… Serena!” That voice. My heart skipped and I turned sharply, breath caught in my throat. “Fred?” I gasped. His eyes were wide with pain, his hand clutched tight, blood flowing between his fingers like a river he couldn’t stop. My stomach dropped. Shit. What have I done? “Shit! Why did you grab me?” I was at his side before I finished speaking, panic clawing at my throat. He winced, and I didn’t wait—I tore a strip from my shirt, the fabric protesting with each tug. My f
The Cure Is you An Escape.
°SERENA° Victor didn’t respond to my insult. Not with words. Just his eyes—sharp as shattered ice, cold as steel, burning with fury. He stared at me like I was the last stain on his empire, and he was ready to scrub me off the face of the world. But only if staring could kill. “I’ll let you think about obedience,” he muttered, snatching up his phone. “Maybe the next time I walk through that door, you’ll have learned your place.” He turned. Walked. The door creaked—slow, deliberate. Then slammed. The sound ripped through the room like a gunshot. And then, silence. Not peace. Never peace. But a tense, eerie quiet clung to the air like smoke after a blaze—thick, choking, haunted. Still, for the first time since I was dragged into this nightmare, I wasn’t afraid of the silence. I welcomed it. I exhaled—slow, shaky. My lungs trembled like they were just relearning how to breathe, my chest sore as if someone had punched the life out of me and left behind an ache n
