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In His Arms.
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The Cure Is you Rightfully Mine.
°ADRIAN° "How dare you hide this from us, Adrian Royce!" For a moment, my body stiffened at the sharp voice of one of the Royce family elders. I had expected this—planned for it, even. But the timing? It couldn’t have been worse. Couldn't he have waited a damn minute? I had been content, Serena still in my arms from our dance. Thank the stars she had left her heels behind, or my feet would have suffered. And for once—just once—I had allowed myself to enjoy something. But of course, he had to ruin it. I steadied Serena beside me before turning to face him. “Uncle,” I greeted, my voice smooth, calculated. Serena, however, had gone utterly silent. That sharp tongue of hers—the one that had so often challenged me—had vanished. And once again, I was reminded that she was still just an eighteen-year-old girl caught in the middle of a storm far beyond her understanding. “I’m not here for greetings, Adrian,” my uncle snapped. “Why was this not brought to us? Do you not respect your eld
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-27The Cure Is you He Remembered.
°SERENA° When Adrian said he had a surprise for me, I didn’t expect we’d be driving for nearly half an hour. Not that I was complaining—okay, maybe just a little—but could he at least hint at where we were going? The suspense was killing me. Worse, I was trapped in a car with him, my traitorous mind running laps around itself. Because, let’s be honest—Adrian Royce was impossible. One moment, he was the sharp-tongued, commanding force of nature who shut down an entire room of powerful, greedy relatives. And the next? He was just a man—mysterious, unreadable, but a man nonetheless—sitting beside me in this car, acting as if he hadn’t just declared war on half his family. And worse? I was staring. Not obviously! Just… a little. His fingers drummed against his thigh, his jaw absurdly sharp under the dim glow of the dashboard. He had this perpetual look of someone who had seen too much, but his eyes… God, his eyes carried a weight I didn’t know how to decipher. You’re doin
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-01The Cure Is you A Forgotten Connection.
°SERENA° I was overwhelmed. Completely, utterly, and helplessly overwhelmed. Adrian had always been unpredictable, but this… this was something else entirely. Why? Why would he do this? Why would he go to such lengths—just for me? I had expected many things from him—sarcasm, teasing, that insufferable smirk he wore so well. But never this. Never something so thoughtful, so unexpected, so… breathtaking. It wasn’t just that he was walking—though that alone was enough to shatter me in the best possible way. It was everything else, too. The effort behind it. The way he had taken something impossible and turned it into reality. The way he had done it for no other reason than me. My mind struggled to process it, my heart too full to contain what I was feeling. How could someone like him—someone who pretended not to care—do something so perfect? And why… why did it make me want to cry? I blinked rapidly, but the tears spilled anyway, my chest tight, my throat aching. I fel
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-02The Cure Is you Lost And Found.
°ADRIAN° "Yeah. When I was little. I don’t remember much, but I do remember a garden. A huge one, filled with flowers of every kind. And… there was a boy. He was locked up. Or something." The moment the words left her lips, my world tilted. I froze. My breath stilled. My pulse thundered so violently it rattled inside my ribs. No. No, it couldn't be. But my body knew it before my mind could catch up. My skin prickled, my chest tightened, and something deep—something buried—something I had spent years trying to silence rose to the surface with a force that shattered through me. She’s that girl. Fuck, she’s that girl. The one I searched for. The one I never stopped looking for. The little girl who saved me. Air turned thick, lodging in my throat like something immovable. I felt it pressing down on my ribs, squeezing, suffocating. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as memories I had forced myself to forget came rushing back with brutal clarity. The cold, e
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03The Cure Is you Scars Of The Past.
°ADRIAN° "I was never meant to leave that place alive." The words spill out before I can stop them, raw and unfiltered. A truth I never dared to say aloud. The room is too small, too suffocating, and yet, for the first time, there’s nowhere to run. No darkness to retreat into. Serena is watching me. But I don’t meet her eyes. Because if I do… If I do, I might see something I can’t bear— Pity. Horror. Or worse—understanding. And I don’t deserve that. Not after everything. "I was five when my mother died." The words scrape my throat, sharp and jagged. I’ve buried them for so long, convinced myself they didn’t matter anymore. But now they’re here, clawing their way out, refusing to stay silent. "They told me it was an illness. A weak heart. Something unavoidable." A fucking lie. A beautifully packaged, carefully spun lie. Because I remember her. I remember how she’d stroke my hair, humming lullabies in the softest voice. How she’d press kisses to my f
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-04The Cure Is you His Kiss.
°SERENA° I couldn't process what was happening. One second, Adrian was telling me he would never love, his voice so hollow it made my chest ache. His tone—detached, almost cruel—had made it clear that I didn’t matter to him. And the next— His lips crashed against mine. The force of it sent a sharp gasp from my lungs, my entire body seizing in shock. His grip was unrelenting, fingers digging into my waist as if anchoring himself to me. His lips moved with raw urgency, stealing breath, stealing thought—stealing everything but the sharp, intoxicating awareness of him. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, almost punishing—like he was branding himself into me in a way words never could. The taste of him—dark, heady, laced with the remnants of bitter wine—spread across my tongue, and my senses drowned in him. His scent was everywhere, intoxicating—a mix of rain-dampened fabric, something woody, something unmistakably Adrian. I froze, my mind spiraling in the sh
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05The Cure Is you A Warning.
°ADRIAN° Silence stretched between us—not suffocating, but oddly comforting. Her words still echoed in my mind. "I'm not leaving." I didn’t know what she meant. Maybe I didn’t want to. But for once, I wasn’t searching for answers. Instead, I shifted, moving beside her and leaning back against the wall, stretching my legs as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. She didn’t question my distance. Didn’t try to fill the quiet with unnecessary words. I was grateful for that. Because none of this was supposed to happen. I had played out a hundred ways this night could end. But not this. Not standing in front of the girl who once saved me—only to find out she was Serena. Not kissing her. Fuck. I kissed her. And I could still taste it. The sweetness of her lips—faint, like chocolate melting on my tongue. The way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer. How she responded—hesitant at first, then something deeper, something raw. I closed my eyes, bu
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-06The Cure Is you Stay With Me.
°SERENA° The world hasn’t stopped spinning. I could still hear the screech of tires echoing in my skull, my hands trembling as they curled into Adrian’s shirt—fisting the fabric like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. We could have died. The thought slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. We could have been crushed. We could have— A shiver crawled down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, sucking in a shaky breath. Focus, Serena. You’re okay. He’s okay. My grip on Adrian loosened just as he shifted, his head snapping toward the window. I followed his gaze. The van. It was already gone. I flinched when he moved. His hands were already unclasping his seatbelt, his entire body wound tight, sharp-edged, ready to do something. Panic surged through me. No. Without thinking, I reached for him, grabbing his sleeve before he could step out. "Where are you going?" My voice wavered, breathless, but I tightened my grip. I didn’t care if I sounded
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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 mo
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 on
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
