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The Cure Is you Her Last Chance.
°ADRIAN° Cassandra followed me into my office, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. "You don't have to," I said flatly. "Serena won’t eavesdrop." She turned to face me, still clutching the flowers like they were her last lifeline. They were meant for Serena, and a wave of irritation coursed through me at the sight of them in her hands. "Who is she?" The question came out laced with something sharp, something demanding. "My wife." Her breath hitched. "She isn’t," she whispered. "You don’t love her." "She is." I clenched my jaw. "And that’s none of your business." My patience was wearing thin. I didn’t have time for her dramatics. "Why are you here, Cassandra?" She stepped forward, her fingers tightening around the bouquet. "Isn’t it obvious?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her eyes shone with unshed tears. "I love you, Adrian, and—" "And I would have believed that five years ago." Her lips trembled. "Adrian, I’m sorry." "Sorry?" A humorl
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-11The Cure Is you Still His Wife.
°SERENA° I heard his footsteps before his voice. "Serena, come out." I yanked the blanket over my head. Nope. Not happening. After the way he had practically told me I was nothing, why did he suddenly have time for me? "I don’t want to," I muttered, staring at the ceiling. My voice sounded flat, drained. Good. Maybe he’d take the hint and walk away. Silence. For a moment, I thought—finally, some peace. But then— "Come out and eat." Oh. Now he cared if I ate? A laugh almost slipped out, but I swallowed it down. How convenient. Where was this sudden concern when he decided to let his ex move into our house? "Why don’t you call your fiancée?" I snapped. Petty? Maybe. Deserved? Absolutely. A pause. Then, his voice, calm as ever, like I hadn’t just thrown a knife at him: "She isn’t my fiancée." Oh, right. "Your lover, then." "No." Liar. "So why do you still remember me, then?" The words just... slipped out. And the second they did, I wished I could s
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-11The Cure Is you Back Together.
°ADRIAN° The morning felt off. Heavy. Like the house itself was suffocating under an unspoken tension. Serena was silent. No rushed footsteps. No clinking dishes. No sarcastic remarks thrown my way. Just an unsettling stillness. She wasn’t pouting. Not exactly. But she was doing that thing—pretending she didn’t care when, in reality, it was all she could think about. And I knew why. The way she had staked her claim at dinner last night. It would have been amusing. If only it didn’t irritate me just as much. She knew. She knew Cassandra meant nothing to me. So why was she acting like this? "Shall we go?" I asked as she slipped on her shoes. Serena barely spared me a glance. "You're coming with me?" "Yeah. I'll drop you off and then continue." Since Timothy was supposed to drive her, I figured I’d join anyway. "Your wish," she muttered, turning away. We stepped out. The early morning air was crisp, but it did nothing to cut through the tension between us. Out
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12The Cure Is you Locked Out.
°SERENA° Evening had settled in, and Tim barely waited for me to shut the door before speeding off. I really needed to talk to Adrian about this. Earlier, it was fine—Tim wasn’t going anywhere. But now? He was driving over half an hour just to drop me off. Yeah, no. That’s weird. Too weird. I sighed. There was already too much I had to talk to Adrian about. "I will tell you when the time is right." What does that even mean? Right for whom? Because for me, the right time was yesterday. Actually, scratch that—the right time was the exact second he decided to keep something from me. Annoyed, I shook my head and twisted the key into the lock—only for it to stop halfway. Locked. From the inside. What the—? Confusion hit first. Then irritation. And then? Full-blown, what-the-actual-hell kind of anger. Why would she lock the door? That show-off woman—who does she think she is? Queen of the house? Because I have news for her: that title belongs to me. Grinding my teet
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13The Cure Is you A Son.
°ADRIAN° “I mean, she has her quirks, Serena. You’re overreacting.” Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face. “Overreacting?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. I exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t mean it like that.” “Then how did you mean it?” she snapped. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like you’re excusing her. Again.” I clenched my jaw. “I’m not excusing anyone. Cassandra’s always been like this—she acts first, thinks later. It’s not personal.” Serena let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Not personal?” she echoed. “Right. Of course. I’m the one making a big deal out of nothing.” I knew exactly where this argument was going—her walking away, shutting me out. I wasn’t letting that happen. “Come with me.” My voice was firm as I caught her wrist, my grip unyielding but not forceful. “Adrian—” “Kitchen. Now.” She didn’t resist, but her reluctance was clear. The moment we stepped inside, I let go. She leaned aga
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-14The Cure Is you The Ache Of A Mother.
°CASSANDRA° "I am trying! What the hell else do you want me to do?" I snapped into the phone, my voice raw, cracking under the weight of my frustration. My fingers dug into my palm, my nails biting deep enough to leave crescent-shaped wounds. "Try harder," the voice on the other end spat, cold and merciless. "Or do you need another reminder of what’s at stake?" A chill crawled down my spine, its icy fingers wrapping around my throat. My breath hitched. "Don't," I whispered, my voice barely a sound. "Then do as you're told." I shut my eyes, shaking my head violently. "She won’t believe me! No matter what I say, no matter how much I push her, she won’t believe me!" My voice cracked, a raw wound splitting open. "She’s too damn blind, too lost in him!" "Then make her see." Their tone was slow, deliberate, cruel. "Unless, of course, you’d rather have me remind your son why his mother can’t protect him." Everything inside me stilled. My stomach twisted so violently I though
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-14The Cure Is you Fading Hopes.
°SERENA° I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as Adrian's words echoed relentlessly in my head. "I will bring him back, even if everything's at stake." His promise to Cassandra wasn’t just a promise—it was a declaration. But who was he talking about? Why did it feel like the ground beneath my feet had just cracked open? Who could he possibly be talking about? I didn’t know what to do with this new piece of information. Part of me wanted to march up to Adrian, demand answers right there, but... well, that had never exactly gone well before. I mean, really, I should’ve learned by now that being impulsive wasn’t going to get me anywhere. But still, the thought of confronting him lingered in my mind like a bad idea I couldn't quite shake off. Even if I asked him now, he would just say, 'I’ll tell you when the time is right,' and I’d fall for it every time, only to feel empty again. But if I truly mattered to him, wouldn’t he tell me? Wouldn’t he
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-16The Cure Is you A Solid Proof.
°ADRIAN° I left the house early in the morning. I don’t know what else to do. Two days ago, my life was exactly as I planned. Now, out of nowhere, everything is spiraling out of control. I have a son. A damn son. One I had no idea about. And the worst part? I don’t even know where he is. Cassandra didn’t give me much—just dropped the bombshell and handed me a worn-out photo. An old, faded image of a boy who’s supposed to be mine. Her words still echo in my head, taunting me, daring me to unravel the truth. I promised her I’d bring him back. But how? How does any of this work? What will Serena feel when she finds out? Will she accept him? I inhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. Fuck, I have no idea. Right then, my phone buzzes. Fred’s name flashes on the screen. He’s the one tracking the kid since I dropped the news on them last night. He’s good—one of the best. And it helps that Cassandra was careless enough to apply here. We already had enough i
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-16
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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, a distant dog barking, someone arguing on the phone. Life’s moving. I’m not. It’s been a week since the dust began to settle. Since the sirens faded, the courtrooms emptied, and the scars—visible and not—started to ache less. 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 breathing. He dropped to his knees, hands trembling, begging to be forgiven. I thought I’d feel something—rage, disgust. But like my gold-digging little firecracker said, there’s nothing left to
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 force my eyes open
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't deserve this. I
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 min
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
The Cure Is you A Leverage.
°SERENA° I woke up with a sharp jolt, my head dizzy and heavy, as if it had been struck by a hammer. My eyes fluttered open, but the world spun in a blur. Where am I? Last I remembered, I was with Tim. We were supposed to go to Nina’s house. I could still feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, the laughter in the air as we joked about old memories... But now? Now, I was here. I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light filtering through cracked windows. The room smelled musty, like damp wood and stale air. My fingers tingled from the tightness of the ropes around my wrists, and my legs were bound just as tightly to the legs of the chair. The cold wood beneath me seemed to seep through my clothes, making my skin crawl. How did I end up here? Why am I here? Panic started to claw at my chest as I tugged at the ropes, the rough fibers scraping against my skin. My heart hammered in my chest, every beat a reminder that I was trapped. I tried to recall how I got to this hellish p
The Cure Is you A Betrayal.
°ADRIAN° "Yes. And it begins with—" My phone rang. A shrill, stabbing sound that cut through the room like a blade. I stopped mid-sentence, breath caught mid-chest. Fuck. Annoyed, I pulled it from my pocket—half-ready to snap at whoever dared to— Then the world dropped out from under me. Victor’s face filled the screen. Smiling. No—grinning, smug and twisted, like he’d won a game I didn’t even know we were still playing. His eyes sparkled with something feral, something unholy. Then the camera tilted. My heart turned to stone. Serena. Tied to a chair. Hair clinging to her face, her lips cracked, trembling. A bruise darkened one cheek—deep, fresh. Like someone had slammed their palm across her face. "Adrian..." she whispered. And I couldn’t breathe. Air wouldn’t come. My lungs were locked in ice. He hit her? HE FUCKING HIT HER? My hands clenched around the phone, trembling with barely controlled violence. I could feel the heat rise up my neck, my chest—
The Cure Is you Love and Ruin.
°EVELYN° Adrian Royce. The Royce heir stood before me—just as he had five years ago—unflinching, unreadable, and devastatingly composed. But he wasn’t the same boy I once pitied. No. That shattered boy with a broken spine was long gone. In his place stood a man carved from silence and sharpened by betrayal. And in his eyes, I saw every secret I thought I had buried claw its way back to the surface. Was this the reckoning I had feared? The collapse of everything I had built with blood, deception, and a twisted kind of love? He didn’t speak. Just walked in with the quiet arrogance of someone who owned the air I breathed—like he knew exactly what it cost me to stand tall. Behind him, that bastard friend of his carried the file—that file—the one that should’ve remained ash and dust. Five years of silence, and still, Adrian found a way to exhume the corpses I buried with trembling hands. I shouldn’t have arranged his marriage. Not to Serena. It was Anna who was meant for
