LOGINAdrian’s POVThe information I’d dug from Brianna Stewart was long after she had left the orphanage. She had been adopted into a reputable family when she was just nine years old.I remember the relief when I heard she didn’t grow in an uncomfortable household. The Stewarts weren’t old money wealthy but they had more than enough.I believed that Brianna was properl taken care of, adopted into a family that truly cherished her. I was so glad.Until I wasn’t.I continued investigating. I wanted to know more. How she ended up in the orphanage when she had a family she could have gone to.Her brother, her extended family. One call, and they could have found her and taken her out of there.That spiral led me to the other devastating information. The one I’d kept for so long and leveraged on selfishly.Brianna lost all her memories after that incident.After being in a serious state of comatose for almost a month, she woke up and couldn’t remember a thing. Not even her own name.The only r
Adrian’s POV I’d told so many lies that I’d lost count. In my bid to shield her from the truth and protect her memories, I’d told lie after lie.I’d start from the beginning.The first lie was told only weeks ago. I told her that I’d only seen her for the first time at that event she attended with the Stewarts.That was a lie.It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her. It went far beyond that day.Brianna and I went way back, farther than she could remember.I’d known Brianna since I was four. Although that first memory barely stuck because I was only a child myself, barely five, but I could say I’d known her since she was born.The thing was, our families had been close. Back then, when my parents were still alive and well, the Langley’s lived right beside our home. We were practically next-door neighbors.We were so close that we spent most of our time in each other’s houses. We adopted a dog together. We had a treehouse together, connecting to both houses.Our parents visited each oth
Brianna’s POV Silence pressed thickly in the room as the name dropped from my lips. I could hear nothing but my racing heart. I couldn't explain why the name came to me like it had sat at the tip of my tongue, I couldn’t tell how I even thought of the name or why. I also didn't remember ever seeing the man, but something about him felt achingly familiar.All eyes were on me. Adrian’s hold on my arm had tightened, I heard the quiet escape of breath that left his mouth. The man who my brain apparently recognized as Brandon stared at me wide eyed in disbelief.I repeated the name, as if repeating it would reveal the origin. "Brandon."Everyone waited with bated breath. I looked from Adrian's face, etched with shock and surprise, his brows drawn inward as he stared at my lips like he couldn't believe the word had come from me.I turned to the man who I was fairly certain that I had never seen before, yet my mind knew as Brandon. He was looking at me, with heavy emotion in his red rimme
Brianna’s POV I woke up to alarms blaring and a loud pounding in my head. It wasn’t just an alarm, it was loud like sirens blaring its way into my head. I groaned, coming to a stand.Through half lidded sleepy eyes, I come to find Adrian already up, still in his boxers from last night and disbelief, tousled hair that I’d ran my hands through last night.The sight made my heart race slightly before I stilled, coming to the realization that something was wrong. Adrian had a gun in his hand, staring out the window like it was a secret mission and he was scouting the perimeters. My eyes flung wide open now, every nerve in my body alert and not for reasons I was used to. My heart was in my throat, my hand gripping at the sheets covering my half naked body. “Adrian…,” I called cautiously, glancing around. “What is..why do you have a gun?”His eyes flew to mine as if just realising that I was awake. His easy smile was no longer there, his mouth was pulled into a thin line, his brows were
Adrian’s POV She looked fucking ethereal in this light. Close up as her brows folded in concentration trying to cut my beards. Her lips were drawn into her teeth and it took every ounce of self control not to pull her for a kiss. I’d spent days apart from her and I needed her like a fix, like a joint to an addict. I needed her so badly. I was this close to fucking all consequences and fucking her bare right there and I knew it wasn’t the right move. It was the wrong fucking move but I was this close to not giving a fuck. My hands gripped tightly at the slab where she sat. I could smell her sweet smell from here. It further increased my suffering. I inhaled her scent like I did of oxygen. “Brianna?” I called, my voice already low and gruff. She didn’t look away from the last patch of hair. “Hmmm,” she replied absentmindedly, not even aware that I was losing my sanity. “I’m almost done.” I could say the same for myself also. I was done waiting. I needed her. She ran the b
Adrian’s POV “Mi amor,” I heard him knock at the front door. His voice came in a hurried breath and I couldn’t help but rush to open. I frowned, looking over his face that was coated in white, something that looked like shaving cream. “What… what is going on here?” He sauntered into the room, moving me asife with his hand that held a shaving blade. “I need help, baby.” I frowned deeper, crossing my arms as I shut the door with a quiet click. “What are you doing here, Adrian? And I don’t remember asking you to come in.” He walked farther into the room, ignoring me before stopping just inches away from the bed. His eyes flicked toward it before landing on the table beside it, where the remains of my breakfast sat. Then he looked back at me. “Well, this is my room too,” he said casually. “And I need your help shaving.” I blinked before raising a brow. “What? Why would you need my help to shave? You’re a man. You can handle that yourself.” His lips immediately pulled into a pout,
I stare dumbfounded around me. Unable to process what was happening. There were about 10 people out to welcome me, their faces etched with a permanent genuine smile.It was almost like I’d been expected.My heart lurched in my chest. I wasn’t used to this kind of greeting. I didn’t even know what to
The following day, a car arrived at the Stewart mansion. A white Escalade as I peeped from the attic windows of my room.I didn’t get a wink of sleep the whole night. My eyelids burned at the lack of moisture but I didn’t even care.“They’re here for me.” I whisper to myself. Okay, this was really
After the announcement of my shotgun marriage in place of Emily. Dinner ended almost immediately, with everyone dispersing to their respective wings. That was the way things had always been in this cold house, there was no warmth. There was no laughter at dinner tables, no conversations about how
“Pack your things, you’re going to the Maserati home tomorrow,” father barked at me as I bowed sheepishly at the dining table. My heart stilled at the announcement. Me? Emily was supposed to be getting married to him. Why am I going there? “But…why?,” I started in a quiet voice, taken completel







