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18– Adaline

Penulis: Beauty
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-09 10:25:29

I’m irritated and I have my reasons.

Firstly: Michael’s PA, or guard, or… whatever he is to Michael—has refused to give me my phone. His excuse? He’s acting on direct orders from his boss.

Secondly: when I finally was able to get my hands on the landline, I called my father multiple times, and he didn’t answer even one call. Then I called Michael. The infuriating man didn’t answer my call either.

Hours later, I’ve still not heard from both of them. No, from three of them. Kate apparently joined the ‘avoid Adaline’s call by all means’ team.

Fuck them.

I’m pacing the living room, my eyes moving around the space, my mind convincing me to relax and take in the beauty of Michael’s home. I don’t let it.

Is it a beautiful home? Yes. But that is the least of my problems.

I do what I always do when I’m nervous: chew on my nails.

It’s not until late into the night that I hear the sound of cars screeching to a stop in front of the manor. I stop my pacing and stand, my wide eyes to the door
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    The fluorescent lights in this goddamn hallway are too bright. The walls are too white and too clean it’s almost blinding.The beeping of machines that echo through the hallway is unnerving.The soft chatters ringing in my ears has become irritating.My shoes hit the tile again and again with steady… maybe unsteady thuds as I pace back and forth, worn grooves into the floor in my mind, maybe in reality too. I don’t know. I don’t care.I can’t sit. I can’t breathe. I can’t do a damn thing except move. Forward. Back. Forward. Back.A fucking cycle.The red sign above the emergency theatre blinks, and I swear it hasn’t stopped since they rolled her in.My woman is in there, fighting for her life and all I can do is pace this goddamn overly perfect floors.All I see in my mind is her pained face, her skin stained with her own blood… She was barely breathing.She was…I scrub a hand down my face, tasting salt and metal. My jaw is clenched so tight it feels like it might crack. I catch

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   94– Michael

    I feel giddy tonight. For the first time in thirty days, I finally had the opportunity to be so close with my woman and the feeling was exhilarating. My blood is still pulsing with desire. My car still smells like her. I still hear her little defiant voice in my head.And before you start asking why it took a month to see her again, I’ve come to understand that Adaline struggles to focus when she’s distracted. I’m her distraction. And If I hadn’t given her space to soak into her creative element, she wouldn’t have produced such phenomenal designs that wowed everyone tonight.So it was worth it—watching her get her accolades and knowing we had to sacrifice our need to be close to each other for her to achieve this milestone. I flatten my palm over where she sat and feel something underneath my skin. Her purse. A wider smile curls my lips. This is just another excuse to see her again tonight. Maybe this time, I’ll be adamant about having that coffee. And I’ll probably end up holding h

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   93– Adaline

    “Adaline Black? Your wife?!” my voice is incredulous as I fold my arms over my chest, pinning Michael with a glare.And yet, he looks so unbothered. He leans casually against the car door, a smug half-smile tugging at his lips. “You were smiling when I said it, and you didn’t deny it. And it’s the truth.” I let out a scoff, throwing my hands in the air. “Did you expect me to frown? To deny it? So that I’d give them something to rip me apart with, seeing how you already gained their favor?” Michael’s smile widens, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “Are you ashamed?” he asks, voice maddeningly calm.I knit my brows together, confusion flickering across my face. “What?”“Are you ashamed to be introduced as Mrs. Black? Am I not worthy of being the husband of the almighty Adaline?”I let out a laugh. “I don’t see a ring on my finger!” “I’ll get you one. Actually, I’m having one made specially for you right now.” He declares, his eyes dropping to my finger.“Oh, and now that you’v

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   92– Adaline

    One month later.“Miss Daniels!”I spin around, eyes searching through the space, trying to figure out who just called me. The moment I spot Mrs. Alora Mount, a smile spreads across my lips.We weave through the sea of organizers, all rushing around to put everything in order before the guests start arriving. When we’re close enough, we greet each other with cheek kisses.“It’s so nice to see you again, Mrs. Mount. You look as radiant as ever,” I say, practically squealing with excitement.She chuckles, shaking her head. “Please, call me Alora.”I grin. “Not until you start calling me Ada.”We both laugh.Alora Mount is the wife of Keylor Mount, one of the biggest businessmen in New York City. And she’s not just his wife—she’s built a brand of her own in the fashion and beauty world.Everyone knows she leveraged her husband’s influence to climb up fast, and she never tried to hide it. I admire that about her—unapologetic, strategic, and powerful.We’re collaborating on a showcase toni

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    “I should be at the fashion house, Michael. I have a lot of work to catch up on.” My voice is exhausted as Michael slows his car by the drive.He rolls his eyes like the sassy man he is. “Get out of the car, Adaline.”Yes, sir!I step out of the car, and Michael is behind me in a flash, his hand resting on my lower back, guiding me into the manor while my legs tremble from the exertion of what we just did—AKA our passionate rendezvous in the office and the car.I can still feel the heat lingering on my skin. I exhale a breath, smoothening down my dress with my hands, as though wanting to somehow erase the evidence of what happened between us.Michael glances down at me, his face smug, his expression one of complete satisfaction. His lips twitch into a knowing smirk every time he glances my way, and it only makes my cheeks burn hotter.“Don’t smile at me like that, you freak.”“Don’t be so shy, baby, you’re my wife.”“Yeah?” I raise a playful brow, “I don’t see a ring on my finger.”He

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   90– Adaline

    My legs are still trembling from the effect of that toe curling orgasm as Michael and I stroll through the hallway and step into the elevator, descending in tense silence. The air thickens with every ding of the elevator on every floor reached, and I keep swallowing down the lump forming in my throat.His promise echoes in my head.He said he’d take me home. Make me crawl to him. Then make me beg for all the stress I’ve put him through.Whose home? Mine? His?Why do I have to be the one to beg?He should crawl to me.My cheeks burn. It’s been a while since I’ve seen this feral side of Michael, and the anticipation shakes me to my core. I gasp when his hand settles on the small of my back—possessive, firm, and sure—guiding me toward his car. My heart pounds against my ribcage, beating so fast I can barely keep up with my breath.When we reach the car, Michael opens the passenger door for me. I slide in and flash him a soft smile, trying to read his mood.Why is he so quiet?What’s goi

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   89– Michael

    The kiss is slow at first, just gentle brushes, testing, tasting like we’re rediscovering each other after months apart. It almost feels like Ada and I are afraid of letting ourselves go.I cup her face, my thumb grazing the soft curve of her cheek. She sighs against my mouth. The sound stirs something primal in me. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss.Her hands find my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. She tugs at the fabric, her lips parting to let my tongue in. My fingers thread into her hair as I angle further, devouring her mouth.“Fuck,” I groan, my cock thickening in my pants, aching to be freed.Every thread of restraint snaps. I tighten my grip on her hair. Hard. She whimpers, and the sound... fuck, the sound lights me up from the inside.I growl at the melodic sound, nipping at her bottom lip. She shudders, pressing her chest into mine as though wanting to disappear into me. Ada mewls when I bite her bottom lip again. I soothe the sting with my tongue. Her nails skim dow

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   88– Michael

    “I think whatever you told Mia has spread like wildfire,” Adaline teases, nodding toward a group of kids whispering excitedly as we pass. “They can’t stop staring at us.”I smirk. Warmth rises in my chest. “It’s fine if they know, but you? You’ll never find out.”She groans, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “You’re so. . .impossible.”Of course I am.I pull her with me, showing her around the large building, answering her questions—the ones she keeps throwing at me nonstop.It’s a large building, built like an estate and big enough to hold thousands of children. There’s an in-built school, a playground, religious centers… just everything that makes it seem like home.And bringing Adaline here today, watching her gush over this and show kindness to the kids in ways I didn’t expect? It warms my soul. This is a huge part of my life, a part I’ve never revealed to anyone. So Adaline being here is my first step at fully accepting that what we share truly is forever.There’s no going back.

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   87– Michael

    The sun hasn’t risen yet when I pull up outside the Daniels’ estate. Today, I’m just by myself, no driver, no assistant. Just me. It’s the only way I can get time alone with Adaline, even if I’m not inside yet.I’m in grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt, a baseball cap pulled low on my head. Casual. Soft. A version of myself I reserve only for her.She’s probably still curled up in bed, considering how exhausted she must be from working so hard. One thing I love about her the most. I don’t want to disturb her sleep yet, so I wait. I sit in my car for hours, watching the sky lighten, letting the silence wrap around me like a cold blanket.As I wait, my mind wanders to many places, pulling me deep into thought.I keep replaying last night. I keep thinking about how she sat across from me again, in candlelight, eyes on mine. It felt so peaceful to see her smile, laugh, gush, and tease me. And yet, the night didn’t exactly end as I had anticipated. It was an open ending—no hard feelings

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