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86– Adaline

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“I think I got myself a stalker.”

Michael’s shoulders stiffen and he sits up straight, brows furrowed. He’s staring at me cautiously as though wanting to understand what I just said, or maybe understand if I’m serious or trying to pull his legs.

I stare at him too, lips pursed, eyes focused. When he curls a brow at me, I lift my shoulders in a shrug.

“When did you find this out?” Michael asks, his voice thick.

“It’s been a while. Two weeks maybe.” My voice is nonchalant, and I yawn, already feeling the exhaustion crawling through me.

He lets out a heavy exhale. “And you’re just telling me this?”

Again, I shrug.

This… whatever this is, it’s none of my business. My business is staying focus to the things that matter to me, and that includes my business, my family, and my future. A netizen is the last of my worry.

But tonight’s video is unsettling. Not because of the content of the video, but because I’m starting to understand that the face behind this anonymous account is someone with
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  • 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

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   86– Adaline

    “I think I got myself a stalker.”Michael’s shoulders stiffen and he sits up straight, brows furrowed. He’s staring at me cautiously as though wanting to understand what I just said, or maybe understand if I’m serious or trying to pull his legs.I stare at him too, lips pursed, eyes focused. When he curls a brow at me, I lift my shoulders in a shrug.“When did you find this out?” Michael asks, his voice thick.“It’s been a while. Two weeks maybe.” My voice is nonchalant, and I yawn, already feeling the exhaustion crawling through me.He lets out a heavy exhale. “And you’re just telling me this?”Again, I shrug. This… whatever this is, it’s none of my business. My business is staying focus to the things that matter to me, and that includes my business, my family, and my future. A netizen is the last of my worry.But tonight’s video is unsettling. Not because of the content of the video, but because I’m starting to understand that the face behind this anonymous account is someone with

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   85– Adaline

    Tomorrow arrives quicker than I expect, and I can’t contain my nerves.I stand in front of my mirror, smoothing the soft fabric of my emerald-green dress. It fits perfectly—the neckline modest, but with just enough allure. I reach for a gold necklace and fasten it around my neck, my fingers trembling slightly. I tell myself it’s just the exhaustion from working for days on end. And maybe the excitement of the evening.I’m really anxious to see what Michael has in store, since he’s after all the king of surprises. Outside the building, Michael’s driver opens the back door of the limo and gestures for me to enter. I settle into the plush leather seat, releasing a soft sigh as my smile refuses to fade.When the driver slides into the front seat, I lean forward a little and ask, “Do you happen to know what Mr. Black has planned for tonight?”He smiles at me through the rearview mirror, eyes warm and a little amused. “How would a person like me know the details of such occasions, miss?” h

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   84– Adaline

    The day of the launch…The lights dim, and a soft golden glow bathes the runway as the final model makes her way down the platform. I follow beside her, my gown flowing in perfect sync with each graceful step I take. The crowd erupts into applause, cameras flashing bright against the dusky backdrop.I feel so overwhelmed and as my eyes sweep through the crowd, my heart beat falters. Because in the front row, Michael sits among the elite, one leg crossed over the other. He’s in a sharp suit, his poise maddening, and he stands out without even trying. His eyes aren’t on the spectacle, the models, or the designs.They’re on me.His gaze is steady, unflinching, and searing, lips tilted up. His eyes peel through my layers as though he's seeing into the girl underneath this one in this elegant dress and hugging this bouquet to her chest while she walks a runway with a supermodel wearing her own brand. My legs shake underneath me and I almost stumble. Why do I feel so excited to be watche

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   83– Adaline

    I am busy with work.That’s all there is to say. I’m not thinking about my relationship with Michael or the absence thereof. I’m not thinking about the way he looked at me while I stood in front of that elevator with my suitcase.I’m not thinking about the way Michael went from a man who couldn’t breathed without seeing me or speaking to me, to a man who doesn’t care to reach out to me days after I left his penthouse, to a man who didn’t care about how I felt before inviting his stupid nephew into a place that’s meant just for us.And that stupid Austin, I’m also not thinking about his audacity, the stupid smirk that curled his lips as he challenged me.Michael is mine, there’s no doubt in that. And I’ll soon rip him away from Austin in ways that’ll break him and his fragile ego, but for now, I need to keep my focus on the most important thing.My business is my priority for now.Men can wait.Love can wait.That emotional tug of war can wait, because for now, the only days I’m coun

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   82– Adaline

    I’m already throwing my things into my bags when I hear the front door open and familiar voices filter through the entire penthouse. And those voices grate my nerves. Gritting my teeth, I start to pack my things with more urgency, needing to get out of here before things get out of hand.I hear the room door open and close, steady steps thudding in echoes. I already know is Michael. Something clicks against the table and within a split second, his strong arms encases me and his warmth seeps into me from behind. Michael plants a kiss on the back of my head. I struggle to get away from him, but he doesn’t let me, just cages me there, continuously kissing my head until I calm down. “I’m sorry.”“Isn’t that your anthem?” I bite out.“I didn’t think—”“Who’s he with?” I cut him off, turning to face him.Michael swallows nervously. “His woman… the girl he cheated with.”I inhale a sharp breath, my chin trembling. This will be the first time I’ll come face to face with a girl I considered

  • To Hate, To Love, And To Wed   81– Adaline

    One week later…“Oh my God, Kate! The decor is absolutely phenomenal. The designer promised to give it her best and she hasn’t failed. I can’t wait to let Michael know we’re just a few weeks close to moving into our home!” I squeal into the phone.“And the fashion house?” Kate asks, her voice holding the same excitement.“I’m just coming from there now,” I inform her. “Everything is already in place. I have seamstresses working on the new designs I sketched and by tomorrow, the fabrics I ordered will come in. I have a meet with Mrs. Mount… we’re hoping to have a collaboration.”“Wow!” Kate’s voice booms with excitement, “everything is working out well then?”“Absolutely!” I answer with equal excitement. “I couldn’t be happier. Okay, talk to you later?”The call clicks to an end just as the elevator dings softly. I step into the penthouse, the familiar scent of bergamot and cedarwood wrapping around me like a welcome-home hug. The afternoon light spills across the marble floors, golden

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