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Chapter 249

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Adrian’s POV

The ball thudded dully against the brick wall. Over and over. My palm had long stopped feeling it. My feet were bare against the gravel, the sun sinking low enough to turn the brownstone shadows gold. I hadn’t planned to stand out here all afternoon, but sometimes silence is louder than anything else.

I heard the gate before I saw him, the metallic clink of intent. I didn’t need to look to know it was Alessandro.

The air around him always changed, static, precise, too controlled to be casual. I caught the ball and turned slowly. There he was, dressed like he’d just stepped off a GQ cover shoot, tailored elegance and sharpened features. Sunglasses pushed into slicked-back hair, coat hanging just right. Like he belonged in a boardroom, not my damn courtyard.

“You come to glare or talk?” I asked, more tired than anything.

“I came to end this,” he said.

I snorted. “You sound like a Bond villain.”

He didn’t smile. Just stepped forward like the ground owed him passage.

“I spoke
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  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 252

    Sarah POVSaturday NightHis hand clamped around my wrist like steel, warm surging up my arm where his fingers held as well firmly to be courteous. Not sufficient to bruise,not however, but sufficient to form my beat falter in its beat."Dance with me," he remarked, his tone soft yet pierced by a pointed implement. There was no doubt. The man I had been dancing with tensed behind me, but I did not turn to face him.Because Alessandro was already pulling me in.The crowd didn’t notice. The music was too loud, all bass and sweat and strobe. Lights flashed across his face like a storm breaking, shadow and silver, rage and something dangerously close to desperation.I tried to tug my wrist free. “Alessandro..”He didn’t let go.Instep, he spun me toward him, his hand moving to the lower portion of my back, drawing me close, as well close, until there was no room cleared out to breathe in. His body squeezed against mine, strong and persistent, his movements think however effective, command

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 251

    Sarah POVSaturday NightThe zipper scarcely made it past my ribs before I cursed under my breath.“God, why did I let you talk me into this?” I muttered, yanking the fabric back up again.“Because you’re hot,” Ester said, flopping onto my bed with a glass of wine in hand, smirking like she was the devil in silk. “And because it’s been a year, Sarah. A whole year since you went out and reminded the world you’re not just someone’s mother or ex-wife or ex-lover. You’re you.”I looked at my reflection.The black dress was a second skin. Silk, low cut, sleeveless, with a slit that flirted dangerously high on my thigh. The kind of dress I would’ve worn two years ago without blinking. Before Gabriel. Before my body changed. Before the marriage, the betrayal, the heartbreak.“You can breathe, right?” Ester teased.“Barely.”“Perfect.” She got up and fixed a strand of my hair behind my ear, her eyes softening.“You’re not hiding tonight. Not behind corporate armour, or mom jeans. No blazers.

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 250

    Alessandro POVThree days laterI stood outside her apartment building, the wind biting through my coat. Spring in the city was a liar sun above, frost beneath. My hands were in my pockets, gripping the leather box like it might break if I held it any tighter. Three days since the courtyard. Three days since Adrian and I had drawn the line neither of us could erase.I hadn’t seen Sarah for long time.She hadn’t answered my texts.Not after the boardroom. Not after Marcus Lang. Not even after I sent flowers to her office with a card that said nothing but “Forgive me for the silence that screamed.”Nothing.Now, I was here.The doorman recognised me, hesitated, but didn’t stop me. I didn’t even bother with the elevator. I needed the walk. The slow ascent. Something to match the knots in my stomach and the pulse in my throat. By the time I reached her door, I’d rehearsed the words a hundred times. None of them sounded good enough.I knocked.No sound.I knocked again, gentler this time.

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 249

    Adrian’s POVThe ball thudded dully against the brick wall. Over and over. My palm had long stopped feeling it. My feet were bare against the gravel, the sun sinking low enough to turn the brownstone shadows gold. I hadn’t planned to stand out here all afternoon, but sometimes silence is louder than anything else.I heard the gate before I saw him, the metallic clink of intent. I didn’t need to look to know it was Alessandro.The air around him always changed, static, precise, too controlled to be casual. I caught the ball and turned slowly. There he was, dressed like he’d just stepped off a GQ cover shoot, tailored elegance and sharpened features. Sunglasses pushed into slicked-back hair, coat hanging just right. Like he belonged in a boardroom, not my damn courtyard.“You come to glare or talk?” I asked, more tired than anything.“I came to end this,” he said.I snorted. “You sound like a Bond villain.”He didn’t smile. Just stepped forward like the ground owed him passage.“I spoke

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 248

    Sarah’s POVMonday EveningThe stroller rolled smoothly down the familiar pavement, its rhythm syncing with the quiet hum of my thoughts. Gabriel chattered delicately, his small hand wrapped around an extravagant giraffe, and for once, I permitted myself to grin without wavering. The sun filtered through the spring canopy above, dappling the walkway with warmth. The city was alive but soft around the edges, the noise dampened under the golden hour haze.These walks had become sacred. A breath between boardroom battles and late-night feeding schedules. A ritual that reminded me of who I was without the noise. Without Alessandro. Without Adrian. Without any of the shadows clinging to my name. Out here, pushing my son through the city I helped conquer, I could remember who I really was not the woman they tried to break.But the city never lets peace last long.I was three blocks from our favorite café, just turning the corner onto Amsterdam when I heard it high heels and higher voices. T

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 247

    Alessandro's POVThree months had passed since the chaos. Since Sarah looked through me like I was nothing. Since I made sure Marcus Lang would never speak her name again in any boardroom without flinching. Since I began cleaning up the mess I’d once walked away from. A mess I’d helped create.I wasn’t a man who believed in ghosts. But Mira? She haunted everything.The way she’d slithered into Sarah’s life with a smile and a knife behind her back. The way she trusted up to Adrian, feeding him everything he needed to manipulate Sarah during her most vulnerable time. And the worst part? I’d known she was dirty, long before Sarah did. And I did nothing. I waited.Watched. Calculated.But not anymore.It’s my time now.I had made sure, for three full months, that neither Sarah nor Gabriel could be touched. Discreet protection, ironclad NDAs for everyone even remotely connected to Mira. Personal conflicts, Financial audits, information leaks, evidence surveillance. I wanted to be sure she

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 246

    Sarah POV Sunday, New York CityThe café was one of those comfortable West Town staples, daylight spilling through tall windows, the discuss thick with the fragrance of dim cook and warm cake, and mumbled discussions coasting underneath a jazz playlist that never attempted as well difficult. It was the kind of put I utilized to pass on my way some place else, promising myself I'd halt in sometime in the not so distant future.Today, that someday had finally arrived. Baby carrier in tow, my hair loosely knotted, a silk scarf thrown over a white button down like armor disguised as ease.Ester was already seated when I walked in, a carafe of orange juice and two steaming cappuccinos waiting between us. She lit up the moment she saw me, rising partway from her chair not for me, but for Gabriel, tucked snugly against my chest and calmly dozing.“There’s my favorite small man,” she cooed, brushing a finger along his cheek. “And the woman who’s somehow glowing on four hours of sleep.”“I’m

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 245

    Alessandro POVThe boardroom was glass, steel, and tension.I sat across from Sarah, watching her command the room like it was built for her. Every word she spoke sliced clean through the noise, her tone measured, her posture regal. The charcoal suit she wore was sharp, uncompromising but it wasn’t just the tailoring. It was her.The Sarah Darell I used to know had evolved, sharpened, crystallized into something formidable.She didn’t look at me once. Not directly.And I hated how much that got to me.Adrian sat two seats down from her right, overly eager, interrupting, trying to match her stride. She didn’t even flinch. Just corrected him with a composed smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The room shifted then. Every man in that space saw her,really saw her, and realized she wasn’t a voice in the room, she was the room. And still, she didn’t glance my way. Not when I offered a slight nod, not when Adrian stole glances. She was ice, purpose, and distance.I clenched my jaw, feeling tha

  • Wedcuffed   Chapter 244

    Sarah’s POVEvening – New York CityDim lighting, polished wood paneling, and the gentle clink of wine glasses carried the silence of well-timed discussions as the restaurant shone like a jewel box nestled into a quiet Manhattan nook. Elegant without becoming garishI arrived five minutes early, as always. Punctuality wasn’t just a habit,it was a language of respect.The hostess, warm and discreet, led me to a table near the window. Outside, the city shimmered, alive with weekend energy. Inside, I was all poise silk blouse, tailored trousers, hair pinned back in soft waves, red lipstick immaculately in place. I hadn’t dressed for him. I’d dressed for the woman I became when I refused to shrink.7:58 p.m.I glanced at my phone.Nothing.By 8:10, my first glass of wine was gone. The waiter offered another with a gentle smile that said he was used to seeing women wait, and I hated that.By 8:25, I stopped pretending. The second place setting stared at me like a bad joke. The waiter ret

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