Chapter 7
“Please state your name and occupation for the record,” the prosecutor said, her voice firm and commanding.
“A—Adrianna Houston,” I stuttered my voice barely a whisper. “I was an intern under Lance Hamilton.
I stood at the witness stand, my heart racing with anxiety. I could feel Lance's eyes on me filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. He thought I was there to vindicate him, to tell the truth about the false evidence that my Father had planted but I couldn’t.
I held everything in me not to face his eyes. I wish I could help you, Lance. I wish I could but I meant nothing to my father, a pawn in his game.
“Can you describe your relationship with the defendant, Lance? The prosecutor asked, her eyes narrowing slightly……
I hesitated, feeling a knot form in my stomach. This was my final chance to redeem myself and save Lance but my Father is a ruthless and ambitious man. He would stop at nothing till he uproots any threat standing in his way. Lance's life and my sister's engagement were at risk.
“We ....we are in a romantic relationship,” I said finally, my voice cracking.
Lance's eyes snapped to mine, filled with a mixture of surprise and pain. Everybody gasped, including my Father. “Adrianna, what are you doing? he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the prosecutor. “ I'm telling the truth,”.
The prosecutor nodded, “And can you describe the events of the day in question?”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “Before his arrest, Lance and I were at the office discussing business but before then I had noticed his sneaky movements and I suspected him of being involved in an illegal business,”
I paused and forced my voice to crack and a fake sob left my mouth. “Then I confronted him but instead he became angry and aggressive, and I feared for my safety.”
(Three days back)
I sat in my father's office, my heart racing with anxiety. He stood behind his desk, his eyes blazing with anger.
“ You're going to testify against Lance, " he said, his voice low and menacing. “You're going to tell the court he assaulted you and you also suspected him of running an illegal business behind the company.
I shook my head, feeling a surge of fear. "Father, I don't know if I can do that. Lance didn't assault me. He's innocent."
My father's face darkened, and he slammed his fist on the desk. "You'll do as I say, Alexandra! You'll testify against Lance, or you'll suffer the consequences."
I felt a chill run down my spine as he walked around the desk and stood in front of me. "What consequences?" I whispered.
My father's eyes gleamed with malice. "If you don't testify against Lance, I'll make sure he's killed in jail. I have connections, Adrianna. I can make it happen."
I felt a wave of horror wash over me. "No, Father! You can't do that!"
My father's expression didn't change. "And that's not all. If you don't cooperate, I'll also break off your sister's engagement. She'll never marry the man she loves, all because of your disobedience."
I felt a pang of fear and guilt. My sister's engagement was just a few weeks away, and she was over the moon with happiness. I couldn't let my father ruin her happiness, not when she had already been through so much.
"Okay, Father," I whispered, feeling a sense of defeat. "I'll testify against Lance. I'll do whatever you want."
My father's expression changed, and he smiled a cold and calculating smile. "That's my good girl, Adrianna. I knew I could count on you."
(courtroom)
Lance's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step forward as if to protest. That's not true, he exclaimed, his voice rising. “ Adrianna you know that's not true…tell them the truth!”
The judge banged his gavel, his stern face. “Orders! The defendants will remain calm and composed.
I watched with a pained heart as his lawyer placed a restraining arm on his shoulder before whispering something to his ear.
I have seen Lance's charismatic, sexy, ambitious, and sweet side but nothing prepared me for seeing his broken side. He looked miserable as he tried to hide his tears.
I watched as I broke the only man that cared, loved, and listened to me. If I had gone ahead to betray my father, Lance didn't have the power to protect us from his wrath
I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away, trying to compose myself. “I am telling the truth, I had bruises and scratches on my arm and inner thigh!”
The courtroom fell silent as the judge's voice echoed through the room. "Lance, please stand before the court."
Lance stood up, his eyes fixed on the judge, his face pale and drawn. His lawyer stood beside him, a somber expression on his face.
"The court has found you guilty of assault and fraud," the judge declared, his voice firm and authoritative. "You have been convicted of a serious crime, and you must face the consequences."
Lance's eyes dropped, and he took a deep breath. He knew what was coming.
"It is the sentence of this court that you, Lance, be imprisoned for ten years," the judge pronounced, his voice echoing through the courtroom.
The room erupted into a flurry of activity as the courtroom deputies moved to take Lance into custody. His lawyer patted him on the back, a look of sympathy on his face.
Lance's eyes scanned the courtroom, searching for a familiar face. He spotted me, sitting in the back of the courtroom, my eyes fixed on him. For a moment, our eyes locked, and I saw a flash of pain and betrayal.
Then, he was gone, led away by the deputies as the courtroom erupted into chaos.
I sat in stunned silence, my mind reeling with the consequences of my actions. I had testified against Lance, and now he was going to prison. I felt a wave of guilt and regret wash over me, and I knew that I would never be able to forgive myself for what I had done.
Three days. That’s how long it’s been since Adrianna last saw Lance. And even though they share the same mansion, he’s become more of a ghost than a man. Always out. Always shuts himself away in his study when he’s home, the heavy door closed to everyone—everyone except Robert and Bianca.She can’t decide which is worse: his absence, or his presence when he acts like she doesn’t exist.Adrianna sits stiffly on the velvet settee in the private showroom, the scent of white peonies and polished oak hanging too sweetly in the air. Her fingers clutch the armrest like it’s a lifeline. Her thoughts are a whirlwind, and she doesn’t notice Bianca leaning closer.“Adrianna! Are you okay? You seem lost in thoughts,” Bianca says, her voice coated with feigned concern as she extends a delicate hand toward her.Adrianna flinches, a reflex more than a decision, and rises to her feet. “I’m okay—just got a bit carried away,” she murmurs, her tone polite but distant.Before Bianca can pry further, the
His hand fists her hair, pulling Adrianna even closer. All her insecurities and uncertainties vanish, just like they had all those years ago when they exchanged their first kiss in his apartment. He pulls her so roughly against him that she can feel his erection poking her thigh. Unable to stop herself, she slowly rocks her thigh against him, eager to feel his skin inside her. “You're fucking sex. Adrianna.” He growls, his voice low and husky. Without wasting time, he smashes their lips together. His lips possessively suck on her lower lips, his tongue slips past her lips expertly teasing a reaction out of me. Heat pools between her legs in response and she moans into the kiss. He groans harshly, his voice mixing with her as she lets out a whimper. Adrianna can't help but curl her hands in his hair. It’s crazy, this whole thing. It’s also intoxicating. They are becoming breathless but neither of them wants to stop the kiss.Lance then tears his lips away from hers to trail open-mout
The two maids that fell quickly scramble to their feet as if jolted by an unseen force. They bow so low their foreheads nearly kiss the polished marble floor, and then, with a rustle of their simple uniforms, they melt into the shadows of a nearby corner, their eyes wide and darting. Mrs. Vallerand, her perfectly painted lips thinning into a line of pure vexation, snatches her hand back as if it had been burned. “Hold this.” Immediately, another maid, her demeanor a study in practiced subservience, extends both hands, palms up, her head bowed in supplication. The ornate whip, its leather glinting ominously, drops into her waiting hands."You know how I loathe interruption," Mrs. Vallerand's voice slices through the tense air, each word coated with icy disdain, "especially during such… instructive moments." With an air of supreme entitlement, she peels off her exquisitely crafted leather glove, the soft pliant material whispering against her skin, and hands it to the waiting-maid.
“How dare you address me in such disparaging words?” Adrianna's hands slam onto the polished mahogany table. The sound slices through the air and the sudden force startles everyone; heads turn toward her, wide-eyed and anxious.In a whirlwind of raw fury, her usually vibrant eyes now blazing with incandescent rage, lock her gaze onto Lance. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and a tremor runs through her slender frame. Without a word, a swift, decisive move, she slips off her elegant stiletto heel and hurls it across the room, slicing through the air like a missile aimed directly at him. The impact leaves a purplish bruise but he doesn’t flinch, he doesn't even blink. Instead, he sits motionless, an inscrutable look painted across his face. His indifference only ignites Adrianna’s wrath further“Adrianna! This is barbaric!” Mrs. Vallerand’s sharp voice cuts through the tension like a knife, her face contorted in a mask of fury. "How dare you disrupt our family dinner? Maids!
Adrianna’s heart races as she stares at the television screen, the flickering images of her face juxtaposed against headlines that scream betrayal. The news anchors drone on, their voices dripping with curiosity and judgment. “Adrianna Houston, rumored mistress of billionaire Lance Vallerand, now faces scrutiny as his engagement to Bianca Hart approaches.” Her chest feels tight, a suffocating band constricting her lungs. Wade steps closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and disdain. "With your current reputation, Adrianna, it's…it's not advisable for you to return to the company for now. The board is in an uproar, and several investors are already talking about pulling out."The words finally pierce through the fog of Adrianna’s shock, each syllable a fresh wound. Her lips part, but no sound emerges. The company, the relentless climb, the desperate pursuit of her father’s approval – it all feels like it’s crumbling around her. Her carefully constructed world, built on amb
Adrianna has always been a morning person, she loves the soft glow of the yellow light on her skin, the chirps of the birds and new determination for the day. Her gaze drifts to her bandaged finger, the white strip a stark contrast against her skin. The memory of Lance kneeling before her, tending to the small wound flickers in her mind, a scene replayed with the vividness of a freshly painted portrait. His initial concern, the gentle insistence when she hesitated, the soft touch of his fingers as he applied the antiseptic and the band-aid, each detail sent a subtle tremor through her chest. She had tried to reject his help but he was persistent, as if he was tending to his lover. A warmth, unfamiliar and unsettling, blooms in its wake.Her attention snaps to the window, a sudden movement catching her eye. Through the glass, she observes Lance and Bianca. They stand close, though not intimately, a respectful distance maintained between them as they walk towards his car. One of Lance’