Semua Bab You Are Mine : Bab 21 - Bab 30

22“Adrianna!” comes his low, commanding voice, slicing through the darkness. “Do you think you can hide from me?” Her heart races as she steps back instinctively, disoriented by the storm of emotion crashing over her. The man she both desires and despises sits poised like a predator ready to strike, his intense gaze fixing upon her with unyielding intensity. “What are you doing here?” she demands, every ounce of her frustration pouring into her words, turning the air electric. “I'm here for you, Adrianna?” Lance replies languorously. He leans casually against the wall, his presence commanding and unyielding in the darkness of the room. He beckons Adrianna to him with a lazy smile, the corners of his lips curling up playfully. Yet, she hesitates, her heart pounding frantically in her chest. “No—and see yourself out, please.” Lance's smile widens and he walks toward her. Panic engulfs her as he approaches, triggering an instinctual need to flee. “Adrianna,” he purrs, stepping clos

“What the fuck are you—?? He drags her towards him, cutting her sentences midway. He envelopes her in an embrace that feels both warm and comforting. “Adrianna,” he murmurs, his voice rich and low. Adrianna feels confused about his latest action. “Why is Lance suddenly acting all nice and strange? What plan is he harboring?? She wonders. She instinctively strains against him, her hands pushing his solid forearms, but he remains unyielding. Lance's brow furrows, a line etching itself between his dark eyes. “Why does her sadness affect him so? He wonders a familiar ache tightening in his chest but he quickly dismisses the feelings. Caught in the moment, Adrianna finds herself softening against his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat on his chest. Raising her gaze, her eyes lock with his—dark, full of desire and a deep longing. It was clear that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. “I love you, Lance,” she confesses in her heart. Her tightens, faced with the reality, she must

“Does anyone hear that? Bianca exclaims, finally breaking the awkward atmosphere. A triumphant smile stretches across her face as she squeezes Lance's hand, likely savoring every moment while Adrianna stares wide-eyed at Lance, searching for any sign of his reaction. “You can leave now, Ramon,” Bianca instructs him, then faces Adrianna, trying so hard to hide her smug smile. “I feel overwhelmed,” Bianca exclaims, a triumphant smile stretching across her face as she squeezes Lance's hand. “This must be a joke,” Adrianna mutters to herself, trying very hard to steady her breath. Why did Lance keep his engagement from her? Is she that less of a human that he only keeps her by his side as a mistress?? She can't bear the pain anymore and slams her hand on my table. “Lance! What is this all about? She shouts, standing up from her seat. “Why did you hide this from me? Why do you like humiliating me?…..a sob escapes her throat. Lance's expression freezes, an inscrutable mask slipping ove

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’

“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!