All Chapters of You Are Mine : Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

Bianca’s gaze flicked across the room, her eyes catching the faint tremor in Adrianna’s hand as she set her glass down. That subtle, almost imperceptible break in posture… Bianca noticed it instantly.“You look… off,” Bianca said lightly, her head tilting as she studied Adrianna’s face. “Something happen?”Adrianna’s pulse spiked. The question was too close, too direct. Her mind scrambled, searching for something—anything—that would keep her from uttering the truth. The hospital call replayed in her head, but she couldn’t voice it. Not here. Not in front of them.“I—It’s nothing,” she stammered, her words slipping like sand through her fingers. “Just… a long day.”Bianca’s brows arched, a delicate mask of concern settling over her expression. “Oh? Long days don’t make people look like that. What happened?”Before Adrianna could answer, Adrian’s voice cut through the air like a steady blade.“She had a tragic night,” he said, stepping forward slightly, his gaze settling on his sister.

The sky hangs heavy, cloaked in a blanket of thick gray clouds. The air carries a biting chill, as though the heavens themselves are mourning. The cemetery is a sea of black—long coats, veils, gloves, and polished shoes pressing into damp earth. The scent of wet grass and roses lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of incense that drifts from the priest’s censer.The coffin lies at the center, gleaming dark mahogany framed by sprays of lilies. A dozen men take turns with the shovels, their movements slow and deliberate. Each scoop of earth lands with a muted thud against the coffin lid. Every sound feels like a hammer striking Adrianna’s chest. Her hands tremble, her lips quiver, and without realizing, she leans into Adrian for support. His hand is steady on her back, a quiet anchor in her storm.From the corner of her tear-blurred eyes, she sees him—Lance. He is still, tall and commanding even in grief, dressed in a tailored black designer shirt and trousers that fit him li

“Make your choice, live—and fight me, fight your way to the top or die here… like a coward.”Lance’s words echo mercilessly in Adrianna’s head. Even as she sits in the grand shareholder hall of the Houston Group, her fingers keep clicking the pen in her hand—click, click, click—like a metronome to her unsteady heartbeat.The venue is packed with power. Rows of shareholders in tailored suits and jewel-toned gowns sit beneath the gleam of crystal chandeliers. The long oval conference table at the center is filled with board members, advisors, and attorneys. A massive screen dominates the front wall, currently lit up with bar graphs, pie charts, and glowing numbers.And at the podium—radiating pride and arrogance—stands Wade.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Wade says smoothly, his voice amplified by the microphone, “under my stewardship, Houston Group has experienced a twenty-one percent growth in revenue this quarter, exceeding projections.” He clicks his remote, and the next slide appears—char