《You Are Mine 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

“Thank you, Inspector Moris. That will be all.”Wade keeps the curve of a charming smile plastered on his face as he rises from behind his oak desk. His eyes follow the inspector until the man finally disappears out the door.The instant the latch clicks shut, Wade’s smile vanishes.“Damn him!” Wade snarls, slamming his palm on the desk with such force that the pen holder tips over and scatters pens across the carpet. The sharp noise reverberates in the silence of his office.He paces the length of the room like a caged animal, chest rising and falling in fury. His office, decorated with rich mahogany and heavy leather chairs, feels suddenly too small, suffocating with his anger.“Lance,” he spits the name as though it were poison. “Always one step ahead. Always walking around like he owns the world. But you—” Wade jabs a finger at the darkened window where his reflection stares back at him, “—you won’t get the last laugh.”His breath fogs faintly on the glass as he leans closer, star

The bouquet is the first thing Adrianna sees.White lilies, wrapped in pale paper, their fragrance soft but insistent. They look almost out of place in Bianca’s hands, as though she’s carrying someone else’s heart. Adrianna blinks at them, startled, and her gaze slides toward Lance. He stands a few feet away, a glass of wine in hand, his expression unreadable—though his eyes linger on her, watching, measuring.The silence stretches until Bianca, ever the performer, breaks it.“These,” she says brightly, lifting the bouquet toward Adrianna, “are from my brother.”Adrianna’s lips part. “Adrian…?”“Yes, Adrian,” Bianca confirms, almost sing-song, as if the name itself is something she enjoys rolling on her tongue. “He insisted I bring them to you. Practically begged me, actually. You should have seen him—pacing his study like some lovesick schoolboy.” She giggles, tilting her head. “So dramatic.”A surprised laugh slips from Adrianna before she can stop it. Her heart stirs with warmth, e

Adrianna finally breaks the stare with Adrian. Her chest rises and falls faster than she wants him to notice. Why is he like this? Why does he keep giving her gentleness when all her life of late has been nothing but cold stares, harsh words, and bruising silence?Her mind whirls like a puzzle with missing pieces. She tightens the towel around herself and looks at him, her voice hushed but quivering.“Adrian… why are you so kind to me?”He blinks, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”“You barely know me. And yet, you’re always… there. Smiling, listening, caring. My life is a mess, Adrian. Full of negativity, sadness, and—” her voice cracks, “I’m scared I’ll pass it onto you. Your warmth… I’ll only drain it.”Adrian takes a step closer, his eyes steady. “You couldn’t drain me even if you tried. Do you really not see it, Adrianna? I want to be here for you. Not out of pity, not out of obligation. But because—”His voice falters. He swallows, his courage pressing against his ribcage. Th

“My dear, that was clumsy.”Victoria doesn’t flinch as the wine drips down her arm, staining the silk of her dress. Instead, she reaches calmly for a napkin, dabbing at her skin with elegant precision. Her smile is delicate, almost bored. “You really must learn table manners before you try to take a married man.”The blonde across from her tilts her head, lips curling into a smirk. She leans back in her chair, perfectly poised, eyes glittering with youthful arrogance. “Oh, I’d say I’m doing just fine. After all… your husband seems to prefer my company, doesn’t he?”For a moment, Victoria’s expression falters. Just a flicker — the tightening of her jaw, the slight drop of her smile. The blonde notices, her grin widening with triumph.Victoria recovers instantly, sliding the napkin back onto the table as if the stain doesn’t matter. “Thank you for the stain, darling. It’ll remind me that Wade has terrible taste when he’s bored.”“Take back your word,” the Blonde threatens. Wade shifts

It has been a week since the night Victoria fell down the stairs, the night Wade’s rage stole the life inside her. A week since blood spread across the marble floor like a curse no one could wash away.The hospital doctors say she is doing better, that her body is healing. But the truth is that Adrianna knows the wound is far deeper than the doctors can see. Even so, Victoria is responding to treatments, and today, finally, she will be discharged.Adrianna has made herself part of her sister’s recovery, almost to the point of obsession. She sits by her bed every morning and every night, brushing Victoria’s hair, spooning soup between her lips when she refuses to eat, talking about anything and everything to coax her back into the world.Now, in her own room, Adrianna stands in front of the vanity, staring at her reflection. She picks up the perfume bottle and presses the nozzle. A mist drifts through the air — a mingling of vanilla, bright citrus, and the soft, almost haunting scent o