All Chapters of You Are Mine : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The video ends. The sound of Wade’s voice still echoes from her phone. Adrianna lowers it slowly, her chest tight, eyes blazing with rage. Across from her, Wade sits sprawled between the two women, but his expression changes the moment the recording plays. His arrogance falters. The smirk dies.For a moment, silence.Then his fist clenches around his glass, veins popping against the skin. His jaw works like he’s grinding his teeth into dust.Adrianna leans forward on the sofa, her smile sharp, mocking. “Will this one also be debunked as fake, Wade?”Wade’s lips twitch. His eyes, dark as coal, lock onto her.“Where did you get that?” His voice is low, dangerous. “Who gave it to you?”Adrianna: laughs softly “Oh, you mean the little movie of you treating Victoria like she’s your punching bag? I wonder, Wade… how would the world react when the ‘beloved’ CEO of Houston Group is exposed as nothing more than a monster in a designer suit?”For a long, tense beat, Wade says nothing. The mask

The morning light streams through the sheer curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the wide expanse of the room. Adrianna stirs slowly, stretching against the silken sheets, her lashes fluttering as she takes in her surroundings.This isn’t her room.Her breath stills, then memories of last night seep back into her mind like tendrils of smoke—Lance’s hands washing her back, his voice low and unreadable, the weight of his arms pulling her close before sleep swallowed her whole. Heat creeps across her cheeks. She presses her palm against her face to hide the blush, even though no one is watching.God… She shakes her head. Why does his presence always make me feel… this way?She rolls to the other side of the bed, expecting to find him there, but her hand meets only the smooth coolness of untouched linen. The bedsheets are neatly tucked, as if no one has slept beside her at all.Adrianna frowns. Strange. Did he even come back to bed? Or did he leave me here on purpose?Her gaze drops

The cemetery is silent except for Adrianna’s sobs, sharp and guttural, tearing through the stillness like broken glass. She clutches at the soil beneath her, fists closing on damp grass, tearing it up by the roots as if the ground itself has wronged her. Her whole body heaves with grief, convulsing, her chest collapsing with every breath.The video keeps burning behind her eyelids. Every time she squeezes them shut, she sees it again—Lance’s mother falling, her frail body folding under the rain of fists and boots. The silent scream was etched into her mouth. The helplessness. The cruelty.Adrianna claws at the earth, dragging lines through mud and grass until dirt cakes beneath her fingernails. “Why?” The word rips from her throat, strangled, broken. “Why would they do this to her?!”Bianca’s shadow falls over her. She stands like a dark pillar against the washed-out sky, unshaken by Adrianna’s collapse. Her tone is quiet, almost soft, but it carries the weight of a blade pressing int

“Let's drive through the night. Your hair deserves to dance with the wind, not hang heavy like this.”Her lips part, hesitation flickering. But then she nods, small and fragile.“I assure you it is the fastest way to breathe in good air.”And so, they drive.The city falls away behind them.The road unfurls ahead, dark and endless, the headlights carving a pale tunnel through the night.The roof is open, and the wind rushes in, cool and liberating. It tangles through Adrianna’s hair, lifting it, tossing it back in waves. For the first time tonight, her lungs expand fully, filling with air that doesn’t burn.Adrian doesn’t look at her. His eyes remain forward, hands steady on the wheel. Yet his presence is palpable—calm, grounding, commanding without force.Forty minutes pass like this. Silence, save for the hum of the engine and the whisper of wind.Adrianna feels herself easing, the tight coil of grief loosening slightly. But the memory of Bianca’s voice returns, slithering back into

His voice catches, but he masks it with the scrape of a spoon against the pot. “And she believed in simple comforts. Said the world will break you in complicated ways, so you fight back with something simple.”Something in Adrianna cracks at that. Her throat tightens, words dissolving before they can form.Adrian doesn’t look at her as he pours the hot chocolate into two mugs. Steam curls up, carrying with it the rich, warm scent of cocoa. He slides one mug toward her across the counter.“Drink.”She hesitates, her fingers trembling as she wraps them around the porcelain. The first sip sends warmth flooding her chest, the sweetness lingering on her tongue. A sigh slips out before she can stop it.Adrian catches it. His brows lift, faint amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Better?”“You’re insufferable,” she mutters, but her lips twitch, betraying her.“And yet you’re still drinking.”Her cheeks warm—not from the chocolate. She tries to hide behind the mug, but his gaze is steady, unrel