Todos os capítulos de The Cure Is you: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

°SERENA° A shot tore through the air, a deafening crack that sent my heart slamming against my ribs. The bullet hit the stone wall behind us, sending shards flying. The sound echoed in my ears like a scream that wouldn’t stop. Every heartbeat felt like thunder, and I couldn’t tell if the ground was shaking or if it was just me. All I could think was: we almost died. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The world blurred around me—except for Adrian, standing firm in front of me, shielding me with his body. My hands were shaking. My legs felt like they would give out. I wanted to tell him to get down, to stop making himself a target, but the words stuck in my throat, strangled by fear. "Get in! Move, move!" Adrian’s voice was sharp, commanding. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside. My feet stumbled over the threshold, my ears still ringing from the shot. As soon as we were in, he slammed the door shut, locking it with a brutal twist of the bolt. His breathing was ragged, his

°SERENA° "Never again," he said, pressing his forehead against mine. And just like that, I trusted him again. This time, I only hoped he wouldn’t break me. His lips moved against my skin—soft, lingering kisses, pecking every inch of my face. Heat bloomed beneath his touch. My skin burned—too hot, too aware. "I want you in my life, Serena. Not just for now. Not just for this moment. Forever." His voice trembled slightly, but there was no hesitation—only certainty. A lump formed in my throat, a strange mix of relief and disbelief tightening my chest. I had spent so long doubting, questioning, building walls of my own, but at that moment, every one of them crumbled. There were no more secrets, no more unspoken fears. Just him. Just us. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let go. The fear, the doubt, the weight of everything I had held onto for so long—it all melted away. All that remained was the warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breath against

°ADRIAN° She looked up at me, confusion flickering in her wide eyes, a slight crease forming between her brows at my sudden halt. The warmth of her body beneath mine, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers gripped my shoulders—it all made stopping feel impossible. But I forced myself to breathe, to rein in the urgency thrumming through my veins. I gave her a small, almost rueful smile, brushing my knuckles along her flushed cheek. “I don’t have any protection, and I know you’re not on the pill…” My voice was low, edged with restraint, though the tension in my body betrayed just how much control it took to say those words. Realization dawned in her eyes, her face flushing a deeper shade of rose. Her lips parted slightly, a shaky breath escaping as she processed my words. “So… what should we do?” she asked, her voice softer now, uncertain yet laced with something deeper. I exhaled, steadying myself. “We can get a Plan B pill if you're okay with that… or we can stop

°ADRIAN° "What?" She looked at me, confused, as I stepped closer. I didn’t answer. Instead, I tangled my fingers into her hair, pulled her flush against me, and claimed her lips in a slow, deep kiss—tantalizing, unhurried. The taste of her lip balm, sweet and minty, mixed with the warmth of her mouth, anchoring me to the moment like nothing else ever could. I could kiss her all day and never get bored. When I finally pulled back, giving her space to breathe, her lips were slightly swollen, her lip balm completely ruined. My thumb traced her lower lip, savoring the way her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, as if memorizing the feeling. A soft hum escaped her lips—unintentional, raw. "That’s what," I murmured. "Adrian, this is a public place," she whispered, but she didn’t step away. I smirked. "Still, you loved it." Right then, my phone buzzed. A flicker of irritation ran through me—until I saw the caller ID. Fred. I unlocked my phone. "Adrian

°VICTOR° "Open your eyes, slut," my mother spat, her voice slicing through the stale air like a whip. Cassandra lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, her body limp, the last traces of the sedative still weighing her down. "Mom, she's still drugged," I said, rolling my shoulders. "She should’ve been up by now," she snapped, tapping her manicured nails against the armrest. "But I suppose she’s just that useless." "Relax. She’s with us now—" A sharp gasp tore from Cassandra’s lips. Her fingers twitched, brows pulling together. Then—her lashes fluttered open. For a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. Her pupils dilated, her breathing erratic as she fought to focus. Then, realization struck. "Victor…" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but drenched in something raw—hope. Pathetic. She reached for me, but I shifted, just enough for her fingers to miss. "You're finally awake," I murmured, tilting my head as if observing something delicate. Something fragile. And she was fra