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CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21ADRIENLuca’s secretary was already waiting outside the office door when I stepped out, tablet in hand, her heels barely making a sound on the marble floors. She looked up, and her brows arched slightly when she saw me.“You must be Adrien,” she said, lips curling in a faint smile.I grinned. “That’s me. And you are the girl who somehow manages not to commit homicide in here every day.”Her laugh was light. “I’ve come close. I’m Liana.”“Of course you are.” I offered my hand. “Your actually look like this lady in a kdrama I watched recently..I’ve forgotten it.”Her eyes lit up. “You watch K-dramas?”“Are you kidding? I breathe them.”“OMG” She squealed.We started walking toward the elevators together, her stride easy and unbothered. It was strange—how quickly we slipped into a rhythm. Like old friends who just hadn’t met yet.“You know, I always suspected the boss watches them too,” she said, smirking. “He came in one morning with red eyes, looking like someone had died. I

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 22LUCAMy pen scratched against the final page of a multi-million-dollar merger—second one today—and my neck ached from the hours hunched over my desk. The office had grown quiet. Even Liana had left at seven sharp.I rubbed the back of my neck, leaned back in my chair, and exhaled.Where the hell was Adrien?I tapped the intercom. “Adrien.”No answer.I frowned, standing up. “Adrien,” I said again, this time louder as I opened my door.And there he was.Asleep on the leather couch outside my office, one arm curled beneath his head, long lashes resting on flushed cheeks, his lips slightly parted in a way that made my breath hitch.God.I stood there a moment too long. Just staring like a fucking creep.His shirt had come slightly untucked, revealing a slim strip of skin at his waist. His lips—full, soft, obscene. The kind of lips a man wanted wrapped around something filthy. I didn’t even realize I was imagining it until I shifted and felt the tight pressure in my pants.“Fuc

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 23ADRIEN I didn’t scream this time. That was progress, right?But I woke up gasping, heart thundering harder than the storm outside. My sheets clung to my skin like they were trying to strangle me. Sweat soaked the collar of my sleep shirt, and my chest heaved like I’d run ten miles.Thunder cracked again—loud, too loud. The kind that shakes windows and bones alike.I flinched, curling in on myself.“Fuck,” I whispered, pressing my hands to my ears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”It was just thunder. Just a storm.I wasn’t back there.I wasn’t in that room.I wasn’t shackled.I wasn’t bleeding.But the second the lightning lit up the room, white and violent, I saw his face.Not Luca.Him.My breathing turned erratic.My hands trembled as I grabbed the sheets, pulling them over my head like a child, hoping maybe the dark would keep the memories out.It didn’t.The sound of the thunder—so raw and sudden—sent spikes of terror down my spine. I couldn’t stop seeing that moment. The door sla

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 24LUCAI couldn’t sleep.The office work was finished. Every file signed, every message replied to, every possible distraction exhausted.Still, my eyes kept drifting to the hallway outside my room. It was nearing four in the morning, and Adrien hadn’t made a single sound. He was usually tossing around in his room by now. But tonight? Nothing.And the storm outside still hadn’t let up. Thunder cracked again, loud and close. I ran a hand down my face, jaw clenched. I wasn’t worried. He was probably fine. Probably sleeping.Still—I rose from the leather chair in my room, ran a hand through my hair, and walked down the hallway barefoot. I didn’t bother knocking.The door wasn’t even locked.The lights were off. The curtains drawn. The bed untouched.And Adrien—“Adrien?” I called, voice firm but quiet.No response.I stepped inside. Cold air hit me first. Then—Then I saw him.Collapsed on the bathroom floor, curled in on himself. Shirt half off. Skin pale with sweat.But that

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 25ADRIEN I woke up to silence.The storm had passed.Soft gray light filtered in through the curtains, casting a pale glow across the room. My mouth was dry, my limbs stiff and heavy like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. My head pounded, but not as hard as the wave of discomfort that washed over me the moment I opened my eyes.I blinked.The sheets were damp.Not soaked—but enough that I could tell I’d been sweating. A lot.I sat up slowly, groaning as every muscle in my body protested.And then it hit me.The thunder.The bathroom.The floor.The burning.I remembered collapsing.And before that—trying not to cry. Trying not to scream. Trying to be okay like I always was.I exhaled shakily, lifting a hand to press against my temple.Then I looked down.I was shirtless.The sheet had fallen down to my waist, leaving my chest bare. My breath caught in my throat.Oh, no.No, no, no.I scrambled to the edge of the bed and grabbed the nearest shirt—a black oversized one that defi

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 26LUCAThe smell of dark roast filled the kitchen as I stood by the window, coffee steaming in one hand, silence thick in the air. I hadn’t slept much—not since that night. Adrien had been locked in that room for two days. Refusing food. Avoiding me.And then this morning, like nothing happened, he came down the stairs all smiles, like sunshine after a damn hurricane.“Good morning,” Adrien said cheerfully, bare feet padding against the floor, hair still damp from a shower, skin too pale for my liking—but his grin? Fucking blinding.I blinked at him over the rim of my mug. “You good?”“Never better.” He leaned on the kitchen island, picked up a piece of fruit, then popped a grape into his mouth with a wink. “Ready to work.”I raised a brow. “You don’t look ready. You look like someone who needs another day in bed.”He rolled his eyes dramatically, tossing another grape between his lips. “You keeping me in this house is more cruel than kidnapping me.”“You were kidnapped,” I d

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 27ADRIENI was practically drooling.I mean, seriously—what kind of hella fine sorcery was this place?Slick bodies, tight pants, glitter, and the kind of men that could make a priest sin twice before Sunday. It was like the gods of temptation gathered and said, “Let’s bless Adrien today.”Luca had disappeared into some back room with slick-haired mafia bastards to discuss contracts or whatever rich murdery men do. And me? I was told, “Just wait here, Adrien.”Sure.I waited for about five minutes, tops. Then I was exploring like Dora on poppers.The main club was already hot—but when I slipped past a velvet curtain and down a narrow staircase, the air changed. Heavy with cologne, sweat, and sex. The music was deeper here, more bass than beat. A few shirtless dancers spun lazily on poles, hips glistening under violet lights.And there—there—was a man leaning against the wall with the kind of smirk that told you he knew how pretty he was. Blonde, shirtless, tattoos licking dow

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 28LUCAI could hear myself breathing harder than I should’ve been. Adrien was beside me in the backseat, one leg crossed over the other like he hadn’t just undone every system I spent years perfecting. And somehow, he was still looking at me like I was the problem.I leaned against the window, dragging a hand down my face. “He’s just provoking you,” I muttered under my breath. “He’s just a brat. You’re not—”“Home or work, sir?” the driver asked through the partition, voice casual like I wasn’t in the middle of a crisis.I looked at Adrien. He raised an eyebrow, then smirked—smirked. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking.“Fuck it,” I muttered. “Home. Take a detour through the hills.”“Yes, sir.”Adrien let out a low laugh. “You really don’t do well with impulse control, huh?”I cut my eyes toward him. “You think this is for you?”“Oh no,” he said, leaning in, voice low and sweet and venomous. “This is clearly just a straight man having a very straight day.”“Don’t start.

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 29ADRIENBy the time I padded into the kitchen, Luca was already nursing a glass of bourbon like it owed him money. His back was to me, but his posture was all tension—shoulders stiff, one hand clenched on the counter, like the liquor wasn’t doing shit for the war he was trying to contain.I took my time walking in, still smug, still humming with the kind of satisfaction that made my skin feel too tight. My lips were swollen. My throat raw. My knees ached, and I felt amazing.“Hi, sunshine,” I said, tugging open the fridge. He didn’t turn around. “Don’t start.”“Oh, I’m not starting anything. I’m just saying—”“I said don’t start, Adrien.”I smiled to myself and grabbed a bottle of water, then leaned against the counter, facing him. “Okay. Then I’ll finish. You’re not straight.”That did it. He turned so fast I half-expected the glass to shatter in his hand.“What the fuck did you just say to me?”“I said,” I repeated slowly, taking a sip, “you’re not straight. You might be

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 30LUCAI told him to take another car.It was simple. I didn’t want to see his face. Not after last night. Not after the shit he said. Not after the things I let him do—the things I did. I needed space. Silence. Control.“Take the black SUV,” I’d said that morning without looking at him. “You’re not coming with me.”He’d looked at me, jaw tight. “Fine. Coward.”I ignored him. I had to ignore him.He left. I left. That should’ve been the end of it.But it wasn’t.Thirty minutes into my meeting, I checked my phone. Nothing.Forty-five minutes. Still nothing.I texted him.Where are you?No response.I called the driver. It rang. No answer.I called Adrien. Straight to voicemail.Something in my stomach twisted. Uneasy. Cold.I tried the driver again.Nothing.Again.Nothing.And then the silence stopped being about avoidance, and started tasting like danger.I stood up from the conference table mid-sentence.“Mr. Moretti?” one of the board members asked.“Handle it,” I muttere

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