Semua Bab His Obsession with the Wrong Bride: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The hotel suite was silent, save for the steady tick of the antique clock on the wall.I stood by the window, veil discarded, staring out at the glittering skyline. The city lights looked mocking, like a thousand eyes watching, waiting for me to fail. My heart hammered as I heard the soft click of the door locking behind me.Adrian was here.I didn’t turn when his footsteps approached. I felt them—the slow, deliberate rhythm of a man who owned every space he entered.“You’ve been quiet all night,” his deep voice cut through the silence.My fingers clenched the curtain fabric. “It’s… a lot to take in.”A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Marriage tends to be.”And then he was behind me. His warmth pressed close, his reflection towering in the glass. His hands slid over my waist, firm, claiming. I stiffened, my pulse spiking.Don’t react. Don’t let him see you’re not her.“You look beautiful,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. The heat of his breath made me tremble. “Mo

The sun had fully risen by the time I stirred awake, every muscle in my body aching, every inch of me still tingling with the memory of his touch. I winced the moment I tried to move; the soreness was a cruel reminder of how thoroughly Adrian had claimed me.The sheets rustled, and before I could even slip out of bed, his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me back against the solid heat of his chest.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was still husky, laced with sleep yet carrying the authority that made my stomach twist.“I was just…” My throat felt dry. “Getting up.”“Mmm.” He nuzzled my hair, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Not without me.”My heart thumped wildly. It should have been sweet, romantic. But the way he said it felt more like a command than a request. Adrian Cruz wasn’t a man who allowed freedom once he had a hold of something. Or someone.“I need to freshen up,” I whispered, hoping he would release me.Instead, he chuckled, low and dark. “Good. Be

The hall was too quiet. My pulse raced as Celine’s eyes bored into me, sharp as glass.“You’re different,” she said again, arms crossed over her chest. Her tone was light, almost playful, but her stare was calculated. “I don’t know what it is yet… but something about you isn’t the same Alyssa I remember.”My throat went dry. “Different how?” I asked, forcing a small smile. “It’s only been a few months since we last saw each other, Celine. People change.”Her brows furrowed. “Not you. At least… not like this.” She tilted her head, studying me. “Alyssa used to be colder. Sharper. You were always so… untouchable. But now…” She stepped closer, her gaze narrowing. “Now you blush like a schoolgirl whenever Adrian looks at you.”I stiffened, heat rushing to my face at the mention of him.Celine’s lips curved. “See? That’s exactly what I mean.”Panic clawed at my chest. I had to think—fast. “Maybe marriage has changed me,” I said softly, lowering my gaze as if shy. “Adrian… he makes me feel t

The air in the bedroom still smelled of sweat and sin. My body ached from the way Adrian had made me unravel under his gaze, but my mind was a storm of guilt. Alyssa’s face flashed in my head, her voice before the accident echoing like a curse: “Don’t let him know… don’t tell him.”Yet here I was, drowning in her fiancé’s arms.Adrian hadn’t moved since I collapsed, still propped on his elbow, watching me like I was some rare, dangerous treasure he’d finally claimed. His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile as his fingers brushed my cheek.“You’re flushed,” he murmured. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come undone?”Shame surged through me. I tried to look away, but his grip on my chin forced my eyes back to his.“Don’t hide from me.” His voice hardened. “You gave me everything just now. And I’ll keep taking until there’s nothing left for anyone else.”“Adrian…” My whisper trembled, more plea than protest.His gaze darkened, hunger and something more dangerous swirling th

The morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden streaks across the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my trembling hands. The bruises on my wrists had faded, but the memory of Adrian’s tie binding me was still raw.I needed to see Alyssa.The guilt gnawed at me every waking hour. She was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life, while I lived hers—her fiancé, her home, her name. Every time Adrian touched me, I wanted to scream. Not only because of the shame but because my sister had trusted me to protect her secret.I rose quietly, slipping into a simple blouse and jeans. I didn’t plan to stay long. Just an hour at the hospital. Just enough to sit by her bedside and remind her that I hadn’t forgotten.But the moment I reached the foyer, Adrian’s voice cut through the silence.“Where are you going?”I froze, my heart pounding. He was descending the stairs, his dark suit impeccable, his tie perfectly knotted. His eyes, however, were sha