Semua Bab In Bed with My Shitty Ex and his Uncle: His Contractual wife: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elena’s POVShe repeated the question again.“Is it true your affair with Freya Marks led to her death?”Cameras stopped flashing as everyone went silent even the mics froze mid-air.Adrian didn’t move. He just looked at the reporter like he was debating whether to sue her or burn her career to the ground.Then, slowly, he smiled which was somehow worse.“I don’t answer questions based on gossip,” he said, voice calm but laced with something that sounded like angerThe woman pushed, “But her husband is filing…. ”“I said,” he cut in, sharper this time, “no comment.”Reporters started shouting over one another.“Did she die because of you?”“Was it an affair?”“Who’s the girl with you now?”“Is she the replacement?”I wanted to crawl under the table and evaporate. Security tried to push the media back, but the noise kept rising as the media became rowdy. A camera man climbed on a chair just to scream “Murder cover-up!”Adrian’s jaw clenched. I could see he was on the verge of explodin

Elena’s POVThe honeymoon suite looked like it came straight out of a billionaire Pinterest board.I stood there in my wedding dress still suffocating…..while Adrian Blackthorne poured himself a drink like he hadn’t just ruined my life in front of a thousand people.He didn’t look tired….or nervous….or even remotely human.He looked…Like every move was part of a bigger plan I hadn’t been allowed to read yet.“Take a seat,” he said finally, voice low but commanding.I crossed my arms. “If this is where you tell me I’ve been sold to a sex cult, at least let me drink first.”He didn’t smile. “It’s not that kind of contract.”He set a black leather folder on the glass table between us. The damn thing looked heavier than any of my dad's ledger back at home.“Of course there’s a contract,” I muttered, sitting anyway. “You probably have one for breathing too.”“Only when it involves someone I don’t trust.”He opened the folder, flipping through pages of neat, lawyerly print. “Clause one: thi

Elena’s POVI knew Adrian was rich.Like… billionaire rich.But nothing prepared me for this.The private jet was so big it had ROOMS.Plural.A bedroom….. A lounge and a dining area.I swear the bathroom was bigger than my entire apartment I had once shared with Liam back home.I stood there with my mouth open like a tourist seeing Times Square for the first time.Adrian walked past me, completely unfazed.“Don’t touch anything,” he said, dropping his jacket onto a leather chair that probably cost more than my organs.“Don’t touch anything?” I snorted. “Why? Will it explode?”“Possibly,” he muttered, tapping his tablet.He wasn’t joking. The smirk on my face disappeared. Knight hopped onto the long sofa like he owned it. The flight attendant smiled at him like he was royalty….. Honestly, Knight was treated better than most humans on earth.I collapsed into a seat opposite Adrian, trying to pretend I wasn’t freaking out inside.He looked at me like I was a toddler wobbling in heels.

Elena’s POVMy heart didn’t stop when he said my name.That would’ve been easier.Instead, it slowed.Like my body needed a second to decide whether it wanted to survive this moment or not.“I could ask the same of you,” the man said calmly, his voice smooth as polished marble.“Heiress Elena Carter.”For a second, the world went quiet.No buzzing chandelier.No distant laughter from the dining hall.No sound of my own breathing.Just him.And the painting behind me.I laughed.Not because it was funny.Because if I didn’t, I might actually lose my mind.“You’ve got the wrong girl,” I said quickly, words tumbling out a little too fast. “I don’t know what kind of fantasy you’re playing, but….”“Don’t,” he interrupted softly.Not loud or angry.Just… final.That’s when I knew this wasn’t a bluff.He closed the door behind him with a gentle click and leaned against it like we were about to have a casual conversation instead of him casually detonating my entire life.“You look exactly lik

Elena’s POVThe knife trembled in my hand.Not because I was scared….Because I was done. Sick of his family's bullshit.No wonder my father wanted them destroyed….. Just a bunch of problematic assholes.“Say it again,” I told Serena, my voice shaking but loud enough for the whole table. “Say one more thing and I'll cut your fucking throat out.”Serena’s eyes flicked to the knife.Then back to my face.She laughed. A soft, fake little sound.“You’re being dramatic,” she said. “Put that down before you embarrass yourself.”That was it.Something in me snapped so cleanly it scared me.I lifted the knife higher.“ELENA!” Cate shouted, standing up.Someone else yelled my name. I didn’t know who.Adrian moved half a step forward. “Elena.”The way he said my name was evident that he thought I was the problem.I looked straight at Serena.“You don’t get to talk to me,” I said. “Not here. Not ever.”Then…I slammed the knife down into the table.Hard….She flinched just like I knew she would.T