Semua Bab The CEO'S Little Lamb : Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER 111LARA'S POVBy the time I left Sadie and Ethan's house, my head was spinning. The conversation had given me exactly what I'd wanted and exactly what I hadn't wanted. Perspective.The drive back to my apartment felt much longer than usual. The sunset casting it orange glow on my face as Ethan's words continued replaying in my mind."What do you actually know about Adrian?"At the time, I'd hated the question. Now? I hated it even more. Because he had been painfully right. I loved Adrian. There was no point denying it. I loved his smile, his protectiveness, the way he remembered small details, the way he made me feel important, safe and wanted.But was that the same thing as truly knowing him? I wasn't so sure anymore. The realization left an uncomfortable weight in my chest.When I finally reached my apartment building, I found myself scanning the area before getting out of the car. The habit had become automatic. Every parked vehicle, every stranger, every shadow and every

CHAPTER 113ADRIAN’S POVI knew something was wrong before I even confirmed it.It wasn’t a feeling. It was a pattern. Lara wasn’t just hiding things—she was strategically concealing them. Someone or Martina was feeding her fear in carefully measured doses, and I was done playing blind.So I did what I hated most. I checked.Not through her. She would never forgive me. But I needed the truth more than her permission.What I found made my blood turn to ice.Deleted messages from Martina. Every one of them laced with poison disguised as concern. Searches on her phone: “Sofia Moretti. Adrian Romano past relationships. Can someone change after trauma.”But the worst part wasn’t the digging. It was the fear driving it. Lara wasn’t doubting me because she wanted to, she was doubting me because that bitch had made her feel like she had to.Then I saw the courier office records. She’d tried to trace a package alone. A package she never mentioned.My grip crushed the phone. She’d bee

CHAPTER 115ADRIAN'S POVI stood in that parking lot long after Lara left. Long after Sadie and Ethan drove away. Long after the last customer exited the café. The city continued moving around me. Life went on.But for me, everything felt frozen. The image of Lara crying replayed over and over inside my head. The tremble in her voice. The disappointment in her eyes. The way she had looked at me when she said she needed space.Space. I hated that word. Not because she was wrong for asking for it. I deserved it. I deserved her anger, her disappointment., maybe even her hatred.But I wasn't sure I could survive losing her.My gaze dropped to my bleeding knuckles. The cut was deep. Blood still stained my hand. Yet I barely felt it.Physical pain was simple. This wasn't. This was far worse.For years, I had convinced myself that burying the past was the same as leaving it behind..Apparently, I was wrong.Because the past had finally caught up with me. And it had chosen Lara as its victim.

CHAPTER 117ADRIAN'S POVLife without Lara was becoming unbearable. I missed everything about her. Her smile, her random messages throughout the day. The way she'd casually walk into my office and completely destroy my concentration.Her scent, her voice, her face, her laugh, her warmth and her body. Her everything.I should have apologized properly. I should have explained everything that night. Instead, I had let my anger get the better of me.Now I was paying for it. Every single seconds. Lara had asked for space. And I respected her enough to give it to her. That didn't make it any easier.For the past week, I had barely slept. I kept typing messages only to delete them seconds later. Long paragraphs with explanations, qpologies even confessions.Anything that might make her understand. Then I'd remember her tear-filled eyes and delete everything. If she wanted space, I would give it to her Even if it was driving me insane.Which, judging from my current condition, it was. That w

CHAPTER 119 LARA'S POV I was physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually tired. Tired in a way sleep couldn't fix. The scandal had only been online for a few days, but it felt like years. Every morning I woke up hoping things would be better. Every morning I was disappointed. People were still talking.Still whispering and speculating. The videos had disappeared from most websites and social media platforms. Someone powerful had clearly stepped in. I didn't need anyone to tell me who. Adrian. But the damage had already been done. The clips were gone but the rumors weren't. People had downloaded them. Shared them. Discussed them. Created stories around them. And somehow I had become the villain in most versions. A woman chasing a billionaire. A woman using tears to manipulate him. A woman trying to trap a wealthy man. It was ridiculous. Yet thousands believed it. I had stopped reading comments days ago. For my own sanity. Still, the words lingered. Sometimes I'd be brus