All Chapters of THE CURSED NECKLACE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

*Elena stepped into the corner office, her heart hammering against her ribs. The room was all sharp lines and power—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling city, sleek modern furniture, and the faint scent of expensive leather and coffee. Behind the massive oak desk sat Adrian Moretti. He didn’t look up immediately, his dark head bent over a tablet, fingers scrolling with precise impatience. Even seated, his presence commanded the space: broad shoulders in a tailored charcoal suit, sharp jawline, and an aura of cold authority that made the air feel thinner.“Sit,” he said curtly, still not glancing at her.Elena lowered herself into the leather chair opposite him, smoothing her gray skirt with nervous hands. The faint sour smell of baby vomit clung to her despite the hurried wipe-down and extra perfume. Her black blouse felt wrinkled, her heels pinched after the rushed walk, and exhaustion from the sleepless night with Roberta weighed on her shoulders. She clutched her resum

Adrian stood in the silence of his penthouse, the city lights glittering far below like distant stars. The vast space felt empty, as always. He crossed to the heavy oak dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside, nestled among cufflinks and forgotten watches, lay the only thing that felt truly his: a small, smooth stone, dark as midnight with faint veins of crimson running through it. He picked it up, rolling it between his fingers. It was warm to the touch, grounding him in a way nothing else could. He didn’t know where it had come from or why it mattered, only that losing it would break something inside him.He shed his suit jacket, then the rest of his clothes, standing before the full-length mirror. Dark hair, neatly styled. Sharp blue eyes that stared back with quiet intensity. The body was strong, refined—everything the man known as Adrian Moretti should be. Yet it never felt completely his. He turned on the shower, stepping under the scalding spray, letting the constant pour of

Adrian arrived at the office earlier than usual, the penthouse feeling too quiet after another night of fragmented dreams. He settled behind his desk, expecting Elena to appear any moment with his coffee. She had been late before, but never this late. The clock ticked past 8:15, then 8:30. Her small desk outside remained empty, the chair neatly pushed in.He told himself she was simply delayed. Traffic. Daycare issues. The usual excuses single mothers made. Yet as the minutes stretched into an hour, irritation mixed with something sharper—concern he refused to name.A knock sounded. James, the lanky British colleague from marketing, stepped into the office holding a small card.“Mr. Moretti, I was hoping to take my break early to go see Elena. She wasn’t feeling well yesterday, and I wanted to check on her she’s at st kings hospital .”Adrian stared at him, shock freezing his expression for a long second. The sheer audacity of the request hit him like a slap. This man thought he could

Elena arrived at the office just before 8 AM, still pale but determined. The extra tests at the hospital had drained what little energy she had left, but she couldn’t afford another day off. She dropped her bag at her small desk and immediately headed to the break room to prepare Adrian’s coffee—black, no sugar, exactly as he liked it. The familiar routine grounded her. She needed to stay useful. The hospital bill, even partially covered, still loomed large in her mind.She balanced the steaming cup carefully and pushed open the door to Adrian’s office, planning to leave it on his desk before he arrived. The room was quiet, sunlight streaming through the tall windows.“Why are you bringing me coffee?”Elena startled violently at the deep voice behind her. The cup tilted. Her phone, which she had been holding in her other hand while checking a message from the daycare, slipped from her fingers and plunged straight into the hot coffee with a splash.“Oh no,” she whispered, eyes widening

Adrian leaned back in the leather seat of his car, the city blurring past the tinted windows. “Take me to the nearest boutique,” he told his driver, Daniel.“Boutique, sir?” Daniel asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.“Yes. Drive.”In the quiet of the backseat, Adrian twirled the small dark stone between his fingers. Its warmth grounded him, the faint crimson veins catching the light. He didn’t know why he was doing this. Only that the thought of Elena showing up to the company dinner in something ordinary—or worse, not showing up at all—felt wrong.The car stopped outside an upscale boutique. Adrian stepped out and was immediately greeted by eager staff. He waved them closer. “Show me the most beautiful dress you have in stock. Something elegant. Timeless.”They brought out several options. He rejected most with a curt shake of his head. Then one caught his eye—a flowing gold gown with delicate crystalline stones scattered across the fabric like captured starlight. The plunging ne