Adrian From Secret Life Novels & Stories

Fred assured me, "Adonis' human side is perfectly normal, as you can see, but he is unhappy and needs a cure for his wolf. He's been struggling with how to tell you because he cares about you deeply." I was listening to Fred, but my mind was somewhere else. Adonis, a stunning male of incredible strength and beauty. Was he capable of becoming such a monster? Of hurting others? Of hurting himself? Adonis, the man I was falling deeper in love with, harbored a secret that threatened to upend everything. I tried to put my worries aside. This was probably not the time to get emotional. "Iris, I can assure you that you are in good hands," Fred said. He assumed that my reaction was from shock and di

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

What if… The elevator chimed. Penthouse floor. I stepped into a private hallway with only one door. My hand trembled slightly as I knocked. Footsteps approached. The door swung open. Time stopped. Damien Cross stood in the doorway, his phone in his hand showing our chat history, his expression shifting from anticipation to shock to something I couldn't name. He was wearing dark slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, more casual than I'd ever seen him, and devastatingly handsome in the warm light spilling from the suite behind him.

But because the situation was so painfully ironic that it bordered on absurd. Still, the seriousness of it composed him quickly, and instead of pushing him away harshly, he placed a hand on Liam’s shoulder and gently tried to create some space between them. “Liam,” he said firmly. “It’s not Layla.” There was a pause, then Liam blinked slowly, his expression shifting as his vision struggled to refocus. “Adrian?” he mumbled. “Yes,” Adrian replied. “It’s me.” The realization hit Liam slowly. And just like that, the brief moment of relief that had lit up his face disappeared, replaced by the initial drunkenness.

Adrian's Pov "I do not like to be toiled with at any point! What is the meaning of this ?", I yelled out loud after I hanged up the call from Kelvin. My wife Stephanie sat down next to me while I got up in anger from the dinning table. She tried to calm me down ,but I was so furious . I had made plans to recieve some business associates from Greece that evening, who wanted to trade in an expensive Art work for a Golden chain.

To say the least; they were beaming with excitement to have Drake Spencer’s younger brother to model down the runway for them. The models and designers head upstairs to start measuring their models. Katrina stands behind the camera’s watching Alexandro’s every move. “Is he your boyfriend?” Alexandro asks Matilda, indicating with his head towards Jonathon. “Yes” she answers shyly as she gets her measurements taken by him. “He looks like someone I went to school with. Is he related to Emmett Peterson by any chnace?” Alexandro further questions, glancing over to Jonathon again as Quinten takes his measurements.

Samira didn’t know it, but she might have just saved me from what would have been a very isolated few weeks. She took a bite of a flaky croissant and leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was about to tell me a state secret. “Also, fair warning about Mr. Adrian?” I leaned in too, curious. “He’s... a mystery. Super nice. Super professional. But there's more to him than he shows.” I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” She shrugged dramatically. “No one really knows. Some say he’s a secret romantic man. Others say he’s part robot.”

“Yes, this is my greatest wish! He said if we date and have sex for some time, his body will get used to mine, his syndrome will stop and he'll stop hiring sexual partners.” “Hmm,” she sighed. “Let's see how this goes.” Adrian had one of the most peaceful siesta, probably because this was his first after having sex with the real love of his life. He felt so relaxed and cool with himself that he showered and wanted to drive and go see Estella, his eyes were so eager to see her again. It was 4 PM. While emerging from the dressing room where he had already dressed up, a call came up on his phone. He peered into the screen and his eyes blacked out.

The pieces began to click into place as realization dawned on me. Adrian is his son, and he ran away from home to pursue his dream. He is from the wealthy Roosevelt clan!

“He’s no one. Just someone from before. It’s not important.” Adrian stared at her for a long, heavy moment. The silence was suffocating. “I don’t believe you,” he said finally, voice quiet but sharp. “And I don’t like secrets. Whatever this is… it ends now. Or I will end it for you.” Lina’s breath caught. She looked away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. Adrian turned and walked toward his room, then paused at the hallway. “Be ready at 9:00 tomorrow for the brunch,” he said without turning around. “And Lina?”