Adrian From Secret Life Novels & Stories

I asked but just as quickly as the thought came, it also disappeared. Adrian was the son of one of the city’s wealthy families. On what occasion would he have even set his eyes on me if not for Elena? And he would very much go for a working lady who has her life figured out than a college student who doesn't even know if psychology was the right path to go down the lane even when her final year semester was about to begin. I was a mess. There's a reason why he would choose Elena over me time and time again. I bit my bottom lip, the towel falling down my hand as the curiosity rolled around in my head again. Not curious about who he would choose but… How did Adrian in real life sound like when

My eyes flicked to Ian, he had a slight smile on his face, "I don't get you, yes or no." "He's that way when he's with the woman that matters the most in his life." He answered. "Oh." I mumbled. Is he secretly dating someone? "I guess I talked to somebody, right?" Adrian asked but was met with utter silence. "I'll just go ahead and post that video." Like a switch, he blinked rapidly and then slightly turned his head to look at Adrian. "Which video?" He asked, his voice calm and collected. Adrian smirked. "The one from the club, it's just a button away." He was enjoying the attention he was getting and I sat there in silence watching the exchange.

What begins as an awkward reconnection slowly becomes a dangerous attraction as Veronica realizes Adrian’s interest in her isn’t new. It’s something he’s been waiting years to act on. ADRIAN’S PROFILE Adrian Cole is twenty four years old, our nerdy tech founder and cyber security prodigy grew up as the awkward, invisible neighbor’s kid. He was that Skinny, Quiet kid that was always reading but always watching. He’s the kind of boy adults forget exists. Except she didn’t forget him. When Adrian was sixteen, she once sat beside him outside while drunk and crying about her husband. She leaned against him and even though It meant nothing to her as at then, it meant everything to him.

Ten AM. Adrian set his phone down and walked to the bathroom, got a quick shower and changed into a more comfortable clothes. Ordered room service. By the time he finished eating, it was past midnight. He climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow he’d talk to a stranger about his failed marriage. About his mistakes. About the fact that he’d destroyed the best thing in his life and didn’t realize it until it was gone. Adrian closed his eyes and tried to sleep. -----

She simply held him, grounding him. A few moments passed before Adrian finally eased his grip enough for her to pull back slightly. He didn’t let go of her; he just loosened his hold a bit for her to see his face. His eyes were glassy, the sheen of tears threatening to spill but held back by sheer force. “Adrian…” she breathed, her thumb brushing along his jawline. “You don’t have to be strong right now.” He held her gaze—silent, raw. He didn’t know how to tell her that his entire life had been built on secrets.

Suddenly, an idea popped in my mind. “I… I have someone in my life,” I confessed nervously, voice barely above a whisper. “There’s someone else, I love. I can’t marry you.” Nicholas and Dante widened their eyes in shock. The girls knew exactly who I meant- I had been quietly searching for Eric for years. Stella gave me a subtle, desperate look, silently begging me to be careful. Adrian’s expression shifted instantly. His eyes darkened to pure black, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his lips. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. He stood up from the couch with lethal grace, towering and powerful.

“Wait. You two know each other?” Adrian laughed. “Apparently.” I shook my head without saying a word. Sandra was just about to speak when Vanessa held her arms. “That’s Adrain Graham. The most popular football star after Jace Stanford. He was our senior.” She whispered loud enough for me to hear. Then she cleared her throat loudly. The moment shattered. Adrian turned toward her. His expression changed. The warmth disappeared. “So.” Vanessa crossed her arms. “So?” He looked at her calmly. “You were saying something.”

Like he wanted to prove something. I melted, because of course I did. His lips were warm, careful. His thumb traced my jaw, and I leaned in without thinking, without caring about anything but him. When we finally pulled apart, I pressed my forehead to his. “I don’t want to be your secret.” “You’re not,” he whispered. “You’re the realest thing in my life.” We didn’t study that night. We lay side by side on my bed, staring at the ceiling like idiots.

“I want my daughter to be happy. That’s why I thought that my brother-in-law would be a good choice. He’s not a perfect man, but I believed that he would keep her life stable. Had I known beforehand that you both were seeing each other… I might have not considered Gregg in the first place.” Even though Leonard said that, Elena couldn’t believe it. She felt that her dad was lying through her teeth. “I will be frank, Uncle. There’s nothing to hide among us,” Adrian said. “I’ve been loving Elena for as long as I can remember. I don’t know when my likeness toward her turned into love, but I have never considered another woman as my partner other than Elena since I was fourteen. Not even in my dr

"Adrian... who was that?" Adrian didn't answer for a long moment. He walked over to the window. "That," Adrian said, his voice like cracking ice, "is Julian. The secret my father buried in a Swiss grave twenty-five years ago." He turned back to Lila, and for the first time, she saw a shadow of fear in his eyes. "The gala wasn't the end, Lila. It was the opening bell. Marcus and Linda were just the noise. The real war for the Sterling name has just begun."