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, her eyes glistened at that. Marthe came out the kitchen wearing the other apron she owned. She patted my cheek with a sad smile. "I'm alright, tatie." "The more you say it, the less I believe you. Gerard and Marie are waiting in the car." "Where we going?", Adrien jumped around the corner, followed by a laughing Estelle. "We are staying at home", Rebecca told them, brushing Adrien's unique hair back. His green eyes were as vibrant as Sébastien's had been and the hair was the same blond-brown unique shade.

Far from pack life, New York was a place where secrets were better left unspoken, yet here I was, risking one. Adrian’s lips twitched as if amused, but his eyes sharpened, locking onto mine with a predatory glint that made my skin prickle. “Whether I am or not,” he replied smoothly, “is none of your business.” He leaned closer, and the low timbre of his voice made my stomach tighten. “I’m only interested in your answer. Are you in, or are you out?”

Adan talks to her as he tries his best to be calm. "But I am not family…I am not your blood Adan…I am only a maid to you…please Adan…please do this for me please…" Marinette pleads with him as she breaks into fresh tears. "I hate to see you cry so stop crying. Don't let me lose my temper and punish someone else in your stead. Please!" Adan begs her. "You have been with so many women. You still don't love any? No woman has touched your heart, Adan?" Marinette asks him in a broken voice.

He really knew how to test my nerves. - Mother. Adonis said in a fawning voice as he hugged Marie. He took one look at us, then his gaze traveled to where Adrian's arm was around my waist. Instinctively, I approached Adrian making him look at me questioningly. I shook my head, giving him a small smile. Marie released her son when she got tired of hugging him. She turned to us afterwards. — Oh! she exclaimed. — How rude I am! Pierre, honey, this is Jennifer, Adrian's girlfriend. Jennifer, this is Pierre, Adrian's older brother.

"My mother is too busy with charity galas to notice if I’m sleeping at home or on a yacht. Besides, she’s dying to have you over for dinner to taste the best bouillabaisse in the region." I managed a small smile as I climbed into the passenger seat. Once the engine turned over, I pulled out my phone. Adrien’s icon sat at the very top of my messages. I thought back to his authoritative kiss on the tarmac in Paris—the way he possessed me without even realizing it. Facing him, words always seemed to die in my throat, so I decided to trust them to the screen instead. With a heavy heart, I typed: 【 Adrien, I have no intention of getting married or committing to anything. What happened... let's ju

“I don’t like you.” He smirked and walked out, hips swaying slightly just to piss me off. Matteo passed him in the hall. “He’s terrifying,” he said under his breath once Adrien disappeared. I scrubbed a hand over my jaw. “He’s a problem.” “A hot one,” Matteo muttered, sipping his coffee. “Don’t shoot me. Just saying.” I said nothing. I was too busy trying to erase the image of Adrien in my chair, in that suit, in my head.

Adrian noticed immediately. “She still believes there’s good inside him,” he continued more quietly now. “Even after everything.” Marie closed her eyes briefly. “She’s my daughter.” “Then act like it.” That made Camille glance toward Adrian because the harshness inside his tone had become brutal and careless. But Adrian didn’t stop. “Victor Bennett does not love people normally,” he continued coldly. “He owns them, controls them, uses them, then dump them.” Marie’s breathing became uneven slightly.

Her expression was full of worry as she said, "Adrian, I was so scared." He gently patted her arm, his voice calm and soothing. "Go outside for a moment, sweetheart." Marielle froze, a flicker of unfamiliar humiliation crossing her face. She shot me a sharp glare before turning on her heel and leaving the room. Once she was gone, Adrian struggled to swing his legs over the side of the bed. I stepped back instinctively and asked, "What are you doing?" "Marielle has always been headstrong, hasn't she?" I didn't want to talk about his lover. "What does that have to do with me?"

It was clearly a set up but If I blamed Fiona, who wound believe me? “I want nothing to do with you… you scandalous worthless Omega,” His words were as sharp as a knife, piercing me in every inch of my body as he spoke suck that it felt like my heart bled alongside his hurtful words. “I, Adrien Aston, reject you Julianne Landon as my mate.” “Adrien!!!” I got up, not even caring about the state of my well-being and dignity, but he had already turned away and left, not even bothering to cast me another glance.

He was about to get up but Brianne stopped her. "I'll get it. You should stay." She said to him and walked out before glancing at me. "That's Brie, by the way." Adrien said as she left. Brie. I think I have heard that name before. .. .. Adrien's ex-girlfriend. I looked up at him with a small frown. "Your ex?" I asked and he gave a small nod. What was she doing here? Adrien had told me that she cheated on him with Alan Marshall and then ran away. Then why was she here in Adrien's house?