Reddit Mike Adriano Novels & Stories

Keeping watch and occasionally staring at her from time to time. "Quit it" Adryan chides. 'Quit what?' Vince questions. "Quit staring at her like an obsessed creep" 'She's our mate, and I can stare at her as much as I want, as long as I want to' ,Vince snaps back. There were times when Adryan wanted to throttle Vince, because he was someone other than Jade, who always talked back and angered him, which is kind of funny because Vince is his other half, his wolf. So basically he was angering himself.

I am in the middle of a long-term identity deception operation. **Elijah:** too late. you are absolutely a meme. there's a subreddit. **Adrian:** three subreddits actually. one is just called r/AdrianaCastellan and it started four days ago and already has eighty thousand members. **Me:** EIGHTY THOUSAND **Marcus (my brother):** the people love you adria. they've seen what damien's friends say about you in public and they're ROOTING for you. **Sophia:** also the gala video is being recirculated now with the grocery store clip as context and people are losing their minds. the narrative is basically "this woman has been publicly humiliated by her husband's circle for a year and a half and just

Adriano let out a bark of laughter so loud it echoed off the ceiling, nearly choking on his bourbon. "Zio? Zio Rino?" He doubled over, slapping his knee as if I’d just told the funniest joke in the history of the Syndicate, "Oh, man, I can see it now. I’ll walk up to him at the next sit-down and give him a big kiss on the cheek. 'Hey, Uncle Rino, thanks for not killing us this week, want to go grab some gelato?'" "Shut up, Adriano," I laughed, tossing a velvet throw pillow at his head, which he caught with one hand, mocking a look of offense.

someone called out, cutting off my response. Adrian didn’t hesitate. “Forty thousand.” I stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re insane.” “You’ve said that already,” he replied, his tone annoyingly amused. “Because it keeps being true!” I hissed. When the announcer declared Adrian the winner, the room erupted in applause. Adrian stood, giving a small nod of acknowledgment. But then he did something that made my stomach drop. He took the microphone from the announcer. “Thank you,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding. “I’d like to dedicate this trip to my beautiful wife, Mia.”

With him here…maybe she didn’t have to carry everything by herself. It didn’t take long. Beneath Adrian’s post,the comments section had turned into a wildfire—fast,chaotic,and insatiable. Users began tagging. @VivianSinclair @MikeMorgans Some demanded answers. Others posted screenshots,timelines,interview clips. A few simply wrote: “Say something.” Mike saw it.All of it. He paced inside his office,jaw clenched,fingers gripping his phone.His PR advisor hadn’t responded.His inbox was flooded.And Vivian—

"I needed some fresh air. Well... tile-scented air." He snorted under his breath and said, "I get it. These events are always so fucking boring, especially with these snotty rich bastards." "And you?" I asked, raising a brow. "Aren’t you one of them?" "I’m not as snotty as the rest of them, Hale," he replied without missing a beat, making me genuinely laugh for the first time tonight. We sat side by side as Adrian spoke onstage about quarterly milestones, charity expansion, and the company's new clean-energy projects. His voice carried with a soft but powerful authority that made everyone listen without blinking. I was genuinely paying attention until Rafael leaned in to whisper in my ear

The moment the call connected, a deep, angry voice practically roared through the speaker. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Andrea?” I froze. I knew that voice. Adriano. I didn’t know how, but I recognized it instantly, like it was burned into my fucking soul. Andrea smirked. “Oh, look who finally decided to call.” “Don’t fucking play with me,” Adriano snapped. “I just heard you fucking shot someone?” Andrea yawned dramatically. “Oh, please. I just nicked him. He’ll live.”

“ That kid is indeed interesting . “ said mr Adam with a pleased smile when seeing Antonio’s composure . “ You sure are enjoying the situation . “ said Damian with half a smile . “ Oh , I sure am son . “ said mr Adam amused by the whole situation . “ Damian , is what madam Laura said true ? “ asked madam Diana . “ Haaah ! Yes ! Antonio saved me that day . “ said Damian . The moment he admitted it , Antonio also nodded his head while madam Laura became even more annoyed . “ I…..can’t believe my ears . You brat ! “ said madam Diana angry . “ Boy , I gotta film this and look at it for the next decade to come . “ said mr Adam thinking of this as a game . “ Dad ! “ said Damian who couldn’t stand

I want to rip their tongues out. Instead, I walk past, my steps echoing like gunfire. When I reach my office, Adrian is already there, lounging in my chair with his feet on my desk. He holds his phone up. “Well, brother, that was entertaining. Your golden-boy image cracking in real time.” “Get out.” He ignores me, scrolling. “You know, I almost admire her. Ariana managed to do what no one else could: make Damian Cole bleed in public.” My fists clench.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"