LOGINHere's the full merged chapter:---# Chapter 146**Ethan's POV**I didn't cry after Adrian left.There were no more tears.It was as though my body had decided I had already spent everything it had.The bedroom remained eerily silent.The same room that had once made my heart race with happiness now felt like a prison cell.I slowly lowered myself onto the mattress spread across the floor.The bed behind me remained untouched.It wasn't mine anymore.Maybe...It never truly had been.Drawing my knees to my chest, I wrapped my arms around them and rested my forehead against them.The room was dark.Only the faint glow of the city lights filtered through the floor to ceiling glass doors leading to the balcony.I stared at that dim reflection for what felt like hours.Every word Adrian had spoken replayed inside my head.*"You'll see my hatred."**"I'll make this mansion feel like your prison."**"You'll beg me to end the contract."*I shut my eyes.But his voice only became clearer.My
Adrian's POVThe atmosphere around the dining table remained surprisingly lively.Grandpa had always possessed that rare ability to fill silence with warmth. Within minutes, the mansion, which had felt suffocating for days, echoed with his laughter."So, Ethan," Grandpa asked while taking another bite of his dinner, "has this stubborn fellow been giving you trouble?"Ethan instinctively glanced at me before answering."No... not really.""Hah!" Grandpa laughed loudly. "That means he's hiding it from me. Adrian has been impossible since he was a child."Mrs. Rosamand smiled from the side while Damian quietly served another dish.Grandpa continued talking about his travels, the doctors who had annoyed him, the food he couldn't stand, and how every nurse reminded him that he wasn't twenty anymore.Everyone laughed. Everyone, except me.I answered only when necessary. With a nod. Replying in short mostly. While plastered a faint smile whenever Grandpa looked my way.The performance had be
Adrian's POVThe private jet landed a little after sunset.The sky outside the airport windows had turned a deep bruised orange, the kind of color that usually made me think of long summers and quieter years. Tonight it only reminded me that another day had passed since I had last felt anything resembling peace.By the time I reached the airport lounge, I spotted the familiar figure standing near the exit.Grandpa.He stood there with the same warm smile that had never changed over the years, his walking stick resting beside him more out of habit than necessity. The moment his eyes landed on me, they lit up with pure affection."My boy!"He opened his arms.For a second, I simply stared at him.There was a strange comfort in seeing him standing there, exactly as he always did. As though nothing in the world had changed. As though somewhere out there, a version of my life still existed where nothing had cracked apart on a marble floor at two in the morning.Then I walked forward and em
Adrian's POVI didn't remember when the night had ended.At some point, the darkness outside had faded into dawn. Dawn had become morning. Morning had slipped into afternoon. Time had moved on without me while I remained exactly where I had collapsed.The empty Scotch bottle lay on its side.The photographs were still scattered across the polished wooden floor, surrounding me like broken pieces of a life I had believed in. Some had dried tear stains on them. Others were wrinkled where my trembling hands had crushed them during the night.Sunlight had crept across the floor at some point too. I hadn't noticed when. It fell in a pale stripe across the scattered photographs now, indifferent to what they were. Just light. Just another ordinary afternoon happening to a room that no longer felt like mine.My eyes burned.My throat felt raw.Every muscle in my body ached from sleeping on the cold floor, but none of it came close to the weight crushing my chest.Knock.Knock.Knock.A faint s
Adrian's POVThe photographs slipped from my trembling fingers, scattering across the polished wooden floor like broken pieces of a life I no longer recognized.The room fell silent.No.Not silent.The sound of my breathing echoed through the mansion. Ragged. Uneven. Painfully loud.The half-empty glass of Scotch remained forgotten in my hand before it slowly slid from my grip, crashing against the marble floor. Amber liquid spread across the white surface with glittering shards of glass, but I didn't even flinch.I simply stared.At him.At Ethan.Smiling in photographs that felt like knives driven straight into my chest.Something inside me cracked.Not loudly.Not dramatically.Just...Cracked.My knees gave out beneath me, and I collapsed onto the floor.For years, I had convinced myself that I had become someone who no longer cried. That weakness had died with the boy who had once believed love was enough to keep someone by his side.But tonight...Tonight that illusion shattere
Adrian's POVAfter I changed my clothes I felt suffocated. My throat felt tighten and I was struggling to breathe.I couldn't be at this house anymore.Every corner of it screamed Ethan's name. Even my very own soul and mind was calling his name only.What to do with myself?!My heart was racing too fast against my chest. And I wanted to just go away as far as I can.Before I could know, I was driving through the empty streets, and the next I was standing inside the gates of the only place that had never belonged to anyone but me.The secret mansion.Whenever the world became too loud, whenever I needed to think without interruption, this was where I came.Tonight wasn't any different.And today there will be more space to me as she was out for work related things. Also, Mark was gone somewhere. While Damian was out with Noah, probably getting drunk and hooking up with someone as usual.It means there will be no interruption at all.No one will question my return. Not they will ask ab
Ethan’s POV It's been two days since that kissing incident occurred, it had no feelings like before but pure dominance which left me disgusted. Thankfully, my fever got high and I didn't have to face him much but today I feel good and decided to help Mrs. Rosamand for his dinner. "You should rest
Ethan’s POVHow long was he watching us? And why?Before I could excuse or walk to him, Adrians walked to me, his eyes throwing daggers and my breath hitched. "Can I just borrow my partner from you?", he asks, holding me from my arms.His hold tight made me witter in pain but forcing a smile I walk
Ethan’s POVIt was 5:00 pm and I was resting in my room thinking Adrian is off to work, when I found him walking in my room making me startled. "Aren't you supposed to come at 7:00 pm?", I blurted my thoughts loudly."Is it?", he cocks his brows at me. "I thought I was a free king, and I can chang
Ethan’s POVThe car stopped in front of the big black gates, standing tall, towering up with all its authority and glory. The name beside it engraved on the marbles in gold read “Blackwood Mansion”. I gulp as the guard signals the car to pass inside and soon an extraordinarily big garden, with a fo







