INICIAR SESIÓNAt work, Zara could barely focus. No one seemed to know that Adrian, their strict, untouchable boss, was lying sick at home.She’d spent the day counting the hours, her mind drifting again and again to him. The image of his blood, his weak eyes, and his mother’s accusation haunted her. So when the clock finally struck five, Zara didn’t wait a second longer. Unlike her usual days of staying late, she was the first to leave.There was only one thing on her mind: How is Adrian?When she got home, the house was unusually quiet. As she stepped into the garden, she froze.Adrian was there sitting beneath the tall trees, wrapped in a light sweater. He looked pale, a little worn out, but better than before. His presence startled her; she hadn’t expected to find him outside.“So you’re not risking your life again by coming home late, huh?” he said, his voice calm but teasing.Zara jumped slightly, caught off guard. Turning toward him, she met his gaze and for the first time in a while, she di
Blood and BlameZara’s hands trembled, slick with Adrian’s blood. For a long, breathless moment, all she could do was stare at them, the red smears glistening beneath the dim light, the metallic scent filling her lungs. The sound of distant chaos echoed down the street, but in her head there was only silence.After bawling her eyes out until her throat burned, she realized it was no use. Tears wouldn’t fix this. Panic wouldn’t save him.“Zara,” she whispered to herself shakily. “It’s not time to cry. You need to think.”She forced herself to look around. The street was littered with debris broken glass, overturned carts, torn posters fluttering in the wind. But there, near a closed shop, she spotted an old sack, heavy and coarse. Summoning what remained of her strength, she dragged it closer and somehow managed to heave Adrian’s limp body onto it. Her arms screamed, her knees buckled, but she refused to stop.The riot had moved further down the avenue; the road ahead was clear. She p
At the office, everyone looked worn out. Their faces carried the fatigue of endless days, yet they pushed on duty before rest. Zara was one of them. The meeting room buzzed faintly with the sound of shuffling papers and low whispers as they all waited for their boss.There was one thing Zara had already noticed in her short time at the company: whenever he entered, no one stayed seated. The air always seemed to shift when he walked in.And then he did.Adrisn stepped into the room, as usual with Rosey beside him, carrying his files. Chairs screeched as everyone rose to their feet. But before Zara could stand. “Zara, don’t stand up. Stay in your seat.”The room went dead silent. Eyes widened. Even Zara froze, unsure if she had heard him right. Whispers broke out almost immediately, quiet ripples of shock spreading across the room. Rosey’s expression darkened, anger flickering in her eyes.Zara wished she could vanish under the table. Why would he say that in front of everyone? she th
After dinner, Zara quietly excused herself from the hall. As she stepped outside, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.“Hey!” Rosey’s sharp voice sliced through the air. Zara turned, startled.“Can we talk?” Rosey demanded.“Sure,” Zara replied cautiously, though deep down, she already sensed this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation.“Do you by any chance love Mr. Adrian?” Rosey asked bluntly.“Huh?” Zara blinked, caught off guard. “Of course not!” she said quickly, though her voice wavered in confusion.Rosey folded her arms, smirking. “That’s what I thought. Because even if you did, you’re definitely not his type.”“Excuse me?” Zara raised an eyebrow, her irritation rising.“I don’t know much about his personal life he’s a very private man but I’m sure that if he had a wife or a girlfriend, she wouldn’t be your type.”Zara almost laughed at the irony. If only she knew, she thought bitterly. She was his wife though an unhappy one. Still, she couldn’t risk revealing her secret. Her
Adrian’s POVHe didn’t know when it had started but kept on thinking about Zara, that is. She was fragile, unpredictable, she was like a whole new person to him !The sun was barely up when he stepped out of his tent, the air still carrying the chill of dawn. He hadn’t planned to go to her tent, but somehow, his feet led him there.Zara was still asleep, her brow creased like she was trapped in a bad dream. Without thinking, he crouched beside her and brushed his fingers lightly across her forehead. Her frown eased instantly, and she let out a soft, sleepy smile that made his chest tighten in the most unfamiliar way.“You’re such a big baby,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a faint smirk.For a second, she stilled, and when that little smile faded, he pulled his hand back as though burned. His gaze lingered on her nose, her lips, the way her hair framed her face and for the first time, he really saw her.“Get a grip, Adrian,” he whispered to himself before gett
It was already 7:40 p.m., and Zara was nowhere to be seen.The campfire crackled in the center of the campsite, its orange glow flickering against worried faces. Claire’s hands fidgeted in her lap; she was the only one who knew where Zara had gone, and each passing minute made the weight in her chest grow heavier.“Is everyone here?” the camp manager asked, glancing around the group.Claire hesitated, her throat tight. “Um Zara isn’t back yet. She went to get her phone from the bus.”Adrian’s head snapped up instantly. “What?” His voice came out sharper than intended, filled with alarm. “When did she leave?”“At… at five,” Claire stammered.The manager frowned, concerned about creasing his forehead. “She should’ve been back long ago.”Adrian’s pulse quickened. “Did she use the main road?”Claire lowered her eyes, guilt flooding her expression. “No. She said she’d take the forest path it’s shorter.”A collective gasp rippled through the group.“Oh God,” the manager murmured. The forest
Later, the music swelled. Couples filled the dance floor, swirling under golden lights.“Dance with me,” Adrian said, his hand extended.Zara’s stomach dropped. “I’ll just embarrass you. And myself.”He exhaled sharply, irritation clouding his features. “You already embarrassed me the day you agree
Zara sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closet, unsure of what to wear. The fight with Adrian earlier still stung. His sharp words replayed in her head, each one cutting deeper than the last.A knock sounded on the door before she could collect herself. Isabella stepped in, her phone in han
She heard a soft knock on her door gentle this time, not commanding. When she opened it, a young woman stood there with a bright little smile. Zara recognized her instantly from the wedding: Adrian’s younger sister.“Come in,” Zara said softly. “How are you? I hope he isn’t being hard on you alread
The limousine doors closed with a soft, final thud, sealing Zara into a world that was not hers. The faint scent of leather and expensive cologne filled the air rich, masculine, suffocating. It reminded her of everything she had lost: the safety of her small routines, the fragile comfort of anonymi







