LOGINAdrian’s POV“Hey… I’m here.”I looked up.And for a moment, the world stopped working properly.Lucia stood at the top of the staircase, framed by soft golden light, and the sight of her hit me square in the chest. She wore a white dress that clung to her beautiful body like it had been made with her in mind ,elegant and dangerous all at once. Her hair fell in loose curls, framing her face so perfectly it felt unfair.For a second, I genuinely forgot how to breathe.This was my wife.Mine.“Hey?” Lucia chuckled, her voice pulling me back to reality.I blinked.I hadn’t even realized she’d already walked down the stairs until she was standing right in front of me, amusement dancing in her eyes.“Cat’s got your tongue?” she teased, lips curving into that smirk.That smirk.The most disarming thing I had ever seen.“I—” I cleared my throat, my voice betraying m
Lucia didn’t know what to say or how to comfort Emily. Before she realized it, she had drawn the younger girl into a gentle hug. “It’ll be fine,” she murmured softly. “I’m sure your brother isn’t what you think.” It was easy to see why Emily wasn’t like other girls from wealthy families—bright, bold, and overconfident. She carried a weight far beyond her years, and it showed in her careful movements, the slight tension in her shoulders, and the way her eyes darted around the room. When they pulled away, Lucia smiled softly. “What would you like to have?” “Huh?” Emily blinked, caught off guard. Lucia waved her hands dramatically. “Let’s leave all sad topics aside for now. Breakfast! Did you even eat before coming?” Emily shook her head shyly. “Great! I was about to make something myself. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Lucia could feel that Emily had questions she was bursting to ask. She shifted slightly, giving her a little space. “Do you have something to ask? Just ask on—I don’t bite,” Lucia said with a gentle smile. Emily hesitated, biting her lip, unsure if she should speak. Finally, she blurted out, her voice soft and tentative: “I… I don’t know how to say this, but… how do you tolerate my brother?” “What?” Lucia blinked, certain she had misheard. Emily cleared her throat, cheeks coloring slightly as she leaned closer, afraid Adrian might hear from upstairs. “I mean… how do you live with him?” She swallowed hard. “My brother… he’s basically a monster. Moody all the time. But from what Mom said, you’ve been here for days. No sane person would stay around him willingly… unless…” She tilted her head thoughtfully, gauging Lucia’s reaction.
Adrian’s steps were heavy as he stormed up the stairs, his pulse still pounding from the confrontation below. His mother’s visit had left him raw, angry, and oddly helpless. He couldn’t throw Emily out—no matter what she was still his little sister. But having her here… now… was a complication he wasn’t ready for. He preferred the distance they had because he never wanted to come across this sister of his. He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight, mind whirling—until he nearly collided with someone at the landing. Lucia. She froze mid-step, her eyes wide and her fingers nervously clutching the banister. Adrian’s brows furrowed slightly, the storm still evident in his expression. “Were you… eavesdropping?” Lucia’s lips parted, her cheeks blooming with guilty color. “I—uh—I wasn’t! Not exactly. I just… heard voices, and then—” Befor
The air between Adrian and his mother was heavy—so thick it could’ve been sliced with a knife. They stood opposite each other, equally stubborn, equally unyielding. Neither blinked. Neither spoke. Alex, who stood awkwardly to the side, could practically feel his shirt sticking to his back from sweat. He’d rather face a boardroom full of furious investors than be caught in this crossfire. Mrs. Sinclair, however, didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile. She’d been through this dance with her son before and she never lost. Finally, she let out a light laugh, smooth and composed. “Oh, Adrian. You still have that temper of yours.” Adrian’s jaw flexed. “I’m not angry,” he said flatly. “Of course not,” she replied, amused. “You’re just… glaring daggers at your mother.” He didn’t respond.
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the Sinclair estate, painting the marble floors in a warm golden hue. The house was quiet,too quiet. Only the faint hum of the kitchen appliances and the distant chirping of birds outside disturbed the silence. Lucia stood by the counter, stirring a glass of freshly blended fruit slush. She’d barely slept the night before. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed the same moment—the warmth of Adrian’s breath on her neck, the feel of his hands around her waist, the quiet tremor in her chest that refused to fade even now. She told herself it was nothing. Just shock. Just confusion. But her heart clearly didn’t agree. When she heard footsteps approach, her entire body tensed. Adrian strolled into the kitchen, dressed in a white shirt with the top buttons undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a lazy smirk tuggi
Lucia and Mia’s playful banter was cut short when the dorm room door swung open, revealing a disheveled and red-eyed Sarah. She stood frozen for a second before letting out a shaky breath and stepping inside. Lucia’s eyes widened as she quickly sat up. “Sarah?” Mia, who had been reclining on
Lucia and Mia walked side by side through the campus, the earlier confrontation still lingering in the air. Though the crowd had dispersed, Mia’s reputation had once again solidified as someone not to mess with. Lucia stole a glance at her best friend. “You know, one of these days, you’re going
The campus courtyard was bustling with students heading to their next classes, chatting in small groups, or lounging under the afternoon sun. Lucia, Adrian, and Ethan walked leisurely down the paved path, the tension from their previous discussion fading into the background. Just as Lucia was abo
The lecture hall was already filling up when Lucia and Adrian stepped inside. Rows of students chattered among themselves, some flipping through notes while others scrolled aimlessly on their phones. Lucia led Adrian to an empty pair of seats near the middle, far enough to avoid too much attentio







