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Not cloying like the woman who had tried to trap him earlier. Her scent was light, clean-like fresh fruit, cool and tempting.
And when he had been on top of her just now, her body had been soft. Too soft. Like a dream pulling him under.
That woman had told him the drug she gave him would kill him by morning unless he had a woman’s help.
If he had to give in, he wanted it to be this one-the one who didn’t repulse him.
“I…”
Adeline, still flushed, realized in that brief contact how solid he felt, how clean his presence was. He must be handsome too. If she had to choose someone, he was the best chance she had.
But she was only twenty-three. Aside from a hopeless crush years ago, she had never even dated. To ask a man for this kind of help… she couldn’t form the words.
She struggled inside for long moments before deciding-she’d offer money. She’d ask him how much it would take.
But before she could speak, he spun back around and strode forward, wrapping her in his arms with crushing force.
Any other woman’s touch had always sickened him. But holding her-even with every ounce of strength- didn’t feel wrong.
It only fed the fire raging through him, until he was consumed.
His head dipped, his mouth closing over her lips in a searing, desperate kiss.
“Tonight, I need you. If you’re willing-I’ll take responsibility.”
His voice was raw, hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
And maybe it was the drug clouding her mind, but to Adeline, his voice sounded exactly like the man she had secretly loved for years-her senior, Victor.
To Adeline, Victor had always been like a star in the sky, the moon behind the clouds, the snow on a mountaintop-something dazzling but forever out of reach.
Loving him in secret had always been sweet but painful, a secret she could never confess.
She had admired him for years, but never once had she dared hope they could become something more.
So how could it be that the man she stumbled into at her lowest moment… was him?
Memories flashed of his tall, graceful figure on the university track, and her chest ached with that same bittersweet longing.
Every young girl dreams of giving her first love, her untouched self, to the man she truly adores. But dreams don’t always come true,
She and Victor were destined to remain two parallel lines-she could watch him, but never reach him.
But she didn’t want to die tonight, not like this. She wanted to live.
Forcing down the ache in her heart, she threw her arms around him.
“I was set up too. I need your help…”
Her words were swallowed by the heat of Victor’s kiss, wild and consuming.
Her lips carried that cool, subtle fragrance again, teasing him deeper into madness.
For the first time in his life, the man who had always kept women at arm’s length, who swore he would never marry, never touch, found himself addicted.
Like a god who once believed himself untouchable, only to fall into the world of mortals, stripped of pride, admitting he was just a man.
He lost himself in her, fumbling, burning, devouring. And together, they fell into the flames.
When Adeline woke, dawn was already seeping into the room.
One glance down revealed the marks on her skin-too many, too vivid,
Her mind spun with flashes of last night’s frenzy.
The drug in her body had worn off after the second time. But his hadn’t.
Even when fists pounded on the door in the dead of night, he hadn’t stopped.
She had been exhausted, wanting him to end it. But thinking of how he had saved her, she couldn’t abandon him when he still burned. She chose to stay with him, to bear it.
And the more she gave, the more unrestrained he became.
Until at last she had fainted in his arms.
Now, shame colored her cheeks as she reached for her clothes. But when she moved, pain shot through her body like every bone had come undone.
Gasping, she collapsed back on the bed, deciding to rest before dressing.
Her eyes fell-straight onto his face.
Even in sleep, Victor was perfect.
Her breath caught.
It really was him. The man she had loved from afar for so many years.
Joy surged so fierce it nearly broke her chest. She remembered his lips pressed hard to hers, his low voice promising to take responsibility. Her heart raced, glowing with secret happiness.
He was too good for her. She had always thought of him as cold moonlight, and herself as nothing more than an ant hiding in the cracks, daring only to look up.
Could such a man really want her? Could they really have a future?
It felt like a dream. A dream she didn’t want to wake from.
Last night, she thought she was doomed. Yet fate had spun around-her savior, her partner through the night, was the very man she had loved in silence.
Her pulse quickened. She scrambled into her clothes, cheeks aflame, her fingers clumsy with nerves.
She had barely finished dressing when a knock sounded at the door.
“Sir, your breakfast.” A gentle female voice.
Adeline hurried to open it-she couldn’t keep hotel staff waiting outside.
But the moment the door swung wide, a burst of white powder exploded across her face.
It stung like fire, burning into her eyes until she couldn’t open them.
She realized instantly-this wasn’t room service. She spun back to slam the door, but pain cracked across her skull, and she collapsed.
The figure outside was Marilyn.
Her gaze twisted with venom as she stared at Adeline’s face-still breathtaking even under the dusting of white powder.
Hate clawed through her.
Adeline’s adoptive mother, Holly, was her aunt by blood
Holly wasn’t wealthy from her teaching job, but she wrote novels on the side-books that sold well, some adapted for film.
Years ago, when housing prices were still low, Holly had used her royalties to buy several properties in Capital City, a fortune now.
Holly had been married to Greg for years without children. Doctors had told them the truth-she likely would never be a mother.
When Marilyn’s mother learned of it, she told her daughter that Holly’s wealth-her houses, her savings- would one day belong to Marilyn. From then on, Marilyn had already counted those properties and bank accounts as hers.
But Holly had shattered that dream when she adopted Adeline.
And the very next year, she had given birth to Millie.
Adeline’s arrival had stolen the fortune Marilyn once believed was guaranteed to her. From then on, how could she not hate her?
The night before, Marilyn had noticed Victor arriving at the hotel after being drugged. She knew he needed a woman to survive the night.
Ever since she had tried to throw herself at James and been cast aside-fired by Ashton on his orders-she had been desperate for another chance to latch onto wealth. And now Victor, another Luke heir, had walked right into her reach.
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