Chapter Twenty Two—Adrian
The mansion had never felt this alive. It wasn’t the laughter of guests, or the clink of champagne flutes, or the hum of business associates in expensive suits. No… the life in these walls came from one source alone—Nova. She was in my study now, curled into the deep leather armchair by the fireplace, her knees drawn up as she read through one of the old books I kept stacked on the side shelves. A novel, not business journals or finance reports — something I never touched, but she did. The firelight licked against her skin, tracing the smoothness of her cheek, the bow of her lips, the wild curl of her hair as it spilled down. Zeus had abandoned me completely for her, his massive body sprawled at her feet, his head resting protectively against her ankles. Traitor. I should’ve been finis
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