✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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The maroon leather of the diary was cool, worn smooth by years of handling. Ada's sprawling, elegant script felt like a violation of my personal space, yet I couldn't look away. I had stolen it, yes, but I justified the action—as I always did—as a necessary tactical move. I needed to understand the source of her pain, so I could dismantle the threat completely.
I skimmed through the pages, avoiding the daily chronicles of her father's cruelty—I didn't need a reminder of what that monster was. My eyes searched for specific entries, marked by keywords: 'hope,' 'escape,' 'safe.'
Her freedom. That was her absolute North Star. She saw me as a temporary, albeit necessary, obstacle to be navigated before reaching her goal. She was determined, and that made her dangerous.
We were living in a strange, precise orbit. Outside the penthouse, we were the perfect corporate power couple, an alliance forged in wealth and ambition. Inside, we were normal—or rather, normal for two intensely ambitious, severely traumatized individuals who communicated best through verbal warfare. She was comfortable, I knew that much. The flinches were fewer, replaced by eye-rolls and challenging stares. But the daily banters? They were the constant, electric hum that kept the current flowing between us.
She looks familiar every time I looked into her eyes.
The door to the study opened without a knock. Knight, entered, a silent shadow in a perfectly tailored suit. "Sir, an invitation," Knight's voice was low and devoid of inflection.
I took the card without looking at him. It was thick, heavy stock, engraved with the crest of the Jindal Group. The event: The "Triumph of Tomorrow" party, celebrating the successful launch of their new luxury real estate brand. It was the kind of obligatory social event that I usually dispatched Aditya to handle, but this time... Ada is here.
"When is it?" I asked, my gaze still fixed on the date on the card—tonight.
"The event is at 8:00 PM, Sir. It's a mandatory appearance for anyone currently making significant moves in the market."
