Chapter 60
Sofia Bliss
For a second, I thought I was going to faint.
The moment I heard that woman’s voice over the phone — her name, her tone — everything clicked.
She really was Elenna Valehart.
Adrian’s mother.
My stomach turned to ice.
Of course. Of course, it had to be her. The one person who could ruin everything.
The worst possible person to show up right now.
The way she spoke on the phone, so calm, so certain — like if she wanted to, she could have a dozen security guards storming this penthouse in seconds, dragging me out by my hair and throwing me into the street like trash.
Her posture, her eyes… made it clear no one here would dare disobey her.
No one, except me, perhaps.
Or maybe I was just dumb enough to realize how real the danger was.
I tried to breathe, but it was impossible.
I needed to think, to figure something out before she called someone.
But what could I do?
If I opened that door, she’d see Adrian.
Like that.
Tied up.
Cock out.
Covered in arrogance and cum.
My body trembled just remembering it — but fear was stronger than lust now.
That woman could not see him like that.
She just couldn’t.
I had to stop her before things got worse.
“Mrs.…,” I started, my voice shaking. “There’s no need to call anyone. I… I’ll open it. Okay?”
Elenna turned her gaze on me, slow and cutting. The kind of look that stripped away all your excuses.
She hung up the phone, calmly, then tucked it into her purse.
“Then open it,” she said. Her voice was poised, but I could hear the rage hiding behind that elegance. “Now.”
My heart was beating so hard that I thought I had gone deaf.
I swallowed hard, desperate to think of something, anything, that would buy me time or get me out of that situation.
Then I acted.
Slowly, I turned around, pretending to fiddle with the key in the lock.
“I can't get it open... I think...”, I stammered, almost sweating as I tried to cover it up, “I think the lock is jammed. Maybe it's broken.”
Even I didn’t believe that lie.
Then came that terrifying silence.
Her eyes narrowed, and for a second I thought she was going to hit me right there.
The woman who was with her - the youngest one - looked between us, not knowing what to do.
Elenna stepped forward. The sound of the heels echoed in the corridor.
"Is it broken?" he repeated, with a false smile that froze my spine.
"How convenient."
“I can fix it,” I muttered quickly, trying to sound helpful, even surprised. “Just give me a minute—”
“I don’t have minutes, darling.”
Her tone was dangerously calm.
“Open that damn door before I have someone break it down.”
I swallowed hard.
Fuck.
God, this can’t be happening.
And then it happened.
While I pretended to fiddle with the lock, the younger woman — terrified out of her mind — caught Elenna’s cold, unblinking stare.
It was like silent permission.
Without a second thought, she shoved me aside and twisted the key hard.
The sharp click of the lock opening hit me like a gunshot to the chest.
Shit.
Shit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the worst, the yelling, the chaos.
But... nothing happened.
Silence.
And that’s what scared me the most.
I opened my eyes slowly. Elenna and the other were already inside. And I, frozen in the door, could not understand.
And when I looked inside, nothing else made sense.
Adrian wasn’t how I’d left him.
There were no chains.
He was sitting in the chair, yes—
But free.
The dirty jacket had disappeared, and now he wore only the white social shirt underneath, the buttons open enough to let the neck and part of the chest out while he buttoned his sleeves.
The suit was folded on the side of the table, the hair a little misaligned, but the eyes...
God.
That look.
It was freezing.
Sharp.
Focused on his mother with a cold, dangerous calm, like a man who could order her death without raising his voice.
And I just… stood there.
My thoughts tangled.
There was nothing left of the lust I’d seen in him minutes ago.
No weakness.
No tension.
No trace of the man who had once trembled beneath me.
This wasn’t the same Adrian.
This was someone else entirely.
My mind raced, searching for logic where there was none.
How?
How the hell had he freed himself?
Those cuffs, there was no way to break them without a key.
Unless… he’d hidden something.
A tool. Something small enough to go unnoticed.
But how could he have done that while tied up?
It didn’t make sense. None of it did.
Elenna started talking to him, but I could barely hear. The sound seemed muffled, distant, as if my body had turned off the world to try to understand the impossible.
He did not look at me at first.
Continued listening to her, cold, polite, firm.
But when he finally turned his face towards me, it was as if time stood still.
Our eyes met.
And at that moment... I knew.
He knew what I was thinking, the despair I was feeling.
And yet, he smiled.
It was just a quick, discreet, almost imperceptible smile.
But enough to make me understand the message:
That idiot was in control from the beginning.
And I... had not even noticed.