Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance-Chapter 54: A night of broken hearts

Elaine took the key from the receptionist with lifeless fingers. She didn't speak. Didn't hesitate. Just walked forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor, echoing in the vast silence that had settled over her heart.

Adrian followed.

Always a step behind.

Always watching.

The suite door opened with a soft click.

The air inside smelled of roses.

Elaine stepped in. The room was breathtaking.

Candlelight flickered softly, casting warm golden hues against the walls. The bed—her bed—was draped in white silk, red rose petals forming a delicate heart at the center. The dim glow of the room made it feel like a dream.

A dream meant for someone else.

Her chest tightened.

The world tilted.

Her knees hit the mattress before she even realized she had moved.

Fingers trembling, she reached forward, grabbing a handful of petals.

And then—she tore them apart.

One by one, she ripped them from the bed, threw them to the floor, crushed them beneath her hands, erased every trace of beauty in this room built for love.

Her breaths came fast and uneven, her vision blurring.

Then, her gaze drifted to the bathroom.

The door was slightly ajar, warm candlelight spilling through the gap.

Elaine rose on shaky legs and stepped inside.

The sight knocked the air from her lungs.

A bathtub filled with warm water, rose petals floating on the surface.

Candles lined the marble counter, their flames flickering gently—soft, intimate, romantic.

Elaine's fingers curled into fists.

Her body moved before her mind could catch up.

She reached out, grabbing at the petals, scooping them out, throwing them onto the floor.

And then—she stepped into the water.

Fully clothed.

The warm liquid wrapped around her like an embrace, pulling at her dress, pressing it against her skin, suffocating.

She sank.

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Knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tight around herself, forehead pressing against her knees.

The world blurred.

Water soaked through her hair, her lashes, her skin.

Tears mixed with the bathwater, silent and endless.

Behind her, Adrian stepped inside.

He didn't speak.

Didn't move.

Then—he sat beside the tub.

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Then—a warm hand on her shoulder.

Steady. Solid.

Elaine shuddered.

And then—she broke.

Her body shook with silent sobs, her breath hitching in uneven gasps.

Adrian's hand stayed firm.

Not pulling her out.

Not telling her to stop.

Just staying.

Keeping her together while she fell apart.

The room was silent except for the soft dripping of water. Elaine's dress clung to her body, her hair damp, sticking to her cheeks. Her breaths were uneven, her chest rising and falling in shallow motions.

Adrian watched her for a long moment. Then, without a word, he stepped forward.

His arms slid beneath her, lifting her with effortless ease.

Elaine didn't resist.

She was exhausted.

Drained.

Empty.

Adrian carried her out of the bathroom, his footsteps steady as he moved toward the bed. The candles flickered around them, casting soft shadows on the walls. The bed was still a mess of crushed petals and discarded beauty.

Gently, he placed her down.

The mattress dipped beneath her weight, the sheets cool against her burning skin. Adrian pulled the blanket over her, his touch light, hesitant, as if afraid she might break all over again.

He turned to leave.

A hand grasped his wrist.

Soft. Small. Desperate.

He froze.

Elaine pulled him toward her with what little strength she had left. Adrian stumbled slightly, steadying himself as he looked down at her.

Her eyes, red and swollen, held his gaze.

There was something raw in them, something Adrian had never seen before.

A silent plea. A desperate request. A wordless cry.

His breath hitched, but he didn't move, didn't pull away.

Elaine's grip on his wrist tightened, as if she was afraid he might disappear too.

"Please..."

Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

Adrian's heart clenched.

She had spent years giving her love to another man. Years waiting, hoping, believing in someone who had shattered her over and over again.

And now—she was looking at him.

Just him.

Slowly, Elaine lifted her hand, touching his face. Her fingers were cold, but her touch sent a shiver through him.

She moved forward, her breath brushing against his skin.

Then—she closed the distance.

Her lips met his, soft and trembling, filled with everything she couldn't put into words.

Adrian didn't pull away.

Not this time.

Not when she was finally choosing him.

The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths.

Elaine's lips moved hungrily against Adrian's, her fingers gripping his shirt as though he were the only thing keeping her from shattering completely. Her pain, her anger, her love that had been betrayed—she poured it all into the kiss, desperate to forget, desperate to feel something other than heartbreak.

Adrian kissed her back with the same intensity, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. He could taste her sadness, the desperation that clung to every touch, every breath. She was falling, and he couldn't stop himself from falling with her.

They broke apart, their foreheads pressing together, gasping.

For a moment, Adrian hesitated. His fingers hovered near her shoulders, his heart pounding. This was wrong. She was vulnerable. She was hurting.

But when he looked into her eyes, he saw it—the silent plea.

"Please..."

A single word, whispered so brokenly that Adrian felt something inside him crack.

He was about to pull away. He should. He needed to.

But Elaine wouldn't let him.

She grabbed him, crashing her lips onto his again. Her hands moved feverishly, pulling at his shirt, desperate for warmth, for comfort, for escape.

Adrian groaned, giving in.

His shirt slipped from his shoulders, falling forgotten to the floor. His hands trembled as they slid over her arms, feeling the shiver in her breath, the heat of her skin.

Elaine's fingers trailed over his chest, hesitant yet eager, exploring him as if trying to memorize every inch. Her touch sent fire through Adrian's veins, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Slowly, reverently, he reached for the zipper of her dress, pausing one last time. Giving her a chance to stop.

Elaine's hands covered his, guiding them down.

She nodded.

Adrian exhaled sharply. He removed the delicate fabric with agonizing slowness, watching as she shivered under his gaze. His fingers traced the soft skin of her arms, his touch both hesitant and reverent.

Elaine pulled him closer, their bodies molding together as their breaths mingled, their hearts hammering in unison.

Tonight, there were no words. No promises. No regrets.

Just two broken souls, searching for solace in each other's arms.