angst · slow burn · billionaire · emotional regret · romanian heritage · heartbreak · healing · possessive · wealthy
The divorce decree rests on Adrian’s desk, a stark, white verdict. He reads through the terms, bracing for greed only to find a total surrender. Elena took nothing. Not a single asset, not a single cent. His composure fractures, a sudden crack in his cold exterior. 'Did she say anything?' he demands, his voice strained. Silviu hesitates, his gaze neutral. 'She only requested that the process be finalized immediately.' Across the city, Elena walks away from the Vaduva estate for the last time. She stands motionless as the gardeners rip the lilies from the soil—the blooms she had carefully tended for years. 'Pull them all out,' she commands, her voice a soft, dead thing. Hours later, Adrian returns to find the flowerbeds barren, a stretch of raw, empty earth. The housekeeper informs him…