Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 89

**Chapter 89: Move on So Quickly**

Adriana cast her eyes downward, a familiar tightness gripping her chest, yet she managed to nod in response.

After all, she had accepted her role as a contract wife.

“Second, as a contract wife, it’s crucial to keep the boss satisfied. You must provide emotional value; otherwise, your position is at risk.” Kenneth’s voice held a note of genuine concern for Adriana. “You’re far too compliant. Mr. Lincoln has little patience for that. You need to take charge and meet his needs. Just look at those minor celebrities—they know precisely how to play the game.”

Adriana blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts as she processed Kenneth’s words.

Kenneth rubbed his forehead in frustration. “I’ve never been in a situation like this before either… Alright. Tomorrow, I’ll introduce you to a friend of mine. She’s a minor celebrity, a sugar baby for a powerful figure. She’s well-respected in these circles.”

With a thumbs-up, Kenneth added, “Let her guide you on how to keep a man happy.”

A flicker of hope ignited in Adriana’s eyes as she listened intently. “Alright, Mr. Heath! I promise to study hard!”

Her determination was palpable; she couldn’t afford to squander a contract worth thirty million a year.

Meanwhile, Curtis was waiting upstairs, his brow furrowed in annoyance. “Why aren’t you up here yet?” he snapped. Adriana had yet to come upstairs to apologize or make amends, and his irritation was palpable.

Seeing Kenneth lingering and chatting with Adriana only intensified his frustration.

“Mr. Lincoln, rest well,” Kenneth said with a polite smile before finally taking his leave.

With Eva having the week off since Curtis was supposed to take Adriana to Harborton, the house felt eerily quiet, just the two of them left alone.

Remembering Kenneth’s advice, Adriana rushed upstairs, her heart racing as she approached Curtis. “Curtis… you should wash up and get some rest early,” she suggested, her voice soft and coaxing.

But Curtis, noticing her gentle nudging toward the guest room, felt a surge of anger. “Why should I sleep in the guest room? Are you giving up on us already?”

Realizing her misstep, Adriana stammered, “I-I just thought it would be better for you. It’s already past midnight…”

“How considerate of you,” Curtis spat through clenched teeth, his sarcasm palpable. “Funny how thoughtful you weren’t when you were throwing me under the bus.”

In a swift motion, he pinched her chin, lifting her effortlessly in one arm as he headed toward the bathroom.

He had intended to be lenient tonight, but now? There was no way she was escaping unscathed.

Adriana was bewildered, unable to grasp how she had offended Curtis. He dragged her into the bathroom, then back to bed, tormenting her until dawn. Her voice was hoarse from pleading, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she still couldn’t fathom what she had done wrong.

“Do you understand your mistake?” Curtis kept asking, his tone demanding.

Did I not satisfy him enough? Is it because I’m not skilled or experienced enough?

Tomorrow, I absolutely must meet Mr. Heath’s celebrity friend to learn some tricks of the trade.

After all, being with Matthew had taught Adriana one undeniable truth: Men think with their lower bodies.

“Curtis… please… stop…” Adriana’s voice cracked as she begged, desperation lacing her words.

But Curtis was resolute; he had no intention of allowing her any reprieve tonight.

By now, Adriana had come to realize that Curtis was the classic proud and obstinate type. Pleading could sway him, but threats would only fuel his stubbornness.

You really can’t judge a man by the way he dresses. He’s a gentleman in a suit, but without it, he transforms into something entirely different.

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The next day, Adriana awoke to the sun streaming through the window, the clock reading noon.

Curtis hadn’t brought Eva back; instead, he had prepared lunch for her himself, leaving it warm on the counter.

A sticky note caught her attention. “I’m going out. Back tonight. Remember to eat lunch.”

Curtis’s handwriting was elegant, just like him. Even a simple note felt too precious to toss aside.

Her heart fluttered as she tucked the note into her diary.

As she stood to freshen up, she became aware of a sticky sensation on her legs.

In her exhaustion, she had fallen asleep immediately after their tumultuous night, and Curtis hadn’t bothered to clean her up.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she rushed to the shower, scrubbing herself thoroughly.

Her mind was flooded with vivid memories of Curtis’s relentless torment from the night before…

It turns out there are only two ways for a woman to forget her last relationship: time or the presence of another man.

Adriana had never envisioned herself as someone who could move on so swiftly.