Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 94

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn 94**

Curtis ran his fingers gently through Adriana’s hair, an odd blend of exasperation and amusement dancing in his eyes. “Do you really think I’m some kind of animal?” he teased, his voice laced with an affectionate incredulity.

She’s hurt…

Adriana mumbled something unintelligible, her heart racing with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

How could anyone say no to a sugar daddy who lavished 30 million a year? When money enters the equation, emotions often take a backseat, don’t they?

That night, Curtis didn’t make any advances toward her, but he wrapped his arms around her protectively as they drifted into slumber.

At first, sleep eluded Adriana, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. But as Curtis held her, she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting lullaby that began to soothe her restless mind.

He seems to genuinely love holding me close…

But was he truly uninterested in women? What about Cynthia… Had he ever shared this intimacy with her? Did he cradle her in this same way?

Lost in the haze of her drowsy musings, Adriana eventually succumbed to sleep, her worries fading into the background.

Morning light filtered through the curtains when she stirred awake, only to find Eva back, but Curtis was already gone, leaving her with a strange sense of emptiness.

He had entrusted Kenneth to look after her, a silent guardian meant to shield her from whatever turmoil might arise.

Adriana had braced herself for the chaos she expected from Danielle and Nicole, anticipating their antics as soon as Curtis departed. Yet, to her surprise, both girls were uncharacteristically subdued, their usual mischief absent.

Whatever it was that Curtis had done, it had clearly worked wonders.

Kenneth took it upon himself to escort Adriana to meet a minor celebrity friend—a mentor of sorts—who would share the secrets of keeping a sugar daddy satisfied.

“Girl, you hit the jackpot. You’re married to Curtis, the prince of Harborton. Most people wouldn’t even get a glimpse of him. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and drop-dead gorgeous…” Bonnie Grant, the petite starlet, had a name that sounded cute but carried herself with an air of authority.

She circled Adriana like a hawk, nodding in approval. “Not bad at all. Full chest, a round butt that’s just right, flawless fair skin, and you look stunning even without a scrap of makeup.”

Adriana was precisely the kind of woman the elite found irresistible.

Especially those eyes—big, innocent, and untouched by the harsh realities of the world.

“Bonnie… Curtis gets upset easily. What can I do to keep him happy?” Adriana asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with uncertainty.

“Money talks, honey. You do what you’re paid to do, but there are standards we uphold here,” Bonnie replied with a proud smile, showcasing her sparkling ring and the glimmering jewels adorning her wrist. “My guy gives me a million a month—that’s twelve million a year. In our circle, that’s elite, not even counting the jewelry and perks that come with it. That’s why I obey him completely and steer clear of his personal life.”

Bonnie beamed with pride, as if she had already conquered the sugar baby realm.

Adriana nodded, feeling a mixture of admiration and envy.

Bonnie tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “So, how much does your guy shell out each month?”

Adriana paused to recall the recent bonus she had received. “Three hundred thousand a month.”

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