Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 95

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn 95**

Adriana inhaled deeply, her heart racing as she prepared to speak, but before she could gather her thoughts, Harold had already disconnected the call. The abrupt end left a hollow echo in her mind, stirring memories of their first encounter at the dinner. She could still picture the way Harold had looked at her then—his gaze warm and inviting, filled with intrigue and appreciation. But now, that warmth had turned to ice.

Prejudice, she mused, is a stubborn stain on the fabric of human hearts, one that resists even the most eloquent explanations. No matter how much I try to clarify myself, it seems futile.

In Harold’s eyes, I have become nothing more than a gold-digger, a woman willing to barter her dignity for financial security.

With a heavy sigh, Adriana turned her gaze to Eva, who stood nearby, her expression a mix of sympathy and concern. “Let her in,” Adriana instructed, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Eva looked back at her, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. I truly believe that Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln are a perfect match, but Mr. Harold is not on board with that idea…

Mr. Lincoln is a man of family values, deeply committed to those he loves. The reality is, their chances of being together seem bleak, almost nonexistent.

The door swung open, and in strode Nicole, dragging her suitcase behind her, a scowl etched across her face. “Adriana, what’s your deal? Do you honestly think this is your home? Why on earth didn’t you open the door for me? This is Curtis’s house. I’m the future lady of this residence!”

With a dismissive glance, Nicole pushed her suitcase toward Eva. “Set up the main bedroom for me. I’ll be staying there.”

Eva froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Ms. Barton… you should really stay in the guest room on the first floor. The main bedroom is reserved for Mrs. Lincoln—”

Before Eva could complete her sentence, Nicole’s hand shot out, connecting with Eva’s cheek in a sharp slap.

It was a calculated move—Nicole’s arrogance was a weapon, wielded with the intent to belittle Adriana.

Both Adriana and Eva stood in stunned silence, the shock of the moment hanging thick in the air.

Nicole let out a cold snort, her voice dripping with disdain. “Mind your tone when you speak to me. I’m Curtis’s future wife. You’re just a tramp, a woman who sells herself for money.”

Eva instinctively covered her face, humiliation washing over her like a cold wave.

“Apologize to Eva,” Adriana demanded, her voice laced with fury as she glared at Nicole, her heart pounding with indignation.

Really? Is this the long-lost daughter of the Bartons? A woman who has spent years struggling on her own yet still carries herself with such entitlement?

“Apologize to her?” Nicole laughed, a mocking sound that cut through the tension.

In a swift motion, Adriana stepped forward, her hand connecting with Nicole’s face in a resounding slap. “Fine! If you won’t apologize, I’ll do it for Eva!”

Nicole’s eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her face as she attempted to retaliate in a frenzy. But before she could act, Eva quickly stepped in to restrain her.

Seizing the moment, Adriana delivered another blow to the defenseless Nicole, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Nicole’s anger ignited. “Adriana, you’re insane! How dare you hit me! I’m calling Harold!”

With that, she turned her ire toward Eva. “And you! I’ll make sure Harold fires you!”

Eva, visibly anxious but resolute, remained close, positioning herself protectively in front of Adriana.

“Just wait,” Nicole shouted, raising her hand once more, but Eva was quick to block her.

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