The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 101: Just A Man In Love

A week passed, Sebastian was now sober and trying his best to get Adrian to forgive him, but not a word had kedt Adrian’s lips.

"Adrian," Sebastian slowly walked over to Adrian, who was sitting quietly in front of the opened window.

"I’m sorry, Adrian. You really don’t have to stay angry with me forever," Sebastian said, placing a gentle hand on Adrian’s shoulder.

Still Adrian said nothing to him.

Sebastian sighed, pulling a cvaur tonsut beside Adrian.

For a minute, they sat in silence, watching the beautiful city beneaty them.

"You should know, Adrian, my feelings for you are genuine, and I’ll never hurt you, I just want you to see that I am the only one who truly sees you for you and Wil never subject you to conditions –"

"I’m in Greece, Sebastian. Have been for a week. You kidnapped me, blackmailed me, threatened me, and I’m under a condition right under your roof: if I run, Alexander and I gets exposed." Adrian chuckled bitterly.

"You’re worse, Sebastian Vale. For once, I thought we could be friends, but after this, nothing can ever make me forgive you, not even your death," he spoke calmly, turning his head to flash Sebastian an unsettling smile.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath to calm his anger.

He smiled, "Adrian. I understand how you feel, and I believe you have every right to feel gat way. If I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same way, too. But—" he paused, placing a hand on Adrian’s thigh, "If there is one thing I’m being brutally honest about, it is my love for you." He whispered.

Adrian scoffed, shaking his head at Sebastian’s delusion.

Sebastian moved closer, cupping Adrian’s chin and staring right into his grey eyes.

"If I had another chance, I would have done things differently. I agree my approach was wrong, and I’m not making excuses for being drunk while doing it, I’m just saying I should have done better, Adrian. But, the deed is done already, and since I have you with me now, I promise to do my beat to olive to you that I’m not the villain, I’m just a man in love," Sebastian leaned down and kissed Adrian’s forehead before he stood from the chair.

"Lunch is ready, Adrian. Please, come and eat," Sebastian invited gently before walking out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Adrian shut his eyes, his tears falling freely. He clenched his fists on his lap, biting his lip hard enough to leave brusies.

He he didn’t cry for himself, he cried for Alexander’s broken heart, for the pain Alexander must be going through at the moment, the betrayal, the agony.

He wondered if he would ever see Alexander again, even if he did, would Alexander ever look at him the same way again?

Will those beautiful blue eyes ever befall him with such affection? Or will they look at him with scorn and hate.

He missed Alexander do much.

After the Governor’s Gala, he was ready to accept Alexander’s request and come out to their families, and maybe, even marry him for real. But none of those would ever be possible.

Alexander hates him now, he hated himself, too.

His stomach grumbled, a sharp pain shooting g across his abdomen. He had refused rating for two days, if he continued that way, he’d end up in the hospital.

He needed all his strength to plan his escape. Even if Alexander never took him back, he owed him a clean apology.

With a resigned sigh, he stood, and walked out of the room.

He walked out to the living room and frowned as he saw Sebastian sitting calmly in the dining table as if he hadn’t just aducted someone.

Sebastian saw Adrian walking toward him and immediately stood from the chair, "Adrian," he called in surprise, pulling out the chair beside his.

Adrian ignored him and went to sit across the table.

He never wanted to have anything to do with Sebastian, the farther away he was, the better.

"Food is served, sir," a young female chef pushed the food cart over, placing the dishes in front of the men.

She bowed her head and disappeared.

"Please, enjoy your food, Adrian–"

​Adrian stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the marble floor of the lavish Greek villa—a gilded cage Sebastian had chosen for his forced honeymoon.

​"You’re right," Adrian stated, his voice flat and cold, echoing the hollowness in his chest. "There’s nothing to enjoy." He looked Sebastian directly in the eye, his grey gaze hard and devoid of any warmth. "I’m just eating to survive. And I don’t like you."

​Sebastian’s smile faltered, but he quickly recovered, leaning back slightly in his chair, watching Adrian with an almost clinical patience. "I know, Adrian. It will take time, but I am committed to earning your forgiveness. I only ask for honesty in return."

​They ate in a thick silence, broken only by the clinking of silverware. Sebastian kept his gaze fixed on Adrian, his expression a desperate cocktail of guilt and hopeful devotion.

​Adrian forced down the food, chewing slowly, methodically. Every mouthful was a means to an end: fuel for the escape plan forming in the back of his mind. He ignored the rich, unfamiliar taste of the Mediterranean cuisine. All he could taste was betrayal, both the one he inflicted and the one Sebastian wielded.

​Sebastian sighed softly, leaning forward. "You know, seeing you like this, quiet and focused... it just reminds me of how perfectly you fit into my life. No demands, no corporate games, just peace." He reached across the table, his hand hovering near Adrian’s wrist.

​Adrian immediately pulled his arm back, placing both hands firmly in his lap. "Don’t touch me."

​Sebastian withdrew his hand, his expression momentarily stung. "Understood." He picked up his own phone, which had been buzzing insistently. He read the screen, and his face instantly tightened, a mix of apprehension and smug triumph spreading across his features.

​He looked up at Adrian, his composure cracking slightly. "Adrian," he said slowly, "There’s something... a public statement. You probably shouldn’t see this."

​Adrian’s nerves instantly frayed. Any mention of public statements meant Alexander. He pushed his half-eaten plate away. "Show me. Now."

​Sebastian hesitated, clearly enjoying the control the secret gave him, but Adrian’s unwavering, fierce demand overruled his theatrical delay. With a sigh, Sebastian unlocked the screen and rotated the phone, showing Adrian a streaming live video feed.

​The video was a press conference. Alexander Devereux stood at a podium, looking impeccably tailored, powerful, and utterly ruthless. The scene was chaotic—flashing cameras, aggressive reporters, and a backdrop banner celebrating "Devereux Corp’s New Global Height." Alexander had achieved the impossible, securing a major victory in the market.

​Adrian’s breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs. Alexander looked like a victor, yet there was a deep, cold emptiness in his blue eyes that sent a shiver down Adrian’s spine.

​Alexander began to speak, his voice amplified, clear, and steady. He acknowledged the business triumph with practiced ease, accepted the accolades, and then, without warning, pivoted. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

​"Finally," Alexander stated, his gaze sweeping over the cameras, seemingly looking directly at Adrian through the screen, "I must address a private matter that has become necessary due to recent, unexpected circumstances. As of today, I can confirm that my marriage to Adrienne Devereux is dissolving. We are proceeding with an amicable, if immediate, divorce."

​The reporters erupted into a cacophony of shouts, questions, and stunned gasps.

​Alexander raised a hand, silencing the chaos immediately. "I wish my soon-to-be ex-wife well. However, effective immediately, I am declaring myself single. I look forward to dedicating my full attention to Devereux Corp as the world’s most eligible bachelor once more."

​The screen was filled with Alexander’s final, definitive statement, a cold, hard confirmation that the ’Adrienne’ persona—the fragile bridge connecting him to Adrian—was utterly gone.

​Adrian felt his world shatter.

​The food in his stomach tasted like chalk. His throat clenched, tight and dry, and his eyes stung with a sudden, overwhelming pressure. The silver fork, which he had been holding loosely, trembled violently in his hand before clattering onto his plate.

​"No," Adrian murmured, the word barely audible, a sound of profound devastation. "No..."

​Sebastian was instantly out of his chair. He rounded the dining table and pulled Adrian to his feet, wrapping him in a suffocating embrace.

​"It’s alright, Adrian. It’s alright," Sebastian cooed, rubbing Adrian’s back with a sickening false comfort. "He’s letting you go! Don’t you see? It’s better this way. You’re free! You don’t need to be tied to his contract or his lies anymore. You’re finally free of him."

​Sebastian tried to steer Adrian’s head to his shoulder, but Adrian pushed against his chest, resisting the contact with sudden, frantic strength.

​The pain, the betrayal of Alexander moving on so quickly, hit him with brutal force. He hadn’t even waited a week. He hadn’t fought back against Adrian’s cruel words. He had simply cut the cord and declared himself free.

​Adrian finally broke, his control snapping. He pushed Sebastian away with a desperate shove, tears streaming down his face—not the slow, quiet tears of resignation, but tears of searing, furious pain.

​"Free?!" Adrian’s voice was high and raw, filled with years of pent-up anger and grief. "You destroyed me! You think I wanted this freedom? You separated me from the man I love! I never lied to him, Sebastian! The passion, the intimacy—none of that was fake! You heard it! You heard us!"

​He clenched his fists, shaking with rage and heartbreak. "Alexander loved me! And I loved him! And you—you twisted it! You ruined it! I did this to save his company, Sebastian, not to be with you! I will never love you! Do you understand? Never!"

​He turned and stumbled away from the table, away from the food, away from Sebastian’s triumphant, desperate face. He ran back toward the bedroom, seeking the isolation of the gilded cage, leaving Sebastian alone in the dining room, staring at the discarded phone where Alexander had just publicly severed their ties.

​Adrian slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it, sliding down until he was crumpled on the floor. He didn’t care about the escape now. He only cared about the knife Sebastian had plunged into his heart.

​He didn’t even wait. He hates me that much.