Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Cruel

Chapter 11: Cruel

Adrian Blackwood arrived at the Stars Gala in style and stepped onto the event’s red carpet with all eyes on him. He was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo with subtle gold embroidery on the lapels. He radiated confidence and charm. Flashes of cameras illuminated his amber eyes as reporters and photographers shouted his name, desperate for a photo or

comment.

“Adrian! Over here!” one reporter called.

He turned briefly, offering his signature smoldering look before moving forward. His every move exuded ease, but his mind was already ahead, thinking of the conversations and deals awaiting him tonight.

“Adrian! Rumors have spread speculating your victory in tonight’s nomination for the Top Most Talented Actors in the record of AMN and the industry! What do you say about it?”

Adrian paused mid-step as the lights from the cameras caught the sharp lines of his face. His amber eyes sparkled with confidence and humility as he turned to face the reporter who had called out the question.

With a slight tilt of his head and a charming smile that seemed to captivate the crowd, he replied, “It’s an honor just to be considered, truly. The industry is filled with such incredible talent, and to even have my name mentioned alongside them is more than I could have ever hoped for.”

The reporter leaned in, microphone extended. “But surely, Adrian, with your consistent box-office hits and critically acclaimed performances, you must feel confident about your chances tonight?”

Adrian chuckled softly, effortlessly disarming. “Confidence is one thing,” he said in a measured voice, “but I believe in staying grounded. At the end of the day, it’s about the craft, the stories we tell, and the impact we leave on the audience. Winning or not, I’m grateful to be part of this journey.”

Another reporter chimed in, “Many have said you’ve revolutionized what it means to be an actor in this generation. How do you stay so humble despite all the accolades?”

His smile softened with a flicker of genuine emotion passing through his gaze. “I think it’s important to remember where you started. The struggles, the lessons, they shape who you are. I’ve been lucky to have incredible support along the way, and I don’t take any of it for granted.”

Bianca, who had been standing slightly behind him, stepped closer, looping her arm through his. “And let’s not forget his dedication,” she added smoothly, her voice dripping with pride. “Adrian pours his heart and soul into every role he takes on. That’s what sets him apart.”

The cameras flashed wildly as the pair stood together, Bianca’s dazzling smile complementing Adrian’s composed demeanor.

One of the reporters, not missing the moment, asked, “Does Bianca’s presence tonight signify anything special? Are we seeing the return of Hollywood’s, pardon me-AMN’s golden couple?”

Bianca let out a soft laugh, tilting her head coyly as she looked up at Adrian. “I think we’ll let the audience draw their own conclusions,” she said playfully.

The reporters persisted, but Adrian lifted a hand in polite dismissal. “Thank you for your questions,” he said with a practiced smile. “I look forward to what tonight has in store.”

With that, he guided Bianca into the venue, leaving behind the excited murmur of the press.

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But as soon as they stepped through the grand doors, the energy of the room shifted. A new wave of photographers and reporters surged forward with the relentless flashes of cameras illuminating the already dazzling space. The click of shutters echoed, blending with the hum of awe-struck murmurs as Adrian and Bianca took their place in the spotlight. The pair stood poised with effortless grace, radiating an aura of sophistication that captivated everyone in the room. Bianca’s golden gown shimmered under the lights and the intricate sequins caught every flicker of illumination as if she were wrapped in liquid gold. Her golden hair cascaded in soft waves, perfectly complementing her piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow like sapphires against the backdrop of the gala.

Adrian, who was standing tall beside her, exuded an air of confidence. His perfectly tailored black suit accentuated his lean, athletic frame, while the warm, amber hue of his eyes drew the room’s attention. Together, they were breathtaking-a vision of elegance and allure that demanded every camera’s focus.

“It’s like they stepped out of a dream,” one reporter whispered to another.

“Look at them,” another murmured. “Bianca’s dress, her hair… And Adrian! His eyes match her colors. They’re perfect

together.”

Indeed, the sight of Adrian’s fiery amber eyes against Bianca’s cool sapphire ones created a striking contrast that seemed almost poetic. The golden accents of Bianca’s gown harmonized with Adrian’s refined black and gold cufflinks, as if every

detail of their appearance was designed to complement the other.

No wonder they were called the golden couple. The two were more than a pair. They were a statement. The epitome of

beauty, power, and fame. A union that embodied the very essence of AMN’s glitz and glamour.

The crowd couldn’t help but marvel, and for a moment, the room seemed to revolve entirely around them.

And when Bianca thought the cameras were done, she raised her hand. A glint of something dazzling caught everyone’s

attention. The light from the flashing cameras illuminated the ring on her finger, making it sparkle against her perfectly

manicured hand.

“Is that… Soul?” a reporter called out, eyes wide with surprise at the sight of the legendary ring.

“It is,” Bianca chimed in with a playful smile, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Adrian gave it to me. Isn’t he just the loveliest?”

Adrian, who had been momentarily distracted by the chatter, glanced at the ring. But as soon as his sight landed on it, he frowned. His brow furrowed as recognition hit him like a punch. It was the same ring. The one he had given to Noelle was now on Bianca’s finger.

His gaze hardened as a wave of confusion and frustration washed over him. Without thinking, he reached out and gently pulled Bianca closer to him, guiding her away from the photographers while his fingers lightly gripped her waist.

“Where did you get that ring?” he asked in a low and tensed voice. His grip on her tightened slightly, and his eyes bore into her as if he could somehow will her to answer truthfully.

But Bianca was oblivious to the storm brewing inside Adrian. She chuckled and answered in a teasing manner. “This ring? Chloe handed it to me after our photoshoot two days ago,” she said casually, holding it up to show him. “She said your personal assistant gave it to her to deliver as a gift from you. You are so sweet.”

Adrian’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to piece together what Bianca had just said. Personal assistant? He didn’t have one. His manager, Miles, handled everything for him-nothing ever went through an assistant. And yet, here was Bianca, so nonchalantly wearing the ring that ‘she’ loved, the ring he had carefully picked out for ‘Noelle.’

His heart thudded painfully in his chest as confusion and anger boiled inside him. Noelle-had she been the one to give it to Bianca? That didn’t make sense. Why would she do that? Why would she hand over something so personal, something meant only for her, to Bianca?

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The thought twisted in Adrian’s gut, leaving him breathless. He couldn’t fathom it. Noelle wouldn’t have done that. He had given her that ring and it had been for her and her alone. So how could it be here on Bianca’s finger, with no hesitation, no questions asked, as if it belonged to her?

His eyes narrowed, trying to stay calm. But deep down, his mind raced with a thousand possibilities. ‘Could Noelle have known…?’ He stopped himself. No, that wasn’t it. ‘If she knew, she wouldn’t have stayed silent and already caused a

ruckus.’

But the more he thought about it, the more the pieces seemed to fall into place.

Adrian’s eyes flashed with panic as his hand shot out, snatching the ring from Bianca’s finger. The action was so sudden,

so forceful, that Bianca let out a startled gasp, her expression shifting instantly to one of fury.

“What the hell, Adrian?” she demanded, her voice rising with indignation as she tried to grab it back. But Adrian barely registered her protest. His thoughts were scattered as the noise in his mind felt deafening while he made his way out of the place.

‘Noelle. I need to talk to Noelle. It could be that this ring was stolen from her. Right?’ Adrian thought.

But deep inside he knew, there was definitely something even more cruel than what he wants himself to believe.