Chapter 12: A Test of Trust

Olivia spent the rest of the day avoiding her laptop, her fingers itching to write but her conscience pulling her in the opposite direction.

Her job required facts, truth—but everything about this situation was built on a lie.

And then there was Adrian.

She didn't know what to make of him anymore. He was arrogant, infuriating, and yet… he was also layered. There was something beneath the surface, something deeper than the charming persona he projected to the world.

She wasn't sure she wanted to find out what it was.

But fate didn't give her much of a choice.

At exactly 9 p.m., her phone buzzed again.

Adrian: Come to the studio. There's something you need to see.

Curiosity warred with caution. Was this a trap? Another one of his games?

She sighed, grabbing her coat. She had covered tougher stories than this. What was the worst that could happen?

The studio was dimly lit, the scent of coffee and soundproofed silence filling the air.

Adrian stood by the grand piano, his fingers lazily pressing a few keys as she entered.

"You actually showed up," he said without looking up.

She crossed her arms. "What do you want, Adrian?"

He gestured toward a chair. "Sit."

She hesitated but did as he asked.

Then, without another word, he began to play.

The melody was haunting—soft but intense, the kind of song that seeped into your bones and stayed there. It wasn't just music. It was a story. A confession.

She found herself leaning forward.

And then he started singing.

His voice was raw, stripped of the polished performance quality she had heard before. This wasn't for an audience. This wasn't for show.

It was for her.

The lyrics spoke of regret. Of betrayal. Of a love lost because of a mistake too big to undo.

By the time the last note faded, Olivia's chest was tight, her fingers gripping the armrest of her chair.

Adrian finally looked up, his gaze locked onto hers.

"That's the truth," he said quietly.

She swallowed hard. "That song… it's about the woman you betrayed, isn't it?"

A flicker of pain crossed his features, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.

"Yes."

Silence stretched between them, heavy with things unspoken.

For the first time, Olivia saw him—not as the cocky billionaire musician, not as the arrogant playboy she had written off, but as a man carrying a past he couldn't outrun.

And it terrified her how much she wanted to understand him.