Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance-Chapter 33: Dinner with boyfriend

Elaine sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone after the call ended. Her father's words still echoed in her mind—his tone laced with disappointment, yet calculated, as if he already had a plan in place.

"A boy who doesn't even match our status."

She clenched her fists. She knew exactly what her father was trying to do—belittle Adrian, make him feel small, and remind him of the invisible lines drawn between them. Her father never cared who she was with, as long as it served his interests. And now, suddenly, he wanted to meet Adrian?

Elaine sighed, rubbing her temples. Should I even tell Adrian?

Of course, she had to. But she also knew Adrian wouldn't back down easily. He wasn't the type to be intimidated by wealth or power. If anything, her father's arrogance might only push him to stand taller.

Still, the thought of subjecting Adrian to her father's condescending remarks made her uneasy.

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What was her father planning?

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Elaine hesitated before finally speaking, "My father wants to meet you."

Adrian raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "Oh? That soon? Guess I made quite an impression."

She let out a sigh, the tension already building in her chest. "Adrian, this isn't a good thing. He doesn't want to meet you because he's happy for me. He's trying to scare you off."

Adrian leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, completely unfazed. "Let him try."

Elaine clenched her fists. "You don't get it. My father—he's not just going to ask you simple questions. He's going to dissect you. He'll make you feel like you don't belong, like you're nothing. He'll twist everything you say, pick at every weakness he can find."

Adrian's smirk didn't fade. Instead, there was a quiet confidence in his eyes. "Elaine, you don't have to worry about me. I've faced worse than a rich man with an ego."

She looked at him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation, but he only met her with steady assurance. "I can handle this."

But that's what she was afraid of. Adrian wasn't the type to back down—he was the type to fight back. And her father? He didn't lose.

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Elaine sat stiffly at the dining table, the weight of expectation pressing down on her. Her father sat at the head, unreadable as always, while Olivia was practically glowing with smug amusement. Alex sat beside her, rigid, staring down at his plate like it held all the answers he refused to confront.

"So," Olivia drawled, swirling the wine in her glass. "You finally got yourself a boyfriend. But a nobody? Come on, Elaine. You could do better."

Elaine exhaled slowly. "Why does it even matter to you?"

Her father set his utensils down with a quiet clink. "It matters because you're my daughter," he said, voice controlled but sharp. "If this boy isn't capable, I'll make sure you understand your mistake before it ruins you."

Elaine's grip on her fork tightened. She scoffed Of course. If his opinion matter to her.

Then he glanced at the time, expression hardening. "And yet, he can't even be punctual. Tells me all I need to know."

Before she could respond, the maid entered the dining hall. "Sir, Mr. Adrian has arrived."

Silence.

Then footsteps.

Adrian entered the room like he owned it.

Elaine watched as the air shifted—not just in her, but in everyone. His black suit was perfectly tailored, his posture unshaken, movements effortless. In his hand, he carried a bouquet of deep red roses, which he handed to Elaine with a small, knowing smile. Then, in front of everyone, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

It was a simple gesture, but it sent ripples through the room.

Olivia's eyes lingered on Adrian with something close to appreciation. Who wouldn't? He looked like he had just stepped out of a Vogue magazine—effortlessly sophisticated, the perfect mix of charm and mystery.

For once, she had to admit... Elaine actually picked well.

Their father's brows lifted—just barely, but enough. Even Alex, who had remained silent all evening, gripped his wine glass tighter, his knuckles turning white

He met her father's stare with a nod—calm, distant, unreadable. That same cold confidence that made people either respect him or fear him.

As he took his seat, the questions began. Sharp, probing, meant to expose any weakness.

But Adrian didn't falter. His responses were effortless, precise. He answered as though he had spent his life in boardrooms, negotiating with men far more ruthless than Elaine's father. She could see it—the brief flicker of surprise in her father's eyes.

And then there was Alex.

His glare was sharp, unreadable to most, but Elaine understood it too well. Jealousy. Resentment. He hated this. Hated seeing Adrian sit beside her, completely unshaken.

Elaine swallowed hard. How dare he? How dare Alex look at her like she was the one who betrayed him?

The dinner continued, tense and calculating. But one thing was clear—Adrian was not someone who could be intimidated.

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"So Adrain i heard...you were adopted"

Elaine's father leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine glass as he studied Adrian. His voice was calm but probing.

Elaine stiffened, her eyes darting to Adrian. Adopted? This was news to her. Mary never mentioned anything about this.

Adrian, unfazed, gave a small nod. "Yes, my mother adopted me. My father... didn't approve. It caused a lot of miscommunication between them, and eventually, they divorced." His tone was casual, but something in his words carried more weight than he let on.

Across the table, Alex narrowed his eyes, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. There's more to this boy than he's letting on. His mannerisms, his confidence—everything about him felt too polished, too refined for someone without a powerful background. Who exactly is Adrian?