Adrian’s POVThe knock at the door is sharp, each sound echoing through the quiet house like a warning bell. I already know who it is. His timing is impeccable—always showing up when I’d rather burn the world than entertain his games.Victor Cane.I glance at the security feed for confirmation and, sure enough, there he is, standing outside in his tailored suit that screams power and danger. His smirk is already in place, a mask he wears as comfortably as his expensive clothes.I let out a slow breath and head to the door, turning my expression into something calm and unreadable. Opening the door, I find him leaning casually against the frame, his dark eyes gleaming with a type of amusement.“Victor,” I say, my tone cold. “To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure?”Victor pushes himself off the frame and strides inside as if he owns the place. “Oh, come now, Blackwood. No need to be so hostile. I just came to talk.”“Talk?” I close the door and follow him closely into the living r
Kayla's povAdrian’s house was quiet—eerily so. After Victor’s visit, the atmosphere had shifted, as if the air itself carried a warning. Adrian sat across the living room, his phone in hand, scrolling through messages with an intensity that made me shiver. He hadn’t said much after Victor left, but his eyes burned with restrained fury.I glanced at him from my spot on the couch, unsure if I should break the silence. The horrible encounter with Victor still lingered in my mind—his words and taunts, the threats and the bantering between him and Adrian surely tells that this guys go way back together. There was more but I'm willing to know?“Are you just going to stare at me all night and not say anything?,” Adrian asks while flicking the cup of whiskey in his hands. He seems to like whiskey alotI flinched. “I wasn’t.”He leaned back, one arm draped over the edge of the couch, his posture charmingly relaxed. “Lying doesn’t suit you, Ayla.”I wanted to snap back, but the weight of the
Kayla lay on her bed , facing the ceiling while being lost in thoughts. She looks athe the business Card that was given to her by Victor, which she had retrieved from Adrian after he left for work. A lot of things have been running through her mind of late.Victor’s words haunted her. “If you ever want to know the truth, call me.” What truth? Could he know something about her and her family that she doesn't know and Adrian is not telling her?"Before she could die of overthinking, she grabbed her phone and dialed the number on the business card.It rang twice before Victor’s smooth, chilling voice came through. “I wasn’t sure you’d call.”Kayla gripped the phone tighter. “I want to talk. Somewhere public.”Victor chuckled softly. “Smart girl. There’s a café two blocks from Blackwood’s place. I’ll see you there in twenty minutes.”She hung up, her chest tight with nerves and indecision .She motivated herself, grabbed her coat and sneaked out of the house. The idea of meeting Victor ter
The secret house is far from the bustling city, surrounded by an eerie quietness that sets Kayla on edge. Adrian had been uncharacteristically vague when he brought her here, his jaw tight and his demeanor unchanging. The house is modern but cold, its emptiness echoing her thoughts. She’s doesn't know what to feel. It feels like ---- nothing.Clarissa arrives in the late afternoon, they haven't seen each for months now .They embrace tightly, and for a brief moment, Kayla feels a sense of love and security. They settle in the living room, sipping on coffee as Kayla pours out her frustrations about Adrian and her increasingly dangerous life.“He’s controlling, Clarissa. Not just that he's really annoying too. I'm sure this things have to do with me but somehow I don't even know anything, can you just imagine"Clarissa leans back, a teasing smirk forming on her lips. “Well, at least he’s hot. That makes being a pawn a little more bearable, doesn’t it?”Kayla rolls her eyes but can’t help
Adrian walked into the hospital with calculated strides, his friend Ethan trailing closely behind him. The strong smell of antiseptic filled the air as the pair navigated their way to the private ward where Kayla and Clarissa were. His jaw tightened as he recalled the chaos from the night before—the gunshots, Kayla’s frantic cries, and the sight of her blood-soaked hands pressing against Clarissa’s wound,defenseless.“I told her it wasn’t safe to step out, but she doesn't listen, she never does.” Adrian muttered under his breath, more to himself than Ethan.“You can’t exactly lock someone in a cage forever, Adrian, she's bound to rebel at some point” Ethan replied. “Even birds try to fly, no matter how gilded their prison.”Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t about freedom. This is about survival. If she doesn’t listen, it's only a matter of time before she ends up dead.”Ethan raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. Just don’t make a scene, remember it's a hospital."When they reached
Adrian pushed the front door open with enough force to rattle the hinges and make it fall to the ground. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark and stormy and rage filled. Kayla followed closely behind, her arms folded across her chest, her glare a silent dare for him to start the argument she knew was brewing.The silence between them snapped like a taut wire as Adrian turned, his voice cutting through the tension. “What the hell were you thinking, Kayla? Leaving the secret houselike that? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if I was a minute late? You put your life and that of your friend in danger. Oh, I forgot... She was shot!!!, all because of your disobedience!!!!"Kayla’s eyes widened in disbelief and she scoffed. “What I was thinking? Are you serious right now? You don’t get to lecture me about right or wrong decisions,when clearly you’re the reason my life’s been turned upside down!”His hand raked through his dark hair as he paced about, frustration pouring off him in wave
Darkness.The tightness of the blindfold press greatly against Kayla’s face, trapping her in an abyss of darkness and fear. Her breathing quickens, sharp and desperate as she struggles to make sense of her where she is The scent of flora and cigarettes makes the air in the place more unbreathable.Her wrists and ankles held with restraint—bound tightly, preventing movement. Panic surges through her veins like wildfire during dry season.“Help!” she screams, her voice filled with terror. “Who the hell is there?! Let me go right now!". No answer. Only silence filled the air.Kayla thrashes against the restraints, the chair beneath her creaking in protest. Her heart slams against her ribs. “Victor, if this is you, I swear to God, I’ll make you regret this! You coward, you pathetic excuse for a man!”Still nothing.Her breath shudders as she fights against the rising hysteria. Then—soft footsteps. A slow, deliberate rhythm echoing against the cold floor.A feminine chuckle slices throu
The front gates of her father’s estate creaked open slowly, revealing a sight that Kayla hadn’t expected to see. The once old looking mansion—its walls chipped and its garden overgrown and dried—now stood immaculate and ever green. The freshly painted exterior gleamed in the sunlight, and the hedges were trimmed to perfection .Her breath got caught in her throat as she stared at the beautiful transformation.Kayla dragged her suitcase along the gravel path, her mind curious.. What was happening? Where had this sudden wealth come from? She couldn’t connect the dots between this polished image with the struggling man who had been drowning in debt the last time she saw him.The front door swung open, and her father appeared, his figure leaner but more energetic and better looking than she remembered. His face broke into a wide grin, and for the first time in years, he looked genuinely.... Happy.“Kayla!” he called, arms wide open.Her heart skipped, as she dropped her suitcase, rushing i
Ethan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, maneuvering his way through the traffic like a pro. He stole a glance at Kayla through the rear mirror. She wasapplying pressure with a cloth to her wound, her face pale, but her eyes— held something more than the pain she was supposed to be feeling."Say something please," she whispered, her voice hoarse.Ethan exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "What in God's name do you expect me to say, Kayla? That I didn’t just hear Victor call you Elora? That I didn’t just watch you stand there like a deer in headlights instead of denying it properly?"Kayla swallowed hard. "Ethan, please, don’t tell Adrian. Not yet."Ethan let out a sad chuckle. "Not yet? Kayla, you knew all this time but didn't tell him?, you've been living with him, lying beside him all these time and yet you didn't tell him the damn truth?!!!" His voice rose, but he forced himself to be calm and focus on the road before he ends up causing an accident.Kayla reached out, touchin
"No, no , What have you done Fiona?". Kayla said shocked," I thought we had a deal Fiona!!!!!", she yelledFootsteps echoed from the shadows, and one by one, Victor’s men emerged, their faces cold, their weapons visible. Kayla stiffened, her hands curling into fists as a defense tool also her mind raced for an escape plan. And then he appeared.Victor stepped into the dim glow of the hanging bulbs, his expression bubbly, his dark eyes dancing with amusement. He took slow, calculated steps toward her, clapping his hands mockingly.“Well, well, well… Look what we have here,” Victor said , stopping just a few feet away. His smirk deepened as he tilted his head, eyes flickering with something stupidly amusing to him. “Did you really think Fiona would really betray me for you?"Kayla swallowed hard but kept her face blank. “What do you want, Victor?, why are you always after us?"He let out a low chuckle. “You see, I’ve been doing some digging. And I must say, I stumbled upon something…
Victor leaned back against the leather chair in his dimly lit office, rotating his chair as his cold gaze fixed on Fiona. The lighting in the room isn't even helping matters. It makes everywhere look eerie.. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the polished surface of his desk, the silence between them suffocating Fiona, she kept thinking why he must have summoned her in such a haste.. Fiona stood before him, her heart pounding, her hands clenched at her sides in fear."You will kill Kayla," Victor said, his voice disturbingly calm for the words he just uttered.Fiona's breath hitched. Her fingers curled into fists as her body tensed. "What?" she whispered, as if she had misheard.Victor leaned forward, a slow, menacing smirk playing on his lips. "I know You heard me, Fiona. If you don't do it, I'll kill you myself. And trust me, it won’t be quick or painless."Fiona felt her stomach drop. She had played dangerous games before, but this… this was beyond anything she had ever imagined
Adrian leaned back against his bed's headboard, his shirt slightly open, revealing the bandages still wrapped around his chest.. Though the pain lingered, it had dulled into a manageable ache, allowing him to be more mobile and active a little bit.She sat beside him, her hands enterwined with his, her eyes scanning his face as if memorizing every single details .For days, she had barely left his side, sge has only left to either bathe or when the doctor came in to check and dress his wound.“I'm so glad that you are recovering really fast. You had me scared for a minute.,” she muttered, her voice thick with emotion.Adrian smirked, his fingers brushing against hers. “I told you baby girl, I'm not that easy to kill."Kayla swallowed hard, looking away. “That’s not the point, Adrian. I had endangered your life. I put you in this condition and I'm so sorry, deeply sorry."The vulnerability in her voice sent a pang through his chest. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her e
Kayla gripped her phone with trembling fingers, her knuckles turning hardening The weight of everything—being kidnapped, nearly killed, watching Adrian bleed—had built up inside her like a tornado waiting to explode. And now, standing in Adrian’s hallway, she was ready to unleash it all on the one man who had chosen business over his own daughter.The phone rang. Once. Twice.Then her father’s voice came through, calm and unconcerned as always. "Kayla."She didn’t mince words. "Cut ties with Victor." Her voice was sharp, edged with restrained fury. "End every single business deal with him. I’m not asking—I’m telling you."A pause. Then a scoff. "Telling me?" Her father let out a dry chuckle. "You forget your place, Kayla."Her grip tightened. "My place? Do you have any fucking idea what I’ve just been through in the past few weeks? Victor kidnapped me. He tied me to a chair and held a gun to my head like I was nothing! And you want to talk about my place?"A heavy silence followed be
Adrian's bedroom was very except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor attached to Adrian. His unconscious body laid still on the bed. His clothes still blood soaked. The doctor had to cut it up to treat the bullet wound on his chest. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic. The chilling chaos of what happened could not be forgotten. Kayla sat beside him, her fingers entwined with his, her firm grip as if , if she held onto him tightly, it would keep him from slipping away from her. She hadn't eaten or slept. Infact, she hadn't left his side since they brought him back home. Ethan and Clarissa had insisted she refreshed herself and sleep, but how could she do that? How could she sleep or eat or feel calm knowing that the man she loves is in this state. Her eyes became weak with exhaustion yet she refuses to rest them. Every few minutes sger check him anything unusual. She didn't want to miss him waking up. The bullet had oy missed his heart by a few inches Ethan hov
The moment Adrian and Ethan storm into Victor’s estate, they know it’s a trap. The air is thick with tension, and the eerie silence of the grand hallway screams danger. But that is the least of things Adrian cares about . His grip tightens around his gun as he strides forward, he could hear his own heartbeat as his ears becomes tingly. Victor has Kayla. That’s all that matters. Ethan walks beside him, face set like stone. "This feels too easy," he mutters under his breath. Adrian’s jaw ticks. "It’s not. He wants us here." They push through the heavy double doors leading to Victor’s private lounge. And there he is. Sitting in the middle of the dimly lit room like he owns the world. Very stupid individual.A smirk plays on his lips as he twirls a glass of champagne in his hand. But Adrian’s eyes don’t linger on him. His focus immediately shifts to the two figures tied to chairs beside him—Kayla and Clarissa. Kayla’s head jerks up the second she sees him. Her lips part, relief
yla laughed as she held up a red dress against her body, twirling slightly in front of the Checking herself out. "This red one? Or the black one?"Clarissa looked at them.. "Black. Red makes you look like you're trying too hard, like it's giving desperation.Kayla gasped in mock offense. "Excuse me? Red is bold. Red is confidence!"Clarissa smirked. "Red is Adrian’s favorite color."Kayla rolled her eyes. "Okay, maybe that too. Maybe"The boutique was luxurious, filled with the scent of expensive perfumes , clothes , bags and every ladies dream and soft music playing in the background. They had been shopping for nearly two hours, hopping from one designer store to another. Kayla felt light—genuinely happy for the first time in a while. It feels good to wind up sometimes."You know," Clarissa said as she examined a row of high heels, "I never thought I'd see the day where you would willingly use Adrian’s black card freely, considering how you guys started. I thought it was going to be
Adrian never used to hate Victor.Once, they had been inseparable. Brothers—not related by blood, but by something even stronger. Trust. Loyalty. A bond forged through struggle, ambition, and an unshakable belief that they were destined to conquer the world together.They built their empire side by side, together , rising from nothing, turning their names into something feared and respected. Removing every obstacles together. Their friendship was to die for.But that was before jealousy poisoned everything.Before Victor killed the only woman Adrian ever loved.Seven Years Ago – The Night Everything ChangedA grand ballroom in New York. Chandeliers hanging like fallen stars. The air thick with wealth, power, and deception.Adrian adjusted the cuff of his suit, scanning the crowd with sharp, assessing eyes. Tonight was a victory. A&V Enterprises had just secured its biggest contract yet, pushing them into the league of untouchables. Every major player was in the room, eager to shake th