Adrian’s POVThe rhythmic clicking of buttons filled the game room, accompanied by Julian’s occasional muttered curses whenever I got the upper hand. He was competitive, always had been, but tonight, his focus was scattered."You’re distracted," I pointed out, not taking my eyes off the screen.Julian scoffed, leaning back against the couch. "Says the guy who’s been playing on autopilot for the last ten minutes."I clenched my jaw, knowing he wasn’t wrong. My mind wasn’t on the game—it was on Sarah.Her conversation with Tasha had been playing in the back of my mind ever since I overheard my name. I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the way her voice softened when she said she didn’t regret marrying me—it did something to me."We should call it a night." I muttered, throwing the gamepad on a beanbag. "Hey! I was finally winning." Julian cried out, standing up after me. "I owe you a rematch some other day, right now, I really want to see Sarah." I told him, turning off the system. He t
Sarah’s POVThe faint sound of the bedroom door clicking shut stirred me awake. My body felt warm, cocooned in the blankets, and for a moment, I just lay there, relishing the rare sense of peace. The scent of Adrian’s cologne still lingered on the sheets beside me, a reminder that he’d been here just moments ago.I stretched, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. My body still felt sluggish, but at least today, the ache in my chest wasn’t as heavy as before. Small victories.A soft knock sounded at the door before it creaked open slightly."You're awake," Tasha’s voice floated in as she stepped inside. "I was about to wake you up."I didn't realize she'd slept over last night, Julian must have convinced her to. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What time is it?""A little past nine. I figured you might want some tea before getting ready." She held up a steaming cup, and I smiled, taking it from her."Thanks, Tash."She perched on the edge of
Sarah’s POVI slipped my hand into Adrian’s, my fingers curling around his warmth. It wasn’t the first time we’d held hands, but today, it felt different—like I was choosing to lean on him, to trust him.He didn’t say anything about it, just gave my hand a light squeeze.“Let’s go,” he said.As we walked down to the car, I felt his eyes on me, but I kept mine ahead, steadying myself. I had spent days convincing myself that I was ready for this session, that I could sit in a room with a stranger and say the words I’d been running from for years.Now, standing on the edge of it, my chest felt tight.Adrian opened the car door for me, waiting until I was seated before rounding to his side. I watched him as he started the engine, the steady way he moved, the ease in his presence. He had been patient with me—more patient than I deserved.“What is it?” he asked, his tone light but attentive.I hesitated, then murmured, “Just… thanks. For coming with me.”His grip tightened on the steering w
Sarah's POV “I carefully arranged the presentation files on the conference table, placing each one in front of a seat, and set a bottle of water next to each file. I wiped my clammy hands on my dress and exhaled as I stepped back to admire my work. Everything was in place for the meeting with the CEO, Adrian Blackwood.Just then, the door swung open, and the board members began to file in. I took my seat beside my manager, pulling out my iPad and light pen, ready to take notes.A few moments before the meeting was set to begin, my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Excuse me,” I said to my manager, “I need to use the restroom.”“Better get back here on time,” he replied curtly. “I don’t want you to miss a thing in this meeting.”I rushed out, and as the elevator doors opened, I found Adrian Blackwood stepping out, his eyes glued to his phone. His rich cologne enveloped me, making me inhale sharply. I held my breath until he walked past, his assistant trailing behind him.Once inside the ele
Adrian's POV As I sat in my office, the weight of the board meeting still weighed heavily on my mind. My personal assistant, Neville, entered with a concerned expression. “Adrian, we need to talk,” he said, closing the door behind him.“I was just about to send for you. What’s on your mind?” I asked, rubbing my temples to ease the headache that was setting in. The meeting had been intense, and the news about our new competitor was still fresh.Neville leaned against my desk, arms crossed. “You heard what the board said. Our new competitor is gaining traction because they present a grounded and responsible image. They have a family man at the helm, while you… well, it’s one girl today and another tomorrow.”I frowned, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “I know that but my personal life shouldn’t matter when it comes to business.”“Unfortunately, it does,” he replied firmly. “Clients and investors want to see stability and reliability. They’re drifting away because they perceive
Sarah's POV I was standing there awkwardly at the door, taking in the office. It was decorated with black, white and grey with two paintings on both sides of the wall. This was the first time I had been called into the CEO’s office since I began working here two years ago. “Please, take a seat,” he offered, gesturing toward the chair.“I’m comfortable standing, Sir,” I replied.“Miss Nathaniel? Have a seat.” he insisted, his tone softening.With a reluctant sigh, I moved to the chair and sat down, feeling my heart race. “You sent for me, Sir,” I stated, raising my chin to meet his intense gaze with a mix of defiance and fear. I had a feeling that my manager had reported me to him and that's why I'd been sent for. This wasn't the time to get fired. I'd do whatever he asked so I could keep this job. I need the money for Nora. “Sarah, I’ve gone through your file,” Adrian began, his gaze steady. “I’m impressed by your work record.”“Thank you,” I replied cautiously, my heart racing.” I
Adrian's POV A minute passed. She cleared her throat and responded, “Fine. I'll marry you but I'm doing this only for my daughter.” A smile graced my lips, “Good. I knew you'd make the right decision.”“What do you stand to gain with this union anyway?” she asked, staring at me in confusion. “You’ve been fine without a wife all these years.”“I'm doing this for Blackwood Organisation,” I replied, mimicking her tone. “I'm doing this for the staff whose families depend on us for their daily bread. I'm doing this to uphold my family's legacy. So you see, there's not much difference between us.”She scoffed, “Don't flatter me, Sir. There's a big, glaring difference between us. For one, I wouldn't marry anyone if I didn't love him.” she blurted out then clapped her mouth shut in surprise. I chuckled, “Well you just shot yourself in the foot, Sarah. Newsflash, you're getting married to me, tomorrow evening.”“What?!” her brown eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Why... Who... I…” she s
Sarah's POV I stepped out of my bedroom, about to head out when Adrian emerged from the kitchen, his bare chest glistening with a sheen of sweat, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. I knew he must have been working out. That was his usual morning routine before breakfast. Funny how I'd memorized his routine when we'd only been married for a few days. My eyes were instantly drawn to his toned physique, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks.“Where are you going?” he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he took a step closer.“I see you're enjoying the view,” he remarked. I snapped out of my thoughts, taking a step back and feigning disgust. “No, eww!” He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. “Seriously, do you like it?”“Adrian!” I protested, trying to regain my composure. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”“I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon since I got married just last weekend,” he replied smoothly. “Now, don’t try to change the subject. Where are you going?”“None o
Sarah’s POVI slipped my hand into Adrian’s, my fingers curling around his warmth. It wasn’t the first time we’d held hands, but today, it felt different—like I was choosing to lean on him, to trust him.He didn’t say anything about it, just gave my hand a light squeeze.“Let’s go,” he said.As we walked down to the car, I felt his eyes on me, but I kept mine ahead, steadying myself. I had spent days convincing myself that I was ready for this session, that I could sit in a room with a stranger and say the words I’d been running from for years.Now, standing on the edge of it, my chest felt tight.Adrian opened the car door for me, waiting until I was seated before rounding to his side. I watched him as he started the engine, the steady way he moved, the ease in his presence. He had been patient with me—more patient than I deserved.“What is it?” he asked, his tone light but attentive.I hesitated, then murmured, “Just… thanks. For coming with me.”His grip tightened on the steering w
Sarah’s POVThe faint sound of the bedroom door clicking shut stirred me awake. My body felt warm, cocooned in the blankets, and for a moment, I just lay there, relishing the rare sense of peace. The scent of Adrian’s cologne still lingered on the sheets beside me, a reminder that he’d been here just moments ago.I stretched, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. My body still felt sluggish, but at least today, the ache in my chest wasn’t as heavy as before. Small victories.A soft knock sounded at the door before it creaked open slightly."You're awake," Tasha’s voice floated in as she stepped inside. "I was about to wake you up."I didn't realize she'd slept over last night, Julian must have convinced her to. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What time is it?""A little past nine. I figured you might want some tea before getting ready." She held up a steaming cup, and I smiled, taking it from her."Thanks, Tash."She perched on the edge of
Adrian’s POVThe rhythmic clicking of buttons filled the game room, accompanied by Julian’s occasional muttered curses whenever I got the upper hand. He was competitive, always had been, but tonight, his focus was scattered."You’re distracted," I pointed out, not taking my eyes off the screen.Julian scoffed, leaning back against the couch. "Says the guy who’s been playing on autopilot for the last ten minutes."I clenched my jaw, knowing he wasn’t wrong. My mind wasn’t on the game—it was on Sarah.Her conversation with Tasha had been playing in the back of my mind ever since I overheard my name. I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the way her voice softened when she said she didn’t regret marrying me—it did something to me."We should call it a night." I muttered, throwing the gamepad on a beanbag. "Hey! I was finally winning." Julian cried out, standing up after me. "I owe you a rematch some other day, right now, I really want to see Sarah." I told him, turning off the system. He t
Sarah’s POVThe house was quiet, except for the distant sound of Julian and Adrian’s voices from the game room. I sat on a couch, fingers tracing the rim of my teacup, letting the warmth seep into my skin.Nora had fallen asleep almost as soon as I tucked her in, her tiny hand gripping mine as she murmured something about unicorns and castles. A small smile touched my lips at the memory. She was growing so fast.Tasha, on the other hand, was still here, sprawled out on the couch opposite me, scrolling through her phone with a lazy smirk."You keep staring into space like that, and Adrian might start thinking you're regretting saying yes to him," she teased, glancing up at me.I huffed, shaking my head. "That’s the last thing on my mind.""Good." She sat up, tossing her phone onto the coffee table. "So, tell me. What is on your mind?"I hesitated, wrapping my fingers around my cup. "Emily."Tasha’s smirk disappeared instantly. "You’re really considering seeing her again?"I sighed. "I
Adrian’s POVI watched as Sarah laughed at something Nora said, her eyes soft with warmth. Despite everything weighing on her mind, she was still so present, still so... her.But I knew her well enough to see the worry lingering beneath the surface.As I turned back to the stove, mashing the potatoes, Julian leaned against the counter beside me, his arms crossed. "You don’t like this, do you?"I sighed. "It’s not about what I like. It’s about what’s best for Sarah."Julian scoffed. "And you think letting Emily back in is best?"I set the spoon down, lowering the heat on the stove. "I don’t know. But this isn’t my choice to make. It’s Sarah’s."Julian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I just don’t get it, Adrian. Emily nearly killed her. If that accident had gone a little differently—” He shook his head. "You could’ve lost her."I clenched my jaw. "You think I don’t know that?"Julian’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t back down. "Then why aren’t you fightin
Sarah’s POVThe call with Emily lingered in my mind long after it ended. Even as I moved around the house, trying to keep busy, her words echoed in my head. "I hated you for being her. The one who got to be loved."How was I supposed to process that?I placed Nora’s notes back on the table and walked to the window, staring out at the expanse of land that filled Adrian's estate. The sun had begun to dip, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. My fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of my mug.Emily had been angry—so angry that she had tried to hurt me. And yet, now that the truth had come out, all I could see was the pain underneath it.I took a deep breath, pressing my forehead against the cool glass.Could I really let her into my life?The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I straightened, smoothing my hands over my dress before walking to the door. When I opened it, I wasn’t entirely surprised to see Tasha standing there, arms crossed, a knowing look in her eye
Adrian’s POVThe weight of the morning’s revelations settled over me like an iron cloak. Mark Spencer was making a move, and my father’s silence was just as dangerous as his action. I had been gone too long, wrapped up in Sarah, Nora, and the quiet normalcy I’d allowed myself to enjoy. Now, reality was knocking, and I had to answer.Julian stretched out in the chair across from my desk, arms behind his head, looking far too relaxed for someone about to sit in on a high-stakes meeting. “So, how exactly do you plan to convince Angela Cortez? Bribery? Blackmail? Flashing your devastating charm?”Neville shot him a look before turning back to me. “She’s pragmatic, but she also values stability. If we show her that you’re in control, she won’t take the risk of siding with Mark.”I nodded, skimming through the folder in front of me. Angela wasn’t an easy woman to sway. She’d built her reputation on being firm but fair, and she wouldn’t be bought. That meant I needed to give her something Ma
Sarah’s POVThe house felt different without Adrian, Julian and Nora. Quieter. Too quiet.I let out a breath, staring at the cup of tea in my hands. It was still warm, but I hadn’t taken more than a sip. My mind was elsewhere—on the conversation Adrian and I had before he left.“I could hire someone to help around the house.”He was worried about me, and I knew his concern came from a good place. But I didn’t need help. Or maybe… I didn’t want it. I was used to handling things on my own. Letting someone else step in felt foreign, like admitting I wasn’t strong enough.I stood, intending to tidy up, but a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. I reached out, gripping the counter to steady myself. It passed quickly, but not quickly enough.Maybe Adrian was right to be worried.Sighing, I pushed through it and go through some of Nora's note which she had left at home. As I placed them on the couch, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.Unknown Number.I hesitated before answering. “Hello?”A pa
Adrian’s POVThe morning passed in a blur of laughter and stolen glances. I could see the way Sarah tried to keep her guard up, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. Not me. Not Julian. And definitely not Nora, who watched us with the curiosity only a child could have.After breakfast, I set my mug down, leaning back against the counter. “I’ll be heading to the office today.”Sarah nodded, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Alright.”I glanced at Julian, who was still nursing his second cup of coffee like he had nowhere to be. “And you’re coming with me.”Julian scoffed. “That’s funny.”I stared him down. “You haven’t officially withdrawn from the company. As far as our dear father is concerned, you’re still very much a part of it.”Julian made a face. “Technicalities.”“Responsibilities,” I corrected. “If you’re going to quit, do it properly.”He groaned, setting his cup down dramatically. “Fine. But I’m not wearing a tie.”“Not my problem.” I smirked before turning back to Sarah. “Do you n