Sarah’s POVThe cafe smelled of fresh bread and warm coffee, a quiet hum of conversation filling the space around us. It was cozy, simple, and oddly comforting. I ran my fingers along the rim of my coffee cup, my mind still lingering on my conversation with Dr. Monroe. Across from me, Adrian watched me with those steady, patient eyes. He hadn’t pushed me to talk, hadn’t filled the silence with empty words. He just was—a quiet strength I could lean on if I chose to.“Want another pastry?” he asked, nudging the last croissant on the plate toward me.I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. “No, I’m good.”He arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because you inhaled the last one.”I shot him a look, but he only smirked, clearly pleased with himself. Annoying man.I reached for my coffee, taking a slow sip. The warmth settled inside me, grounding me. “I feel like ice cream,” I said suddenly, surprising even myself.Adrian blinked. “Ice cream?”I nodded, leaning back against the cus
Adrian’s POVThe weight of Julian’s words settled in my chest like a stone. I’d known this moment was coming—the day he’d finally walk away from our father’s expectations—but I hadn’t expected the tension that came with it.Julian stared at me, waiting for my reaction. Sarah, standing a few feet away, had that quiet, assessing look she always wore when she sensed something was off.I exhaled, rubbing my jaw. “Julian, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. If this is what you want—”“It’s not that simple,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You think he’s just going to let me walk away?” His laugh was bitter. “He’s furious. And you know how he is when he’s mad.”Yeah, I did. Our father was a man who demanded control, who molded his sons into what he deemed worthy. And if you refused to fit the mold? You were a disappointment. A failure.Julian had been fighting that label for years. And now, he was finally letting it go.Sarah stepped forward, her voice softer but firm. “What exactl
Sarah’s POVThe way Adrian’s jaw clenched, the way his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides—I knew whatever he’d just learned wasn’t good.I tightened the towel around my hair, stepping closer. “Adrian.” My voice was soft but firm. “What is it?”He exhaled through his nose, his gaze dark with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. “My father’s making moves.” His voice was controlled, but I could hear the anger simmering beneath. “He’s coming after me.” A pause. “And you.”A cold weight settled in my stomach.Me?I blinked, my fingers tightening around the towel. “What do you mean?”Adrian ran a hand over his face before pushing off the wall and walking toward me. “He’s pulling strings, calling in favors. He’s not taking Julian’s resignation lightly, and since I’m the one still under him...” His throat bobbed. “He’s going to come unto me very strongly. And knowing him, he’ll come at us from every angle.”My heart pounded, but I forced myself to stay calm. “What does that
Adrian’s POVThe morning started off wrong. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes and felt the tension in the air, the unease settling in my chest like a weight I couldn't shake.Sarah stirred beside me, her face scrunched up in discomfort. Her breathing was shallow, her skin pale, and when I placed a hand against her forehead, I felt the heat radiating off her.The moment my mind caught up with what was happening, I sat up, my heart pounding as I turned to her. She was curled into herself, her face twisted in discomfort, beads of sweat forming at her temple."Sarah?" I whispered, brushing her hair back.She let out a low whimper, her hand pressing against her abdomen. "It hurts..."Dread curled in my stomach. She hadn’t complained about pain since we got back home. The worst was supposed to be over.I threw off the covers and immediately reached for my phone. “I’m calling the doctor,” I said firmly, dialing the number as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I glanced at the cloc
Sarah’s POVThe moment Adrian left, a strange sense of unease settled over me. I tried to shake it off, telling myself I was just exhausted, but something in my gut told me that whatever he was going to face wouldn’t be simple.I shifted against the pillows, trying to find a comfortable position, but my body protested every movement. My muscles ached, my skin burned, and my stomach felt like it was twisted in knots. I hated feeling this weak, this helpless.Dr. Arnold adjusted my IV, his face calm but focused. “How are you feeling now?”“Like I got run over by a truck,” I muttered.His lips twitched in amusement, but his eyes remained serious. “The reaction should subside soon. Your body is just struggling to adjust.”I let out a slow breath. “I thought I was getting better.”“You were—you are.” He paused. “But sometimes setbacks happen. The important thing is that we caught it in time.”I nodded weakly. “Thank you.”“Just rest,” he said gently. “Tasha will be here if you need anythin
Adrian’s POVThe weight of the conversation with my father still sat heavy on my chest as I stepped into our bedroom. Seeing Sarah awake, her tired eyes watching me with concern, only made it worse.She didn’t need this. Not now. Not when she was still weak.But she deserved the truth.And so, I told her.The moment the words left my mouth—My father is dying. He wants me to take over the company—the room grew impossibly quiet.Sarah’s fingers curled around mine, grounding me. “What are you going to do?”The truth was, I didn’t know.My whole life, I had fought against Richard Blackwood’s control, trying to carve my own path and refusing to be a pawn in his empire. And now, with his mortality looming over him, he was trying to pull me back in.“I don’t know,” I admitted, the words foreign on my tongue. I always had a plan, always knew my next step. But this? This was uncharted territory.Sarah studied me for a long moment before speaking. “Did he say how long?”I exhaled sharply, dragg
Sarah’s POVThe moment Adrian left the room, the silence pressed in on me like a heavy weight.I sank further into the pillows, staring at the closed door, my mind replaying our conversation. His father was dying. He wanted Adrian to take over the company.And Adrian didn’t know what to do.That alone was enough to tell me how deeply this was affecting him. Adrian always had an answer, always had a plan. But now, I saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the way his walls threatened to rise again.I hated it.I hated that his father still had this much control over him. I hated that even in the face of death, Richard Blackwood was pulling strings, ensuring Adrian was trapped in his web.I swallowed hard, shifting slightly in bed. Pain rippled through me, but I ignored it. I had gotten used to it by now.My thoughts drifted to Julian’s expression when he stepped into the room earlier. I hadn’t missed the tension in his posture, the way his eyes flickered to Adrian like he knew something I did
Adrian’s POVSarah’s warmth was still pressed against me, her steady heartbeat anchoring me in a way nothing else could.She shouldn’t have been out of bed.She shouldn’t have been worrying about me when she was still recovering.But she was.Because that was who Sarah was—someone who loved fiercely, someone who saw through the walls I built and refused to let me stand alone.I tightened my arms around her, breathing her in, letting the familiar scent of her calm the storm in my chest.“I mean it,” she murmured against my shirt. “You’re not alone in this.”I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly. I wanted to believe her.I wanted to believe that no matter what decision I made, I wouldn’t lose myself in the process.But the truth was, I didn’t know who I was without the fight.I had spent so many years defining myself by what I wasn’t—not my father, not his puppet, not the man everyone expected me to be. But if I stripped all of that away… what was left?And what if stepping into that role p
Adrian's POVThe morning light filtered through the large windows of my study, casting sharp angles across the polished desk. A steaming cup of black coffee sat untouched beside my laptop as I read through the article again, each word fueling the fire in my chest.Blackwood Enterprises Scandal: Is Adrian Blackwood’s Victory Short-lived?Beneath it, a detailed piece filled with anonymous accusations, whispers of discontent, and Daniella’s name woven in just enough to suggest she wasn’t finished.I pinched the bridge of my nose and exhaled slowly. I had expected pushback after dismantling Rome’s and Daniella’s schemes, but I hadn’t expected her to move this quickly.A knock at the door broke my thoughts. "Come in."Julian and Neville walked in, both of them looking grim. Julian tossed a manila folder onto my desk before dropping into the chair across from me. "You're going to love this."I flipped it open, scanning the documents and images inside.Neville crossed his arms. "Daniella’s b
Sarah’s POVThe air outside the courthouse carried a crispness that felt oddly symbolic—like the first breath of freedom after a long battle. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden light over the steps where we stood. Emily’s shoulders, once heavy with tension, slowly began to ease. She exhaled a long breath, her eyes closed for a moment as if savoring the weight lifting from her spirit.“It’s over,” I whispered, squeezing her hand.Emily gave a small, breathy laugh, one that was equal parts disbelief and quiet joy. “Yeah. It is.”Adrian was already making arrangements. He stepped away to take a call, his voice low but firm. A few moments later, he returned and placed a reassuring hand on Emily’s shoulder.“I’ve sent some people to gather your things from Rome’s house,” he said gently. “You don’t need to go back there.”Emily’s lips parted slightly, her brows drawing together. “But I—”“You’re staying with us,” Adrian said firmly. “At least until you figure out your next steps. Y
Adrian’s POVWe were in the boardroom very early the next morning, ready to put an end to the ridiculous game that had dragged on for months. The boardroom was silent, a suffocating tension thickening the air as Rome and Daniella sat at the far end of the long table. The emergency meeting had been called under the pretense of discussing the company’s future, but everyone in the room knew what this was.A final battle.Rome adjusted his tie, his confidence unwavering as he leaned forward. “Gentlemen, let’s not waste time. It’s clear that under Adrian’s leadership, Blackwood Enterprises has been plagued with scandal after scandal. The stock has taken a hit, the media is in a frenzy, and now, more than ever, we need stability. I propose a vote of no confidence.”Daniella smirked, her manicured nails tapping rhythmically on the table. “We can’t afford to have someone so… reckless at the helm. The company needs leadership with experience and control.”I folded my hands in front of me, kee
Sarah’s POV The moment Adrian took my hand and led me out of the restaurant, something in me shifted. I had spent years running—from my past, from my fears, from the ghosts of old mistakes. But tonight, I was done running. Daniella had made her move, but she had underestimated me. I wasn’t the scared girl I used to be. I was stronger. And I would fight back.The cold night air hit me as we stepped outside. The city hummed around us, the distant sounds of traffic and laughter a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I turned to Adrian, my grip tightening on his hand.“She’s trying to ruin me,” I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me. “She thinks if she throws enough dirt, I’ll break.”Adrian cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with.”I let out a shaky breath, nodding. “I need to do this my way.”His eyes darkened with concern, but he nodded. “Whatever you need, I’m with you.”Tasha was alrea
Adrian's POV I sat at my desk, the weight of the last few days pressing down on me. Everything had been building to this point, every calculated move inching us closer to finally bringing Rome and Daniella down. But as I looked over the growing pile of evidence, I knew that we were getting dangerously close to the edge. This would either be the end of them—or it would mark the beginning of a far more vicious game.Julian stood across from me, his gaze fixed on the document he’d just uncovered. It was a hidden financial report from years ago, a document that would tie everything together. The pattern of manipulation, the backdoor deals, the intentional misrepresentation of Blackwood Enterprises' finances—all of it was there in black and white.“Found it,” Julian said, his voice taut with satisfaction.I leaned forward, scanning the document. It was worse than I thought. Rome had doctored these reports to hide discrepancies and misappropriated funds, funneling money into accounts tied
Sarah’s POVThe morning passed in a blur of routine. I kept a smile on my face, making sure Nora didn’t notice the weight pressing down on me. As I braided her hair, she chattered excitedly about a class project, completely unaware of the storm raging outside our home.“Mommy, will you come to my presentation next week?” she asked, her bright eyes filled with hope.“Of course, sweetheart,” I said, kissing her forehead. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”It was only when I waved her off as she entered the waiting car that I allowed my shoulders to sag. The moment I stepped back inside, the facade crumbled. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. I needed to talk to someone—someone who wasn’t Adrian, who already had too much on his plate.I dialed Tasha’s number. She picked up on the first ring.“Sarah?” Her voice was laced with concern. “Are you okay?”A bitter laugh escaped me. “No. No, I’m not okay.”I paced the living room as I poured everything out—the article, the media drag
Adrian’s POVI paced the length of the private suite, my mind calculating every possible angle, every potential counterstrike. The city skyline stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed the lights flickering in the distance. My focus was here, on the war we were fighting in the shadows. Every move we made had to be precise, every action timed perfectly. Rome had underestimated us. And I was going to make sure he regretted it.Julian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression tight with barely restrained fury. He was always calm under pressure, but even he couldn’t hide the anger simmering beneath the surface. Neville sat at the small dining table, laptop open, his fingers drumming against the wood in that familiar rhythm of a man who thrived on pressure. Emily sat across from him, her lawyer beside her, her hands clenched in her lap. She was nervous, but there was a new steel in her spine. She wasn’t the same woman Rome had controlled for years
Sarah’s POVThe soft flicker of candlelight illuminated the dining table, casting a golden glow on the delicate china I had carefully set. The aroma of roasted chicken and fresh bread lingered in the air, mingling with the faint notes of vanilla from the scented candle burning on the sideboard. It was meant to be a quiet evening, a rare moment of peace before the storm Adrian was facing at Blackwood Enterprises.But then my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then again, in rapid succession.Frowning, I picked it up, my stomach tightening as I saw the flood of notifications. My heart pounded as I tapped on one of the messages from Emily.Emily: Sarah, check the news NOW. It’s bad.A chill rushed through me as I clicked on the link she had sent. The headline blared in bold letters across the screen:BREAKING: BLACKWOOD ENTERPRISES CEO ACCUSED OF INSIDER TRADING—NEW FINANCIAL REPORT REVEALS SHOCKING DETAILSMy breath caught in my throat. I scrolled down, my fingers trembling as I skimmed through
Adrian’s POVThe skyline of New York stretched before me, illuminated by the city’s endless pulse of life. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, phone in hand, the weight of the moment pressing heavily against my shoulders."He’s here," Julian said from the doorway.I turned, nodding once. "Send him in."Julian hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping aside to allow Gregory Shaw, Blackwood Enterprises' Chief Financial Officer, to enter. Shaw was in his early fifties, a seasoned executive with a reputation for caution rather than bold moves. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, but there was tension in his jaw as he adjusted his cufflinks."Mr. Blackwood," Shaw greeted me, his voice measured."Gregory," I acknowledged, gesturing for him to take a seat. "I appreciate you coming in so late. I assume you know why I asked for this meeting?"Shaw exhaled, lowering himself into the leather chair opposite my desk. "I have an idea. But let’s not play