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
Sarah’s POVThe empty space beside me was cool to the touch.I blinked my eyes open, still groggy from sleep, and turned my head toward the other side of the bed. Adrian wasn’t there.For a brief moment, unease crept in, but I pushed it aside. He must have gone to the company. The weight of the handover had been pressing on him, and though he hadn’t outright admitted it, I knew he had a decision to make—one that wasn’t easy for him.A soft sigh left my lips as I sat up, running a hand through my hair. I had wanted him to rest, to take a moment for himself, but I should have known he wouldn’t be able to stay still for long.I glanced at the time.Slipping out of bed, I grabbed my robe and padded toward the door. If Adrian had left early, he hadn’t told me, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I had my own responsibilities this morning—starting with getting Nora ready for school. It was something I hadn't done since I got into the accident a month ago. I walked across the hall to her roo
Adrian’s POVI had barely made it out of the boardroom when my phone buzzed again.Neville.I sighed, debating whether to ignore it. He had told me to get my head in the game, but something in my gut told me this wasn’t just about the company’s future—it was about something bigger. Something I wasn’t seeing yet.I picked up. “What is it?”“Come back,” he said, his tone clipped. “We need to talk now.”I turned on my heel, making my way back to the boardroom. When I reentered, Neville had his hands braced against the table, his usual composed demeanor edged with something sharper.“Alright,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “What’s going on?”Neville straightened, his expression unreadable. “Rome and Daniella are onto something. And it’s already started.”I felt a muscle tense in my jaw. “What do you mean?”He exhaled. “They’ve started undermining you from the inside. Whisper campaigns. Doubts among shareholders. People are questioning your ability to lead.”I scoffed. “That’s nothi
Sarah’s POVThe restaurant Emily had sent me the address to was nothing short of extravagant. From the moment I stepped inside, I felt the weight of luxury pressing down on me. The chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling glowed with an opulence I still wasn't used to after a year of being married to Adrian, their golden light reflecting off the polished marble floors. Soft classical music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the gentle clinking of silverware against porcelain plates.A well-dressed hostess, poised and professional, approached me with a polite but firm expression.“Good afternoon, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?”I hesitated, suddenly aware of how out of place I must have looked in my jeans and hoodie. The guests around me were dressed in designer clothing, their conversations hushed but elegant.“I’m here to see Emily,” I said, keeping my voice even.The hostess’s eyes flickered with something—recognition, maybe? Or suspicion? But she didn’t question
Adrian’s POVI leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin, as I stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of me. It had been another exhausting day—back-to-back meetings, endless negotiations, and a never-ending fight to keep the company stable in the wake of Rome and Daniella’s sabotage.And now, I had another problem.Sarah sat across from me, her expression unreadable, but I could tell something was weighing heavily on her. She hadn’t spoken yet—not really. Just a few hesitant words when she first walked in, a quiet "We need to talk."I had learned to take those words seriously.So, I set my pen down, giving her my full attention. “Alright. I’m listening.”She inhaled deeply, as if preparing herself for whatever she was about to say. “I met with Emily today.”I nodded slowly. That wasn’t surprising. Sarah had mentioned Emily reaching out after she left the hospital. What was surprising was the look in her eyes—the hesitation, the concern, the fear.Something was w
Sarah’s POVThe scent of freshly baked chicken pot pie filled the kitchen as I set the plates on the table. Nora sat on her booster seat, swinging her legs excitedly while Adrian poured her a glass of water. For a little while, everything felt normal. Warm. Safe. Like a family should.But my mind was elsewhere.I kept replaying my conversation with Emily—her quiet desperation, the way her hands trembled when she spoke. She wasn’t just scared of Rome; she was trapped.I knew that feeling too well.I had spent years running from my past, from the people who tried to control me, from the pain that never fully left. But Emily—she didn’t have the luxury of running. Not when she had children to protect.“Mommy, why are you staring at your plate?” Nora’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She frowned, her tiny fingers pushing her fork toward me. “Eat. You said food is important.”I smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “You’re right, sweetheart.” I picked up my fork and took a bite, bu
Adrian’s POVI stared at the email, my mind already working through the implications. Rome and Daniella weren’t wasting time. The financial sabotage was only the beginning. If I was right—and I usually was— the next phase would be hitting soon.And I needed to be ready.I straightened, glancing at Sarah. She was watching me closely, concern shadowing her eyes. I reached for her hand, squeezing it lightly. “I’ll handle this.”She exhaled softly, nodding, but I could tell she wasn’t convinced.Neither was I.The moment Sarah left to check on Nora, I grabbed my phone and dialed Neville. He picked up on the second ring.“I saw the email.” I said without preamble.“Yeah. Classic setup. Just enough money moved around to raise suspicion but not enough to be an obvious hack job.” His voice was steady, but I could hear the tension beneath it. “What’s the move?”“Monitor, but don’t interfere yet,” I said, pacing toward the window. The expanse of land stretched before me, the early morning dew s
Adrian’s POVI got out of the study later than I had expected. After sending the kids away with Tasha and Julian, I was able to get some work done. The sound of laughter filtered through the hallway before I even reached the living room. It was soft, light, the kind that told me Sarah was trying to be okay—even if she wasn’t quite there yet.I stepped into the room to find her curled up on the couch, a throw blanket draped over her lap, and Emily perched on the armrest of the single-seater with a glass of wine in hand.“Hey,” I greeted, my eyes finding Sarah’s first. “You’re back.”Sarah looked up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Hey. We just got in a little while ago.”Emily raised her glass in a mock salute. “Your girl here made quite the impression.”Sarah let out a nervous laugh. “Please don’t exaggerate.”“I’m not,” Emily said, grinning. “They practically wanted to bottle her strength and sell it.”I watched Sarah carefully. She was trying to play along, but I could see it—t
Sarah’s POVI don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.The estate where the brunch was being held looked like something straight out of a luxury lifestyle magazine. Wide marble steps led up to towering glass doors, and beyond them was a sun-drenched courtyard filled with laughter, clinking mimosas, and women dressed in elegant pastels and perfectly tailored florals. Waiters weaved through the garden with trays of champagne and tiny edible art pieces I couldn’t quite identify.I reached for Emily’s hand.“Why do I feel like I’m about to be sacrificed to the god of high society?” I whispered.Emily chuckled, squeezing my fingers. “Relax. No one’s getting sacrificed. Except maybe the caterer if the macaroons are subpar.”Easy for her to say—she walked in like she owned the place. Meanwhile, I felt like an imposter in borrowed confidence and a very expensive dress Emily had forced me into. I stayed close to her, my eyes flicking around nervously.Then something unex
Sarah’s POVThe evening was winding down, and the ballroom had nearly emptied, leaving only the Blackwood family and a few close friends behind.Nora, her energy still unspent, was twirling around in her dress, pulling Alex along as he whined, clearly ready to call it a night.Lily, on the other hand, had long fallen asleep in a corner of the room.“Mom, I’m so tired! Can we go home now?” Alex’s voice was small, a mixture of exhaustion and stubbornness.Emily, who had been standing quietly by the exit, gave a soft laugh before stepping forward. “I’ll take them home. You guys stay and relax a bit longer.”“Thanks, Em,” I said, grateful. I bent down to kiss Nora on the forehead, smiling at Alex. “Get some rest. We’ll see you later.”“You too!” Nora called as she skipped ahead, the last burst of her youthful energy guiding her.Emily took the kids by the hand, while the driver carried Lily, leading them away and leaving us alone. The quietness of the room settled over us, and I felt a s
Adrian’s POVFriday dawned grey and golden, with streaks of early light filtering through the blinds. I was already awake, staring at the ceiling and listening to the soft rhythm of Sarah’s breathing beside me. The day had come—the handover, the press, the board, the gala.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. 6:14 AM. Julian.Julian: You ready to be the face of Blackwood Enterprises?I smirked at the text and responded:Me: I was born ready. Or at least, I fake it well enough.Sarah stirred and rolled toward me, eyes still heavy with sleep. “It’s today, isn’t it?”“Yeah,” I whispered, brushing her hair back. “The big day.”She reached for my hand beneath the covers, her fingers curling around mine. “You’ve earned this.”“I know,” I said quietly. “But it still feels like walking into a storm, just this time, I’m the one holding the lightning.”That earned a sleepy smile. “And a really good suit.”I kissed her forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll try not to wake the whole house.”*By 8:00 A
Sarah’s POVThe smell of grilled chicken filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of cartoon laughter from the living room. Emily stood beside me at the kitchen island, chopping vegetables like a pro while I stirred the pot on the stove. The kitchen was warm, lively, and full of the kind of chaos I had grown to cherish.“I swear, if Nora teaches Alex one more dramatic line from those princess movies, I’m telling her you and Adrian will leave her alone for a week,” Emily said, tossing sliced peppers into a bowl.I laughed. “She probably learned it from you. You’re the one who let them watch Frozen three times in one day.”Emily rolled her eyes. “That was self-defense. They ambushed me before coffee.”From the living room, we could hear the kids yelling excitedly about who was winning their game of “magic couch lava.” Their laughter echoed off the walls, blending seamlessly into the cozy rhythm of the evening.The front door opened and shut, followed by the unmistakable sound of tw
Adrian’s POVThe boardroom was finally empty.I leaned back in my chair, the quiet hum of the city drifting through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blackwood Tower. The meeting had gone exactly as expected—formalities, final signatures, and an overuse of the word “legacy.” It was official now. The handover ceremony was set for next week.I’d thought I’d feel relief.Instead, I felt... still. Like the moment before a storm breaks or the silence that follows a gunshot. This wasn’t just a transition of power. This was a final blow to the people who tried to destroy everything I stood for. Rome. Daniella. The chaos they’d tried to bury us under—it was about to come to light.And I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the mess that would follow.A smile tugged at my lips as I recalled Sarah's text. She always knew how to ground me. Just a few words from her had a way of steadying the war going on in my head.I stared at the screen a second longer before locking the phone and rising to my feet. M
Sarah’s POVThe house was quiet when I woke up the next morning. Adrian had left early for work, and Nora was already off to school. I stood at the kitchen counter, sipping my coffee, the warmth of the mug comforting as the cool morning air drifted in from the open window. It felt like the calm after a storm, the kind of peace I hadn’t realized I was craving.Emily was sitting on the couch when I walked into the living room, her legs tucked underneath her, a blanket draped over her lap. The silence between us was still new as we'd only really started getting to know each other.“How are you holding up?” I asked, setting my coffee mug down on the table and sitting across from her.She gave a soft, almost relieved sigh. "I don’t think I ever really knew what peace felt like until now," she said, her voice low but steady. "I spent so many years just... surviving. And then, when the divorce happened, I thought I’d lose myself in it all. But now, being here, having time to breathe, I feel
Adrian’s POVSleep didn’t come easy.Not because I wasn’t tired—I was. Bone-deep and soul-weary in that quiet, post-confession kind of way. But something about tonight stirred everything in me. Her words echoed through my head on repeat.“You make it feel safe.”That did something to me. Cut through layers I didn’t even know I still wore.I watched her breathing even out, her lashes fluttering slightly, one hand curled beneath her cheek. She looked peaceful. Like something sacred. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I didn’t have to earn the right to breathe beside her. I just could.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake her. The floorboards creaked under my weight, but she didn’t stir. I pulled on my hoodie—the same one I’d worn on our walk—and stepped out onto the porch.The night hadn’t changed. Still full of stars. Still wrapped in that quiet, velvet stillness.But I had changed.I ran a hand over my face and sat on the steps, elbows on my knees, staring
Sarah’s POVI couldn't sleep.The atmosphere was too beautiful to waste on sleeping, so I struck up a conversation just as I felt Adrian nodding off beside me.“Do you want to go for a walk? The moon looks nicely bright,” I whispered in his ear.He stirred, turning slightly toward me. “Now?”“Just for a little while,” I said. “Please.”He opened his eyes, gave me a groggy but indulgent smile, and nodded. “Give me two minutes.”I slipped on my sweater and socks while he pulled on a hoodie and sneakers. We crept out of the cabin like teenagers sneaking out after curfew, careful not to wake Nora. The air outside was crisp but gentle, and the sky was a velvet canvas scattered with stars. The moon hung low and full, casting silver light across the lake.We walked in silence at first, the sound of leaves crunching beneath our feet the only interruption. I took his hand and he gave mine a reassuring squeeze.“I used to dream about places like this when I was little,” I said quietly. “Peacefu