Sarah's POVAdrian's eyes clouded over as he shook his head as though trying to get rid of a memory. I knew because I had seen that look on myself numerous times. “He’s dangerous, isn’t he?” I asked, removing my hand from his tight grasp.He nodded. “Stay away from him. If he approaches you again, come straight to me.”I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Julian had seemed charming, even polite, but the tension in Adrian’s voice told me there was more to their story than he was letting on.“Why was he even here?” I asked cautiously, careful to keep my tone neutral.Adrian’s expression darkened. “Julian does what he wants, when he wants. He doesn’t need an invitation. He thrives on showing up unannounced and making his presence felt.”The sharpness in his words made it clear he wasn’t in the mood to elaborate. I nodded, deciding to let it go. This wasn’t my fight, after all, we weren’t really married. At least, not in the way that mattered.“I’ll stay away from him,” I said lightly
Adrian's POVThe knock on Sarah’s door echoed faintly through the penthouse. I stood outside, waiting for her to respond. My knuckles hovered over the wood, ready to knock again, but I paused. Something about the silence on the other side of the door felt wrong.“Sarah?” I called again, this time louder.The door creaked open, revealing her pale face. Her eyes darted toward the window, then back to me.“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip before whispering, “I thought I saw someone outside.”My mind began to race at whoever it might be, lurking around my environment. Despite my playboy front, I had a lot of enemies — ones who wouldn't hesitate to have my head on a platter. I followed her gaze to the large window that framed the city skyline. The curtains were half-drawn, and the faint reflection of the room shimmered against the glass. From this height, it seemed impossible for anyone to be lurking nearby
Sarah's POVThe city lights cast faint patterns on the ceiling of my room, but no amount of visual distraction could stop my racing thoughts. I lay on the bed, the soft hum of the penthouse’s heating system doing little to drown out the whirlwind in my mind.Nora.Her name was a mantra I couldn’t escape. My baby girl, sick in that sterile hospital room, hooked up to machines, fighting a battle no child should ever have to face. Every day I wasn’t with her felt like a betrayal, and every choice that led me here seemed like a mistake.And now, this.I turned over, staring at the faint glow from the window. Adrian’s world was a storm—dangerous, unpredictable. He wasn’t the carefree charmer I thought he was. Beneath the expensive suits and the devil-may-care grin was a man carrying burdens too heavy for anyone to bear.And somehow, I was now entangled in his chaos.With a sigh, I sat up, pushing the blanket aside. Sleep wasn’t coming tonight. My stomach grumbled, reminding me of the untou
Adrian's POV I jolted awake from my nightmare and as usual, I didn't remember what it was about. The sunlight streaming through the windows only served to make my headache worse.Although I considered my alcohol tolerance high, drinking till the early hours of this morning with Sarah had me feeling like crap. Sarah. She must have woken up before me, or she'd probably fallen asleep in her room. Dragging myself off the couch, I made my way to the kitchen. I opened the cupboard above the sink and reached for the bottle of painkillers. Popping two tablets into my hand, I washed them down with a glass of water, wincing as the cold liquid hit my throat. My head pounded like a drum, a sharp reminder of my reckless drinking with Sarah the night before.I leaned against the counter, staring at the empty glass, trying to remember what had happened. I had been surprised to see her standing in the middle of the kitchen, wide-eyed but there had been laughter, conversations that flowed more ea
Sarah’s POVI sat beside Nora, my fingers gently tracing the outline of her hand as she slept, her breathing steady but faint. The rhythmic beeping of the machines in the quiet room was the only sound that kept me tethered to reality. I could feel the weight of my own thoughts pressing against my chest. Adrian’s words had lingered in my mind long after he left.His voice. His insistence on being there for me. His calm persistence when I’d wanted to shut him out.I shouldn’t have snapped at him. He had tried, in his own way, to offer me help, and instead of accepting it, I pushed him away. I hadn’t meant to come across so harsh, but it was easier that way. If I kept him at arm’s length, I wouldn’t have to deal with whatever this thing was that was growing between us. And I certainly wasn’t ready for that kind of closeness, not with everything that was happening in my life.I sighed and stood up from the chair, pressing a kiss to Nora’s forehead before I reluctantly made my way to the d
Adrian’s POVThe faint hum of the city outside did little to ease the tension in my chest as I stepped into the apartment. The day had been long, filled with loud music and the constant buzz of people I didn’t care about. A night at the club had been the perfect distraction, but now, as I slid the door shut behind me, the weight of reality began to sink in. I had a dinner to attend tonight—one that was more important than anything I had done in a long while. My father’s family dinner.I glanced at the clock on the wall. Less than an hour until I had to leave, and I hadn’t even begun to prepare. I wasn’t looking forward to this. The dinner wasn’t just about introducing Sarah to my family; it was about establishing a narrative, one that my father and stepmother expected me to uphold. They expected me to play the perfect son, the perfect heir. It was a role I had played for years, though I hated every second of it.My only escape had been the women I frolicked with.After leaving the hos
Sarah's POVThe Blackwood mansion loomed ahead, a symbol of grandeur and power. The towering marble columns, the sprawling driveway, and the warm glow of the chandelier spilling through the oversized windows felt like a scene from another world. This wasn’t just wealth—it was a dynasty.I adjusted the pale pink dress Adrian had chosen for me, acutely aware of how out of place I felt. The dress was beautiful but unfamiliar, much like the man walking beside me. Adrian’s hand held mine in a firm, reassuring grip, though it did little to settle the butterflies wreaking havoc in my stomach. His expression was unreadable, his jaw set in a way that hinted at tension.“Just breathe,” Adrian murmured to me as the heavy oak doors swung open. I nodded, inhaling deeply, though it did little to ease my nerves.The foyer was as overwhelming as I had imagined—polished marble floors, high ceilings, and an air of cold perfection. A massive spiral staircase wound its way to the upper levels, but my a
Adrian’s POVThe dim lighting of my father’s study felt oppressive, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air like a challenge. Richard Blackwood stood by the window, his broad frame silhouetted against the city lights. He hadn’t said a word since I entered, but the tension between us was palpable.“Married,” he finally said, his tone clipped. “And you didn’t think to inform me beforehand?” I crossed my arms, refusing to flinch under his gaze. “It happened fast.”He turned to face me, his eyes sharp and calculating. “Fast? Adrian, nothing about you happens fast. You’re deliberate, meticulous. So, tell me, what was so urgent that you had to marry this woman?”“She’s my wife,” I said firmly, ignoring the disdain in his tone.His lips curled into a mocking smile. “And what does she bring to the table? Connections? Wealth? Influence?” He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Or was this some act of rebellion against me?”I clenched my jaw, anger simmering beneath the surface.
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
Adrian’s POVI hadn't expected Sarah to leave the house so early on a Saturday morning but when she said she had to see Dr. Monroe, I didn't stop her. That morning, breakfast was a quiet affair without Sarah and Julian around, and with things still being a bit awkward between Emily and I. After breakfast, Emily offered to take the kids to the park. I helped her get them ready, packing a basket for a little picnic while they were there. Once they left, the house was empty for the first time in a long while. It reminded me of the days before I met Sarah. They were dark and lonely days which blended into each other. Sarah had been the beacon of light I didn't know I needed. I made my way to my study to get some work done. Operations at the company had continued without supervision while the chaos about who would be chairman went on which meant I had a lot to cover now that it was mostly over. I briefly thought about Dad who was now on permanent bed rest in his home. If he had his w
Sarah’s POVThe house was quiet.Emily and her kids were asleep, and Julian was staying the night out.Nora had fallen asleep in Adrian’s arms during bedtime stories, and he'd tucked her in like always—soft smile on his face, even after everything that happened earlier. I was curled up on the couch now, knees hugged to my chest, a blanket draped over me. My hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower, but the ache in my chest had nothing to do with fatigue.Adrian came into the room with two mugs of chamomile tea. He handed one to me without a word and sat beside me, close enough that our knees touched.For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence, the weight of the day slowly settling.And then, softly, I said, “I thought I was going to break again.”He turned toward me, eyes gentle. “But you didn’t.”“I know,” I whispered. “That’s what’s strange. I thought seeing him would send me spiraling like last time. That the fear would come back… the shaking, the flashbacks, the guilt
Adrian’s POVIt was finally Friday, the day I'd been dreading all week.It was the day Sarah chose to meet with Michael. The moment I saw his name flash on the private security log, I felt something cold settle in my chest.Michael.I hadn't seen him since that day in the motel—the day he barged back in Sarah's life and sent her spiraling into a seizure. The day I had looked him straight in the eye and told him to never come near her again.And yet… here he was. Again.I glanced at Sarah sitting beside me in the private lounge we’d secured for this meeting. She was tense, shoulders rigid, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were white. Julian had wanted to be in the room. I told him to wait outside—but close.She shouldn't have had to see him again. I hated myself for even allowing this meeting to happen.But she said she wanted closure. Not answers—because Michael had none—but closure. Finality.The door opened. He walked in like he hadn’t thrown our lives into chaos the last time
Sarah's POVThe weight of Michael’s message lingered long after Adrian left for his study. Even now, as I sat beneath the jacaranda tree, my mind spun with memories I had long buried.I barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until Adrian sat beside me. He didn’t speak right away. He just waited—like he always did when he knew I needed time.I exhaled, the words sitting heavy on my chest. “You heard.”He nodded. “Emily told me. What did he say?”My fingers tightened in my lap. “He… he wants to see Nora.”Adrian’s jaw tensed, his entire body stiffening. “Did he say why?”I swallowed. “He says he’s changed. That he wants a chance to be in her life.”Adrian scoffed. “Now? After all these years? After everything he put you through?”I felt my throat tighten. “I don’t know what to do, Adrian.”He reached for my hands, gently prying them apart so he could hold them in his. “You don’t owe him anything, Sarah. He has no rights to Nora.”I hesitated. “I know. But… he’s her father.