A Dance with the DevilThe gala was already in full swing when Claire and Adrian arrived.Stepping onto the red carpet, Claire felt the heat of the cameras flashing, the press desperate for any hint of a scandal. Murmurs filled the air—some in awe, some in suspicion, and some in pure, unfiltered envy.She was used to this world. The high society elites who smiled to your face while plotting your downfall behind closed doors.But tonight, she wasn’t the naive girl who had once been at their mercy.She was Adrian Blackwood’s wife.And that made her untouchable.Adrian’s grip on her waist was firm as he guided her through the entrance of the grand ballroom. The venue dripped with opulence—chandeliers casting a golden glow over the room, champagne glasses clinking in the hands of billionaires, and soft music playing in the background.Claire’s dress, a deep crimson silk that clung to her curves, made heads turn. She could feel the weight of the stares, but she kept her chin high.She was
The WarningThe silence stretched long after Harold Donovan’s unconscious body had been dragged out of the ballroom.Claire could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on her, whispers crawling through the crowd like a living thing.Adrian’s hand on her back was the only thing anchoring her.“Let’s go,” he murmured in her ear, his voice low but firm.Claire nodded stiffly, letting him guide her out of the ballroom. The second they stepped into the corridor, the noise of the gala was muffled behind the heavy doors.The moment they were alone, Adrian turned to her, his dark eyes sharp with suspicion. “What the hell was that?”She swallowed hard, still processing what had just happened.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I haven’t seen my stepfather since—” She stopped herself. Since the trial. Since he had sat back and watched her go to prison without lifting a damn finger to help her.Adrian’s jaw clenched. “And yet, he comes back now. Screaming warnings like a lunatic.”Claire shook her head,
Unraveling the PastThe name Elliot Vance echoed in Claire’s mind long after Daniel had left the office.Adrian sat at his desk, flipping through the file with a razor-sharp focus. His expression was unreadable, but Claire knew this was what he thrived on—strategy, control, destruction.And tonight, he had a new target.“This isn’t a coincidence,” Adrian muttered, scanning the documents. “Harold knew something, and he was desperate enough to risk his life to warn you.”Claire exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the desk. “He was the prosecutor, Adrian. The one who made sure I got convicted. Why the hell would Harold be talking to him now?”Adrian closed the file, his fingers tapping against the desk. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”Claire felt the weight of the moment settle over her. For three years, she had convinced herself she knew who her enemies were—Liam, Ava, Harold.But now?Now she was realizing she had been fighting the wrong battle all along.And someone had been
A Line in the SandClaire stared at the image on Daniel’s phone, her breath lodged somewhere between her ribs. The text beneath it sent a chill through her veins.“She should have stayed gone.”A threat. A warning. A declaration.Adrian’s fingers tightened around the phone, his entire body coiled like a predator on the verge of violence. His gaze flicked to Daniel. “Trace it.”Daniel nodded, already tapping at his screen. “I’ll do my best, but whoever sent this knew what they were doing. The number is unlisted and rerouted through multiple locations.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Find them anyway.”Daniel exhaled, glancing at Claire. “Do you recognize the number? Any idea who it could be?”She shook her head. “No. But… I have a feeling this isn’t just about Liam or Ava anymore.”Adrian’s gaze sharpened. “Then tell me what it is about.”Claire hesitated. She had spent so long believing that they were the ones who had taken everything from her—her freedom, her reputation, her future. But wha
Secrets in the DarkThe weight of Cassandra’s words lingered long after she had disappeared down the hall.Claire stood frozen, staring at the file in her hands. The name Elliot Vance glared back at her like a ghost from the past.Adrian hadn’t moved. His silence was unnerving, his entire body rigid with restrained fury. His dark eyes flickered between the file and Claire, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.Finally, he spoke. “You shouldn’t have let her in.”Claire’s gaze snapped up. “I didn’t. She just showed up at the door.”Adrian’s jaw ticked. “That woman is poison, Claire. Whatever she told you, whatever she gave you—don’t trust it.”Claire exhaled, shaking her head. “I don’t trust her. But I also don’t think she’s lying.”Adrian crossed the room in slow, deliberate strides. “Cassandra Vale doesn’t help people unless it benefits her. If she gave you that file, it’s because she wants something from you.”Claire glanced down at the documents. “Then maybe we should figure o
Unraveling the PastClaire paced the length of Adrian’s penthouse, her fingers curling and uncurling as her thoughts raced. The name Halcyon Ventures echoed in her mind like a ghost from the past, stirring up memories she had long buried.Her father had worked for them.And now, years later, their name was tied to the man who had orchestrated her downfall.Coincidence? She didn’t believe in them anymore.Adrian sat on the couch, his gaze fixed on his phone as he typed out rapid messages. He had been working non-stop since they left the bar, issuing orders to Daniel and his best investigators to dig into Halcyon Ventures.She knew Adrian. He wouldn’t stop until he unearthed every secret, until he had complete control of the situation.But something about this didn’t feel like a game they could control.Something told her that whoever was behind this was playing a much bigger game.She stopped pacing. “I need to talk to someone.”Adrian’s gaze lifted, sharp and assessing. “Who?”She swa
No More RunningThe tension inside Adrian’s penthouse was suffocating. The scent of burnt rubber and smoke from the attack still clung to Claire’s clothes, a reminder of how close they had come to death.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the glittering city skyline. But she wasn’t admiring the view.She was thinking about who wanted her dead.The attack had been deliberate. Precise. Someone had given the order to eliminate them before they could dig any deeper.Adrian, standing a few feet away, was on a call with Daniel. His voice was low, controlled, but Claire could hear the restrained fury behind every word.“Find out who gave the order. I don’t care how you do it—just get me a name.”A pause.“No. No police. We handle this ourselves.”Another pause.“Double security at the penthouse. I want a full lockdown.”Claire turned, her arms wrapped around herself. “Is it always like this for you?”Adrian ended the call and met her gaze. “Like what?”She exhaled. “Li
The First StrikeThe next morning, Claire woke up to the scent of coffee and the low murmur of Adrian’s voice as he spoke on the phone. She pushed back the sheets, her body still tense from last night’s confrontation with Vincent Sinclair.He had all but confirmed her father’s murder.And he had tried to kill them.That knowledge sat heavy on her chest as she stepped into the living room. Adrian stood by the window, his jaw tight, one hand in his pocket while the other held his phone to his ear.“No. We do this on our terms,” he said, voice cold as steel. “I want everything on Sinclair—his investments, his offshore accounts, his weaknesses.” A pause. “If he has skeletons, I want them dug up and paraded for the world to see.”His eyes flickered toward her as he ended the call.“You didn’t sleep,” she said, noting the tension in his stance.Adrian poured a second cup of coffee and handed it to her. “Neither did you.”Claire took a sip, letting the warmth chase away the cold knot in her
Shadows of the PastSecrets Never Stay BuriedClaire’s heart stopped.The interrogation room was cold, sterile—designed to make people crack.Detective Marshall Hale leaned forward, his sharp gaze cutting through her like a blade."What do you know about my father’s disappearance?"Claire forced herself to breathe, to push down the rising panic.Her fingers curled into fists beneath the steel table.Richard Hale.She knew that name.Everyone did.A powerful businessman. Ruthless. Corrupt.And—gone.Vanished without a trace years ago, leaving behind whispers of foul play but no proof.And now his son sat across from her, looking at her like she held all the answers.But she didn’t.She barely knew anything about Adrian’s past—at least, not the parts he didn’t want her to know.Her voice came out steady. Calm. Controlled."Why are you asking me this?"Hale’s jaw ticked."You’re Adrian Blackwood’s wife. His closest ally. The person he trusts most."She almost laughed.Trust?Adrian Black
A Queen in ChainsThe cold of the prison seeped into Claire’s bones.She sat on the stiff metal bench, staring at the gray walls, her wrists still sore from the cuffs. She had promised herself she’d never be here again.Yet here she was.Accused of fraud. Embezzlement. Corporate espionage.Crimes she did not commit.But none of that mattered. The world believed what it wanted to believe.And Ava had made sure to paint Claire as the perfect villain.The guard’s footsteps echoed down the hall, stopping in front of her cell."You have a visitor," the officer said gruffly.Claire lifted her head, heart racing.For a brief, desperate second, she thought it was Adrian.But when the door opened, and Ava Donovan stepped in, Claire’s stomach turned to steel.The Poisoned SmileAva was dressed to kill.In a sleek designer dress, not a hair out of place, she looked like a woman at the peak of her victory.And she was smirking."Well, well," she purred, stepping closer. "Look where we are."Clair
The ArrestThe pounding on the penthouse door shattered the silence.Claire sat up in bed, her breath coming fast. For a split second, she thought she was dreaming.Then she heard it—loud, forceful, undeniable."Open up! This is the police!"Her blood turned to ice.Adrian was already up, throwing on a shirt, his movements sharp, controlled—but Claire could see the flicker of something lethal in his eyes.The pounding grew louder."Adrian," she whispered, her pulse hammering. "What’s happening?"But deep down, she already knew.Ava had made her next move.And this time, she was coming for Claire.Dragged into the FireThe front door burst open.A wave of officers flooded into the penthouse, weapons drawn, their presence suffocating.Claire’s breath caught in her throat.Adrian didn’t flinch. He stood like a king in his castle—untouched, unshaken—but his eyes burned with quiet fury.The lead officer stepped forward. "Adrian Blackwood?" he asked, voice clipped.Adrian’s lips curled in a
The Fall of a KingFor the first time in his life, Adrian Blackwood was powerless.He stood in his office, staring at the stock market graphs that painted a picture of destruction. Red lines, plummeting numbers, flashing warnings—signs of a kingdom crumbling beneath his feet.His empire was collapsing.And outside, the world watched, hungry for his downfall.The headlines were relentless:BLACKWOOD EMPIRE UNDER GOVERNMENT INVESTIGATIONRICHARD HALE’S DISAPPEARANCE—NEW EVIDENCE POINTS TO ADRIAN BLACKWOODIS THIS THE END FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE?Adrian had fought against powerful men before. He had crushed rivals, outmaneuvered politicians, and turned enemies into ghosts.But this wasn’t a corporate takeover.This wasn’t about business.This was a death sentence.And Ava Donovan had been the one to deliver it.He had underestimated her. He had believed she would break, that she would fold under the weight of his retaliation.Instead, she had burned his empire to the ground.Adrian’
The CounterstrikeAva should have been panicking.Any other person would have been crushed under the weight of what Adrian had done.Her company—her legacy—was collapsing right in front of her.Headlines screamed the downfall of Donovan Enterprises as investors pulled out, board members resigned, and stocks nosedived.DONOVAN EMPIRE IN CRISIS – CAN IT SURVIVE?AVA DONOVAN’S FALL FROM POWER – BLACKWOOD WINS AGAIN?Adrian Blackwood had done exactly what he had promised.He had taken her power.But he had made one fatal mistake.He thought this was over.It wasn’t.Ava had spent years waiting for her moment. Every move she made had been calculated, every piece of information she collected had been stored away for the right time.Adrian had won the battle.But Ava was about to win the war.Because she had one last weapon left to use.And when she unleashed it, Adrian Blackwood would never recover.The Video That Changed EverythingAt exactly 8 a.m., every major news station in the country
A Dangerous GameThe world believed Ava Donovan.That was the problem.Less than twelve hours after her press conference, the internet was flooded with headlines:AVA DONOVAN EXPOSES ADRIAN BLACKWOOD’S BRIBERY ATTEMPT!CLAIRE BLACKWOOD: PAWN OR ACCOMPLICE?BILLIONAIRE ADRIAN BLACKWOOD UNDER FIRE – A POWER PLAY GONE WRONG?Every news outlet, every business blog, even social media was consumed by the scandal.And inside the penthouse, Claire could feel the weight of it crushing them.Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his posture rigid, his phone gripped in his hand like a weapon. His reflection in the glass was as cold and merciless as the storm raging outside.Daniel had been working all night, trying to control the media, but the damage was already done."Ava played this perfectly," Daniel muttered, his voice laced with frustration. The circles under his eyes told Claire that he hadn't slept, and she doubted Adrian had either."She won’t win," Adrian said, voice like steel
The Trap is SetAva Donovan wasn’t stupid.She knew when she was being hunted.And Adrian Blackwood had made it very clear—this was a war.But he’d underestimated her.Everyone always had.They thought she was just a spoiled heiress with a sharp tongue and expensive taste. But she had survived in a world that crushed the weak. She had built an empire, one deal, one manipulation at a time.And she wasn’t about to let Claire and her billionaire husband take it all away.So, she did what she did best.She planned.Planned a counterstrike that would turn Adrian’s empire against him.Claire’s Growing Fear"You need to be more careful," Adrian’s voice was sharp as he paced the penthouse.Claire folded her arms, frustration simmering beneath her skin. "I’m not the one who sent a death threat in the form of a sniper video."Adrian shot her a look. "No, you’re just the one she wants dead."Claire flinched.He wasn’t wrong.Since the security footage had arrived, Adrian had doubled his security
The Game BeginsThe city skyline stretched endlessly before them, but Claire’s mind was elsewhere—trapped in the suffocating realization that her own stepsister had tried to have her killed.Ava had never just wanted to ruin her.She had wanted her gone.Permanently.Adrian stood beside her on the penthouse balcony, his hands gripping the railing like he was barely containing his fury. He hadn’t spoken much since their return from Liam’s.Claire could still feel the weight of his promise."She’s not walking away from this."Adrian’s threats weren’t empty. He didn’t deal in warnings—he executed."You’re quiet," she finally said, her voice breaking the tense silence.Adrian didn’t look at her. "Thinking.""About?"He exhaled sharply, pushing off the railing and turning toward her. His gaze was piercing, cold. "How best to destroy her."Claire’s chest tightened. "Adrian—""You don’t need to convince me to show restraint." His tone was clipped, his temper barely in check. "This isn’t abou
A Web of DeceptionThe world tilted.Claire’s breath hitched as Liam’s words echoed in her skull.Ava.Her stepsister. The woman who had framed her, stolen her fiancé, and watched as her life crumbled into dust.Adrian was silent beside her, but she could feel the sheer force of his rage. His entire body had gone still—the kind of stillness that came before a storm.Liam’s smirk lingered, enjoying every second of their shock."You look surprised," he mused, sipping his drink like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the room. "But really, you shouldn’t be. Ava has always been… ambitious."Claire’s nails dug into her palms, her mind racing. "You’re lying."Liam arched a brow. "Am I?"Adrian stepped forward, his presence like a blade against Liam’s throat. "You’re going to tell us everything. Now."Liam let out an amused sigh, setting his glass down. "You’re so tense, Blackwood. Fine. I’ll give you a little more."He walked to a sleek black desk, pulled open a drawer, and tossed a thin fo