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His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter Sixty Eight
No Way OutClaire didn’t sleep that night.She lay in the vast emptiness of her bed, staring at the ceiling as the weight of everything threatened to crush her.The truth was out. Adrian knew.And now, the war between them had taken on an entirely new dimension.She turned onto her side, curling her knees toward her chest as if that would somehow shield her from the inevitable storm. Adrian wasn’t the kind of man who let things go. He wouldn’t simply accept this and walk away.He would claim what was his.The terrifying part was—Claire wasn’t sure if she could stop him.She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.The thought made her chest tighten, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to silence the voices in her head.She had spent three years locked away, dreaming of her revenge, planning every move, ensuring she would never be powerless again.And yet, here she was. Trapped.Not by prison walls, not by chains—but by Adrian Blackwood.By the life growing inside her.By the undeniable,
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A Battle of WillsClaire sat motionless on the plush sofa in the penthouse’s sunlit lounge, her fingers tightening around the edges of the medical report Adrian had left behind. The sleek Blackwood logo was stamped in the top right corner, a reminder of his reach—his power.She hadn’t even needed to open it.Adrian had already confirmed what she feared.She was pregnant.A shuddering breath escaped her lips as she stared at the words in front of her. It should have felt real now, tangible. But it didn’t. It still felt like something distant, a possibility that had yet to sink in.But Adrian had made it real.And now, the question wasn’t whether she was having this child.It was what she was going to do about Adrian.Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of the door opening. She stiffened as the familiar presence filled the room.Adrian.She didn’t turn to look at him, didn’t acknowledge him at all. But she could feel him, the quiet intensity of his stare burning into her.He moved
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A Dangerous ChoiceClaire sat frozen, staring at the contract in front of her. The inked words blurred together, but their meaning was as clear as the man standing across from her.Adrian was offering her something she had never expected—a choice.And that scared her more than if he had simply demanded her compliance.She should have known he would do this. He never fought the way people expected. No, Adrian Blackwood preferred to play the long game, to twist the board until his opponent made the move he wanted.And yet… this didn’t feel like manipulation.It felt like desperation wrapped in the illusion of control.“Say something,” Adrian said, his voice breaking the silence.Claire swallowed, forcing her thoughts to steady. “I don’t trust you,” she said finally.Adrian didn’t flinch. “That hasn’t stopped you before.”She shot him a glare. “This isn’t the same. You’re asking me to stay—to extend this marriage beyond the contract, to—” She exhaled sharply, her voice quieter now. “To b
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The Calm Before the StormClaire barely slept that night.Even after signing the contract, even after officially agreeing to stay in this twisted marriage, her mind refused to settle.Adrian had barely said a word after she signed. He had taken the contract, tucked it away in his desk, and simply told her they would talk in the morning.She hated how calm he had been.She hated even more that she had wanted him to say something—anything.But she wasn’t about to ask for his approval.No, she had made her choice. And she wasn’t going to second-guess it now.Still, as she lay in the massive bed of Adrian’s penthouse, staring at the ceiling, an unease settled deep in her chest.What had she just committed to?Could she really do this?A part of her wanted to believe that this would get easier. That somehow, this wasn’t just another move in their never-ending battle for control.But Claire knew better.This wasn’t a fresh start.It was just a new battlefield.Morning Came Too SoonWhen Cla
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The AnnouncementClaire had always hated the spotlight.Growing up in high society, she had been paraded around at charity events, forced to smile for cameras while her stepfather and Ava played the perfect family. She had been a pawn in their games, a means to an end.And now, she was doing it all over again.Only this time, she wasn’t the girl trapped in their shadows.This time, she was Claire Blackwood.A name that came with power. Influence. Fear.She wasn’t the same woman who had walked into Adrian’s life months ago. And she certainly wasn’t the same woman who had been dragged out of her wedding in handcuffs.But that didn’t mean this was easy.She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection as she smoothed the silk of her deep crimson dress. The color was bold—dangerous. It was the kind of dress that made a statement.It told the world she wasn’t just Adrian Blackwood’s wife.She was his equal.A sharp knock at the door made her tense. She already knew who it was.A
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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
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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,
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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
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A Masquerade of PowerThe day of the gala dawned with an air of tension thick enough to cut with a blade.From the moment Claire woke, the Blackwood estate buzzed with activity. Staff hurried through the halls like ants preparing for war—florists, caterers, technicians, stylists, and security officers worked in synchronized chaos, each one acutely aware that this wasn’t just another opulent gathering of the elite.This was a battlefield dressed in velvet.Claire stood at the grand window of the master suite, sipping coffee from a porcelain cup as she watched the transformation unfold in the courtyard. The Blackwood crest was embossed on every silk napkin, the floors polished until they gleamed like mirrors. Soft jazz played through hidden speakers as decorators arranged white orchids and golden candelabras in symmetrical perfection.But beneath the glamour, she could feel the storm building.Adrian joined her quietly, his tailored black suit already pressed and pristine. No words pass
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Pieces on the BoardThe morning after the media storm was eerily quiet.Claire sat by the window, legs curled under her, watching the rain streak down the glass like delicate veins. The city buzzed beneath them, but it was a muffled hum, distant and removed. A calm before another inevitable storm.The takedown of Gavin’s ploy had been a success—at least for now. The news cycles were ablaze with headlines like “Corporate Sabotage Exposed: Blackwood Empire Fights Back” and “Claire Donovan-Blackwood: The Woman Who Wouldn’t Be Broken.”But she didn’t feel triumphant.Not yet.Adrian entered the room, phone in hand, suit impeccable despite the long night. He looked tired, though—shadows under his eyes, tension lining his jaw. “Gavin’s radio silent,” he said, tossing the phone on the table. “Too silent.”Claire looked up. “Licking his wounds?”“Or sharpening his blade.”She sighed. “What now?”“We solidify our position. Rebuild trust. If he wants to turn allies against us, we remind them wh
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The Trap Within the TrapRain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood penthouse, thick sheets blurring the skyline as Adrian stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass. His reflection stared back—jaw clenched, mind spiraling. The night had ended in veiled threats and quiet revelations, but the morning brought something worse:Uncertainty.Gavin Thorn had made his entrance, delivering no outright attack but leaving behind the unmistakable scent of war. And now, the waiting began—the most dangerous part of any battle.Claire emerged from the hallway, dressed in a silk blouse and black slacks, eyes sharp, hair pulled into a high twist. She was already on edge. She hadn’t slept. Neither had Adrian.“He’s not going to sit still,” she said, coming to stand beside him.Adrian didn’t look at her. “No. He’s going to bait us.”“Well, good,” Claire replied. “Because I’m done waiting. I want to strike first.”At that, he finally turned to face her. “It’s not that simple. He’s calculated. Everyth
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The Guest No One InvitedThe invitation list was a curated maze of power, scandal, and whispered legacy.Claire stood beside Adrian as final preparations were made for the upcoming charity gala—a night designed to lure a ghost from the past out of hiding. The ballroom at the Blackwood Grand Hotel glittered with chandeliers and gleaming marble floors, its elegance belying the tension bubbling underneath.“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t do this more discreetly,” Claire muttered, watching the staff polish the cutlery for the fifth time.Adrian smirked without humor. “Because discreet doesn’t work on men like Gavin Thorn. He feeds on exposure. This... spectacle will tempt him. We give him a stage. And when he steps onto it, we pull the curtain.”Claire exhaled shakily, turning toward the windows. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass, indifferent to the storm brewing in her life. “And what if he doesn’t come?”“He will,” Adrian said, his voice certain. “This isn’t about bu
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Enemies in the ShadowsThe letter haunted Claire.She read it a dozen times over the next few hours, committing every line to memory, every curve of the penmanship, every chilling implication. The words were more than just a warning—they were a declaration. A threat from someone who clearly believed they had unfinished business with her.And worse, they knew how to find her.When morning broke over the city, casting pale light over the marble floors of the penthouse, Claire stood by the window, sleepless and tense. The shadows on the street below seemed to stretch longer than usual. Every face passing by felt like a spy. Every glance felt like a dagger waiting to strike.She barely noticed when Adrian approached."You've been up all night," he said gently, slipping his arm around her waist.She leaned into him, but her thoughts remained elsewhere. "I can’t stop thinking about the letter."“I know,” he said. “I’ve already had Daniel run forensics on it. No prints, no traceable ink. Who
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The Shattered ReflectionThe news of Victor’s downfall rippled through the corporate world like a thunderstorm crashing through a summer sky. By noon the next day, financial headlines were ablaze with words like embezzlement, fraud, and board betrayal. The man who had once seemed untouchable was now facing imminent criminal prosecution. And Claire—once the disgraced fiancée of Liam Carter—was being hailed by some as a phoenix rising from the ashes.But victory didn’t feel as sweet as she thought it would.Claire stood alone on the terrace of Adrian’s penthouse, her arms folded over the glass railing. Below, the city sprawled in glittering opulence, unaware of the chaos that had almost swallowed her whole. The wind tugged at her silk blouse, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to simply feel—the air, the quiet, the momentary peace.Adrian joined her a few minutes later, two mugs of coffee in his hands. He didn’t say anything at first, just passed one to her and leaned against t
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Breaking the ChainsThe air in the penthouse was suffocating. The weight of the past few days had pressed down on Claire like a thousand-ton boulder. Despite the luxury surrounding her—an opulent building in the heart of the city, towering views from the windows, designer furniture and rare art lining the walls—Claire felt trapped.She’d been sitting in her study for hours, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. She had drafted so many letters, emails, and statements, but nothing seemed to be enough. The fight against Victor was taking its toll, and despite the press conferences, the legal countersuits, and Adrian’s promises, Claire could feel herself slipping—slipping back into a place she’d fought so hard to escape.The door creaked open, and she didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence filled the room in an instant. Adrian.He didn’t speak at first, just stood in the doorway watching her. Claire met his eyes—those cold, impenetrable eyes
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Playing With FireVictor’s declaration echoed through the mansion like a gunshot, and the aftermath was just as deafening. By midday, every major news outlet had picked up the clip. Adrian and Claire’s names were splashed across headlines—Corporate Power Couple Accused of Fraud, Victor Carter Declares War, Secrets and Scandals of the Elite.Claire sat stiffly in Adrian’s private office, her hands clenched around a steaming cup of tea she hadn’t touched. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart had stopped racing.“He’s coming for us,” she said finally, her voice taut. “And the world’s watching.”Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes locked on the city skyline. His posture was calm—too calm. That kind of stillness only came before a storm.“I’ve already spoken to legal,” he said. “They’re preparing countersuits and subpoenas of our own. The moment he files, we hit back.”Claire set down the cup with a clink. “What if it’s not just legal this time? He’s weaponizing the
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Ghosts from the FireThe air was thick with tension as the private jet touched down in the quiet coastal town of Briar Glen. Fog rolled in from the sea like smoke from the past, curling around the edges of the unfamiliar town as if guarding its secrets.Claire stepped out first, her coat catching the wind, eyes scanning the sleepy marina as though Elliot Marris might materialize right there on the dock. Behind her, Adrian descended the stairs, his jaw tight, phone already in hand.“I’ve arranged for a car,” he said, his tone clipped. “Marris was last seen checking into a motel under the name Edward Miles. It’s ten minutes from here.”Claire nodded, slipping into the back seat of the sleek black car that waited for them. The town passed by in a blur—quaint shops, aged buildings, the smell of salt and old wood. But neither of them were here for nostalgia.“Do you trust him?” Claire asked after a stretch of silence.Adrian looked at her.“No,” he said honestly. “But I trust that he hates
