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,
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
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
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
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
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 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
Confronting the PastThe drive to Liam Carter’s estate was a quiet storm.Claire sat in the passenger seat of Adrian’s sleek black car, her hands clenched in her lap. Adrian had barely spoken since they left the penthouse, his grip tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension.Daniel followed behind in another car, a security team flanking them, prepared for anything.Claire’s heart pounded against her ribs. It had been years since she had seen Liam face-to-face. The last time, he had watched her life crumble, his silence cutting deeper than any betrayal. And now, he might be the one trying to end her life.She had thought she’d moved past the pain. That she had buried the old wounds beneath layers of anger and survival.But as they neared the Carter estate, she realized something terrifying.The scars still burned.The Estate of a SnakeLiam Carter lived like a man who had never tasted suffering.His estate loomed ahead, a sprawling mansion nestled in wealth and secre
No Safe HavenThe ride back to the penthouse was suffocating.Claire’s fingers were still laced with Adrian’s, but neither of them spoke. There was nothing left to say—not when the reality of their situation had become so brutally clear.Someone wanted them dead.And that someone had money, power, and the means to make it happen.As the car pulled into the underground garage of Adrian’s building, Daniel was already waiting. His sharp gaze flickered between them, instantly sensing the weight in the air."What happened?" he asked, pushing off the sleek black car he was leaning against.Adrian let go of Claire’s hand, his movements tense. "Romano confirmed it. There’s a hit on us."Daniel’s jaw tightened. "Both of you?"Adrian nodded.Daniel muttered a curse under his breath, then turned to Claire. "I assume you didn’t just sit at home like you were supposed to?"Claire lifted her chin. "I went to the club."Daniel swore again. "Damn it, Claire—""Don’t," Adrian cut in, his voice sharp.
Walking Into the FireThe city blurred past the car window as Claire clenched her fists in her lap.She didn’t have a plan.Not really.All she knew was that Adrian was in trouble, and she was done being sidelined."Where to, Miss Donovan?" the driver asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.She hesitated for half a second. "Vincent Romano’s club."The driver’s grip on the wheel tightened. "Are you sure? That’s not the kind of place—""I didn’t ask for your opinion," Claire cut in, her voice sharper than she intended.The driver nodded stiffly and changed lanes, speeding toward the high-end, private club where Adrian had vanished.Claire’s pulse pounded as she gripped her phone.No messages.No calls.Adrian was keeping her in the dark.And she was about to change that.The ClubThe moment Claire stepped inside the dimly lit lounge, she knew she didn’t belong.Not in the way the men in expensive suits smirked at her.Not in the way the women, draped in silk and diamonds, lo
A Line in the SandThe tension in the penthouse was suffocating.Claire sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the city lights outside the massive window, her fingers curled into the silky fabric of her robe. Adrian’s words from earlier still echoed in her mind."Losing you isn’t an option."She wasn’t sure how to process it.Adrian Blackwood was a man who wielded power like a weapon, who controlled his world with ruthless precision. But tonight, just for a moment, she had seen something else—something unguarded.Something real.A knock at the bedroom door snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned just as Adrian stepped inside.His presence filled the room, dark and commanding."You should get some sleep," he said, his voice quieter than usual.She studied him. The sharp angles of his face, the tension in his shoulders. He was just as unsettled as she was."Is that an order?" she asked.His lips twitched slightly. "Would you listen if it was?"She huffed a quiet laugh. "Not a chanc
Lines That Shouldn’t Be CrossedClaire stood in front of Adrian, her pulse thrumming in her ears.His dark eyes pinned her in place, the weight of his gaze heavy with suspicion. He knew something was wrong. He could sense the shift in her."You went to see him, didn’t you?" Adrian’s voice was low, controlled, but there was a lethal edge beneath it.Claire lifted her chin. "Yes."His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Why?"She hesitated. She had spent years learning to hide her emotions, to keep her mask in place. But Adrian—he had a way of stripping away every layer of her defenses."Because Liam has information we can’t ignore," she said finally.Adrian’s lips pressed into a thin line. "And you thought it was a good idea to meet him alone?"Claire exhaled sharply. "I can handle myself, Adrian. I don’t need you watching my every move."He took a slow, deliberate step forward. "When you make reckless decisions that could get you killed? Yes, you do."Her breath hitched. He was t