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Running from the DevilA Flight in the NightClaire didn’t stop walking until she was far from Blackwood Tower.Her pulse still roared in her ears, her chest tight with adrenaline.Adrian’s words echoed in her mind."Don’t run from me, Claire. Because if you do… I’ll chase you."And she knew—he meant it.Because Adrian Blackwood didn’t make idle threats.She had seen it firsthand.The way he had almost pulled the trigger on Ava.The way he had burned everything in his path to get to her.And the worst part?She had let him.Claire sucked in a breath, pulling her coat tighter around herself as she stepped into the street.She needed space.Needed to breathe.Because right now?Right now, she wasn’t sure if Adrian was her savior or her downfall.And if she didn’t figure it out soon—she might not get a choice.Adrian's ObsessionAdrian stood in his penthouse, staring at the door she had walked out of.His fingers tightened into fists.She had run.And now?Now, he was going to find her.
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No Way OutA War on Two FrontsThe moment Adrian stepped into the room, the air shifted.Claire’s spine stiffened, her heart slamming against her ribs as his dark, unreadable gaze locked onto her.“You’re not going anywhere,” he repeated, his voice calm, but edged with warning.Liam tensed beside her, his fists clenching.Claire inhaled sharply, forcing herself to stay steady.She had spent years learning how to stand her ground.She wasn’t about to start folding now.Her voice was low, firm. “Move, Adrian.”He didn’t.Didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Didn’t even pretend to consider her words.Instead, he exhaled slowly, tilting his head.And that was always a bad sign.Because when Adrian tilted his head like that—Someone always lost.Liam took a step forward, his shoulders squared. “Let her go, Blackwood.”Adrian’s gaze flickered to him, cold, dismissive. “This isn’t your concern.”Liam’s jaw ticked. “It is now.”Adrian smirked, his voice dropping. “You think you can take her from me?”
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The Illusion of FreedomWalking Away Doesn’t Mean She’s FreeClaire walked out of the warehouse, her hands shaking, her mind spinning with everything she had just learned.Adrian had been involved.Not just connected.Not just watching from the sidelines.He had been a part of it.And the worst part?He hadn’t told her.He had let her trust him. Let her fall into this war, thinking they were on the same side.But now?Now, she didn’t know what was real anymore.She felt sick.Like the ground beneath her was crumbling.And the only thing she could do was keep walking.Because if she stopped?She might not be able to move again.Adrian Watches Her GoAdrian didn’t move as he watched Claire walk away.Didn’t call after her. Didn’t stop her.Not yet.Because right now?She wouldn’t believe anything he said.Ava had planned this moment perfectly.Had known exactly where to hit, exactly how to make Claire doubt him.And she had succeeded.For now.Daniel Vaughn stood a few feet away, arms c
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Captured by the King The Knock That Changed Everything Claire stared at the door, her heart slamming against her ribs. The knock came again. Slow. Patient. A warning. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe. She had run. She had left him behind. But Adrian Blackwood had just found her. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the nightstand. She could pretend she wasn’t here. Could pretend that she hadn’t heard him. But she knew better. Adrian wasn’t a man who knocked twice. If she didn’t open the door, he would find another way in. And she didn’t want to know what that would look like. Claire exhaled slowly. Then—she unlocked the door. And when she pulled it open— Adrian stood there. Dark suit. Cold gaze. Presence so suffocating it made the room feel smaller. He looked like a man who had already won. Because in his mind? He had. Claire’s throat tightened. She had spent years learning how to be strong. But in front of Adrian
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A Game of Life and DeathThe Sound of ChaosThe first gunshot shattered the silence.The second shattered the window.Claire’s breath hitched as glass exploded around them, shards slicing through the air like deadly confetti.Adrian moved first.In a blink, he grabbed Claire and dragged her down, shielding her body with his.More gunfire ripped through the room, tearing into the walls, the furniture, everything in its path.Claire’s heart slammed against her ribs.They were trapped.Surrounded.And the one person who would do anything to see her dead?Ava was behind it.Adrian’s Unbreakable HoldAdrian didn’t hesitate.He had spent years in boardrooms, dominating ruthless men, controlling everything with a single command—But this?This was different.This was war.He pressed Claire against the floor, his body shielding hers as bullets whizzed overhead.“Stay down,” he ordered, his voice calm. Absolute.Claire’s pulse roared.She wasn’t used to being protected.Wasn’t used to needing
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A Line That Can’t Be UncrossedThe Aftermath of MercyAva coughed violently, her hands clutching at her throat as she collapsed onto the cold, debris-strewn floor.Adrian had spared her.Barely.But that mercy?It had nothing to do with her.It was for Claire.Only for Claire.Adrian exhaled slowly, straightening as he looked down at Ava with something far colder than hatred.Indifference.“You’re done,” he murmured.Ava’s head snapped up, her eyes burning with fury.“You think you’ve won?” she rasped, her voice raw.Adrian smirked, adjusting his cuffs like he hadn’t just had his hands around her throat.“I don’t think,” he said, his tone smooth, unshaken. “I know.”Claire watched them, her heart still hammering from what had just happened.She should have felt relieved.Should have felt safe.But as she looked at Adrian—at the man who had nearly crossed a line he couldn’t come back from—All she felt was fear.Not of Ava.But of him.Ava’s Final WarningAva let out a low, bitter lau
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The Freedom That Never WasA Life That Doesn’t Feel Like HersClaire didn’t stop walking.Didn’t stop running.Not until she was back in her hotel room—alone.She closed the door behind her, pressing her back against it as her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps.Her hands trembled.Not because of fear.Not because of Ava.But because of Adrian.His words still echoed in her mind."Run, Claire. But don’t forget—I always bring back what’s mine."She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to breathe.She was free.She had left him.She had finally escaped.So why did it feel like she had just walked into a different kind of prison?Adrian’s Unshaken ControlAdrian sat at the edge of his penthouse, staring out over the city he owned.Daniel Vaughn poured himself a drink, watching him carefully.“She left,” Daniel mused, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.Adrian didn’t respond.Daniel smirked.“But you don’t look worried.”Adrian exhaled slowly.Because he wasn’t.Claire could run.
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Trapped in His ShadowThe Moment She Realizes It’s OverClaire’s heart pounded as she stared at Adrian.The glow of the streetlamp cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp, unreadable expression in his eyes.He wasn’t angry.Wasn’t rushed.He looked completely in control.Like he had already decided how this would end.She took a step back, her breath shaky.“I told you,” she whispered. “I’m not coming back.”Adrian tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something slow, calculated.“Claire.”Just her name.Soft. Dangerous.A reminder.Her stomach twisted.Because even after everything, after running, after trying to start over—He still owned her.Not because she wanted him to.Not because she had chosen this.But because Adrian Blackwood wasn’t a man who let go.And tonight?Tonight, he was proving it.The Unshakable PresenceClaire swallowed hard, her pulse pounding.“You don’t get to control me,” she whispered.Adrian smirked. “Don’t I?”Her throat tightened.B
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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
