I barely had time to exhale before my father’s voice stopped me in my tracks.“Where are you two going?”Mia and I had just stepped into the hallway, dressed and ready to leave, when he emerged from his study, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced between us.I stole a quick glance at Mia, silently warning her not to speak. She hesitated, shifting slightly beside me, but I quickly stepped forward. “Just out for a bit dad,” I said smoothly. “Nothing serious.”He wasn’t convinced. “Out where? It’s late, Elena.”I sighed inwardly. I couldn’t tell him the truth, obviously. But I also couldn’t outrightly lie. I had to find a balance. “Just meeting someone for a quick conversation. Nothing dangerous, I promise.”He asked curiously now “who is this someone, doesn’t he or she have a name ?”I sighed “Dad, you’re asking too many questions right now, you don’t have to worry okay ? I’m going with Mia And we’ll be fine.”His frown deepened. “You’re getting yourself involved in too
Adrian’s gaze lifted the moment he spotted us, sharp, assessing.Mia who followed right behind me, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was just as curious as I was about what Adrian had to say. We reached the table, and without hesitation, I pulled out a chair and sat down. Mia slid into the seat beside me, her eyes flicking between Adrian and me.He studied Mia for a second before offering a small, knowing smile. “This must be your friend.”I didn’t acknowledge his observation. “Go straight to the point Adrian.” My voice was cold, cutting through the air like a blade. I wasn’t here for small talk.Adrian exhaled slowly, setting his hands on the table. “What would you both like to drink ?” He asked “Look Adrian, this isn’t some fancy dinner date okay. Go straight to the point.”“It’s just a drink, you know to calm your nerves while we discuss.” He said softly “How about your friend though?” He asked looking at Mia, who was just qu
“So, what gets serious?” I asked, my voice steady but my fingers curling slightly against the wooden table. “How do we come in Adrian?”Adrian leaned forward, his expression dark and unreadable. He didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he picked up his whisky, took a slow sip, and then set the cup back down with a deliberate clink.Mia let out an impatient breath beside me. “Enough with the theatrics, Adrian.” She crossed her arms. “You said this is where it gets serious. So talk.”Adrian exhaled, his gaze flicking to mine. “Victoria has been obsessed with Alexander for a very long time,” he began. “Since they were teenagers, since before you ever came into the picture. She would do anything to be with him. She still would.”I sat motionless, absorbing his words. It wasn’t news to me that Victoria wanted Alexander—she never hid it. But something about the way Adrian said anything sent an uneasy feeling crawling up my spine.“She’s tried for years to make him see her as more than just a chil
Chapter 121: Revealed truths and Agendas 2“Victoria’s father.”The words don’t register immediately. My mind latches onto them, trying to make sense of what Adrian just said.I blink at him, my hands tightening into fists on my lap. “What did you just say?”Adrian leans forward slightly, his gaze unwavering. “Your father—George Spears—did not betray the Wells family. He was framed.”The room is silent for a long moment. The weight of his words presses down on me, heavy and suffocating. Beside me, Mia tenses. I don’t look at her, my focus locked on Adrian.“How’s that possible ,” I say finally, my voice hoarse. “Everyone knows—”“Everyone knows what they were told,” Adrian interrupts smoothly. “What Greenwoods wanted them to believe and of course the story they’ve been sold.”Mia lets out a sharp breath. “Greenwoods?” She shakes her head. “What does he have to do with this?”Adrian’s lips curve into something almost amused. “Everything,” he says simply.I swallow hard, my pulse poundi
I was already awake before the sun had fully risen, my eyes heavy with exhaustion but my mind refusing to rest. The dim glow of my laptop screen illuminated the room as I scrolled through the soft copy documents Adrian had sent me. My fingers trembled as I clicked through pages of scanned agreements, transaction logs, and confidential correspondences—evidence spanning thirty years. I couldn’t believe last night wasn’t a dream, like all of this was actually happening and the truth was finally coming to light.A name kept appearing over and over again. Ridgway. A name no one had questioned all these years. But behind that name, hidden in plain sight, was Adrian Volkov.I exhaled sharply, gripping my pen as I scribbled notes in my journal, underlining dates and key details. This was it. The missing piece of the puzzle. All the proof that my father had taken the blame all these years for something he did not do.A rustling sound came from the other side of the room, followed by a sleepy
I barely noticed how tightly I gripped the laptop as I stared at my father, my pulse hammering in my ears. He sat at the edge of his bed, one hand adjusting his cufflinks, the other resting on his thigh. He glanced up at me with mild curiosity, unaware that what I was about to tell him would change everything.“What is it, Elena?” he asked, his tone even but expectant. “Have you finally come to your senses about Victoria? Or what is this about ? What do you want to show me ?”I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “No, Dad. This isn’t about apologizing to Victoria. It’s about something much important —something you need to know.”I stepped forward, placing the laptop in his hands. He frowned, looking through them, his gaze scanning the texts, the signatures, the transactions—every damning detail that tied Greenwoods and Ridgeway to something far darker than he could have imagined. I watched as his expression shifted, his brows knitting together in confusion before they shot up in stunne
I followed my father into the grand suite, my heart steady but my mind sharp. The last time I stood in front of Victoria, things had escalated beyond control, and now, I was here to apologize. Or at least, that was the performance we had to put on.My father, was furious. I could see it in the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness in his jaw. But he was keeping it together because we needed to think ahead. Victoria’s father, Greenwood, was too powerful to take on recklessly. If we wanted a chance to dismantle him, we had to play the long game.Victoria stood beside her father, a smug smile tugging at her lips, but Greenwood, he barely acknowledged us at first. He was seated on one of the luxurious leather couches, sipping from a crystal glass of whiskey, his cold gaze flicking toward us as though we were nothing more than a passing inconvenience.My father inhaled deeply before stepping forward. “Greenwood Stones,” he greeted, his tone carefully neutral. Then, turning to Victoria, h
Later that evening.I could still hear my father’s voice from the kitchen as I set the dining table, my hands moving on instinct while my mind remained preoccupied with everything that had unfolded earlier at Victoria’s father’s suite. The weight of the truth sat heavily on my shoulders, pressing against my chest like an unbearable burden. The lies, the betrayals, the manipulations, it was all beginning to make sense now. And yet, the realization only made everything hurt more.Mia stood by the stove, stirring a pot of soup. The rich aroma of spices filled the air, mixing with the scent of freshly baked bread she had prepared earlier. She had insisted on cooking something hearty, as if good food could ease the tension hanging over us.“Elena, stop standing there and come taste this,” she called, motioning for me to come over. “It’s almost done.”I walked over, taking the wooden spoon from her hand and tasting the broth. It was warm, savory, and comforting, but nothing could soothe the
Victoria’s POVIt was a few days after Alexander and his little play team ruined my life. The walls of my penthouse felt smaller now, everything felt different, my life had changed for bad.The curtains were open, but the light didn’t touch me. I hadn’t eaten since the arrest. I hadn’t slept either. I’d been staring at the TV, waiting for them to say my father had been released. That something could be done, but there was nothing, I had made several calls and no one seemed to help, they said the allegations were true and heavy on him. All our connections had failed us, my life was in shambles.Just while I was lost in thoughts, there was a knock at the door.Then another.I wasn’t expecting anyone but I opened the door.Adrian.He stood there, in his black coat, hands in his pockets, face calm like he hadn’t just helped destroy everything I had ever built.“You have a lot of nerve,” I snapped, stepping aside to let him in, only because I didn’t want the neighbors to hear the screaming
Elena’s POvI don’t know what possessed me to come here. Maybe it was closure. Maybe it was vengeance.Maybe it was both.And at the center of it all, Victoria Greenwood.She stood at the stage, her red dress flowing like a curtain of blood. She held the microphone with an effortless grace, and when the lights focused on her, the applause was thunderous.“Good evening, darlings,” she began, her voice silk and venom. “First, thank you all for coming tonight. It means the world to me that I get to celebrate with each of you—those I love, admire, and aspire to collaborate with. Tonight isn’t just about glamour—though, let’s be honest, I’m killing it.” Laughter rippled across the room.She winked. “But really, this is about gratitude. For those who have believed in me, supported me, and paved the way… especially one very special man—my amazing father.”The applause returned, louder this time. And then he emerged.Mr. Greenwood Stones.A walking headline in a sleek tux, polished shoes, and
Victoria’s POVMy phone hadn’t stopped ringing all morning. It was my birthday today, my big day!“Is the floral arrangement in place? I want the cherry blossoms centered—nothing else,” I snapped into the phone, pacing across the marble floor of my apartment. The mirrored panels along the hallway reflected my anxious expression as I turned the corner into my bedroom, where my evening dress lay spread across the bed like a silent promise.I hung up the call before the planner could ask another question and immediately dialed Isla.She picked up on the second ring. “Hey, babe! Big night!” she chirped.“I hope you’re looking stunning. I don’t want to be the only jaw-dropper walking that red carpet tonight.”Isla giggled. “Trust me, I’m going full glam. I’ve got that bejeweled emerald gown you love—hair slicked back, high heels tall enough to break necks.”“That’s the spirit,” I smiled, easing into the chaise by the window. “This night’s going to be perfect. Dad says he even has a surpris
Elena’s POV“What exactly do you mean by that ?” I asked turning to Adrian.Adrian leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes reflecting a lifetime of calculated decisions. “Victoria’s birthday celebration is tomorrow, correct?” His Russian accent added a gravitas to his words this time, making every syllable feel like a decree.Alexander nodded, his jaw tightening. “Yes. She had even sent a reminder just last night, she’s always extravagant with her celebrations. The city’s elite will be in attendance.”A slow, predatory smile spread across Adrian’s face. “Then it’s the perfect stage for our performance.”I shifted in my seat, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “Performance?”Adrian’s gaze met mine, unwavering. “A public unmasking. We expose Greenwoods for the charlatan he is, in front of his peers, his allies, his world, we make them see what humiliation feels like.”The audacity of the plan sent a shiver down my spine. The idea of confronting such a powerful figure in a p
Elena’s POVThe following morning came quicker than I expected. I hadn’t even taken a full sip of my coffee before I heard the soft knock at the door.Mia peeked out the window first, then turned to me. “It’s Alexander’s driver—and I think those are his security guys too.”I sighed, placing my mug down. “He didn’t mention he was sending a whole team.”Mia raised a brow. “You surprised? It’s Alexander. He sends an army if you sneeze too loud.”I offered a faint smile and grabbed my coat. I had already texted Adrian earlier that morning, and after a few minutes of back and forth, he had sent me a location. It was a private estate just a little outside the city limits—discreet, exclusive, and of course, heavily guarded. I didn’t tell him that Alexander would be coming too. I knew it was a gamble, but something told me Adrian would understand.The drive to Alexander’s penthouse was quiet. His men barely spoke a word, but they were polite, respectful. As the gates opened and the car pulled
Elena’s POVI had barely caught my breath when the silence between Alexander and Victor stretched thin like a worn-out thread ready to snap. The air was stiff, as though it could combust from the tension lingering in the room. Alexander’s chest rose and fell heavily beside me, still furious from everything I had just confessed to him. Victor just stood there helpless, sad, his eyes filled with regrets.Then, he spoke.“I know you hate me, Alexander,” Victor began, voice raw and cracking, “and I know I don’t deserve even a second of peace from you. But I just want you to understand one thing—I never wanted to take Elena from you or anything. Everything I felt for her was real.”I froze.Victor’s voice trembled as he stood from the couch. “I loved her genuinely. I still do.” He turned toward me, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, just stared at him as his words pierced the quiet. “From the moment I saw you, Elena. Not because you were beautiful or brilliant—although you are—but becaus
Elena’s POVI didn’t realize how long I’d been standing outside until I felt a breeze brush against my skin, cooling the spot where Alexander’s lips had just touched mine. My heart was still racing from the kiss—his kiss—and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what to feel.So I asked the only thing that made sense in the moment.“Why did we just do that?”Alexander didn’t even hesitate. His voice was calm, low, but firm.“Why wouldn’t we?” he said, eyes not leaving mine. “You’re still my wife.”I looked away. His words pierced something deep in me. Something raw. Something that hadn’t healed yet. I felt my chest tightening as I fought back the emotions swirling inside me.But it didn’t work.I broke down.The tears came so suddenly I couldn’t stop them. I turned away from him, trying to hide my face, but he reached for me gently.“Elena,” he whispered, but I couldn’t meet his gaze.“I don’t know anymore, Alexander,” I sobbed. “I don’t know how to trust you. You hurt me. Yo
Elena’s POVThe silence that followed my words was louder than any argument we’ve ever had and then he asked again “what did you say?”“I still want a divorce,” I repeated, my voice quieter this time. Almost like I didn’t want him to hear it, but I knew he did. His chest barely moved. His eyes were locked on mine, and his lips parted, like he wanted to speak but forgot how to form words.Finally, he blinked. Once. Twice. And then… a slow exhale.“I see,” he said.I turned away, looking at the garden hedge behind him, anything but his face. “You said if you found out my father was innocent, you’d sign the papers.”His jaw tensed. “I did.”“And?”He took a step closer. “And I will.”I nodded. That should’ve made me feel relieved. But instead, it burned.He stared at me for a long time. Then his voice cracked gently through the air. “But before I do… can I say something? Please.”I didn’t speak. I didn’t nod. I just stood there. That was enough for him.He ran a hand through his hair, l
I barely had time to react before Alexander was on his feet, his chair scraping violently against the floor. His entire frame was tense, his jaw locked in fury as he glared at Victor standing a few feet away.“What the hell is he doing here?” His voice was sharp, demanding. His eyes flicked between Victor and me, searching for an explanation, his anger barely restrained.Victor, looking just as startled as Alexander, raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know I was going to be here either,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Elena invited me.”Alexander’s gaze snapped to me, his expression darkening. “You invited him?”I let out a slow breath, steadying myself. “Alexander, calm down.”His glare intensified. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Elena. Do you even realize what you’re doing?”“Yes,” I said firmly. “Victor is a part of this, whether you like it or not. He is one of us.”Alexander let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “A part of this? You’re joking, right?”Before