Margaret sat in her dimly lit study, her fingers tracing the edges of a photograph of Adrian and Grace. Her lips curled into a bitter sneer as she stared at the glowing faces in the image. The news of Grace’s pregnancy had shaken her to the core, and the implications were too much to ignore.“They’re trying to ruin everything I’ve worked for,” Margaret muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing. “If that child is born, Adrian will solidify his position as the heir, and Benson will have no chance. I won’t let that happen.”She clenched the photograph tightly before tearing it into shreds. Margaret had always been a woman of schemes, but now her resolve was sharper than ever.Adrian was reviewing a proposal when his assistant, Martin, walked in with an envelope. “Sir, this just arrived. It’s marked urgent.”Adrian frowned as he took the envelope, noting the lack of a return address. He opened it to find a letter and a photograph of Grace entering a clinic. The letter read:"Adrian, a
Grace sat in a dimly lit room, her hands and feet bound, her body aching from the ordeal. Margaret’s voice echoed in her mind, cold and calculating.“You think you’re special, don’t you?” Margaret had sneered earlier. “Adrian doesn’t deserve someone like you. And I won’t let you ruin my plans for Benson.”Grace struggled against her restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. She thought of Adrian, of their love, and of their unborn child. She had to stay strong—for them.Adrian paced the floor of his study, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. His phone buzzed incessantly with updates from private investigators, but none of the leads panned out.“She’s gone,” Adrian whispered, his voice breaking. He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering papers. “How can someone vanish like this?”Fredrick, his trusted friend, placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll find her, Adrian. Margaret can’t hide forever.”Adrian clenched his jaw. “She’s trying to destroy everything I’ve built—everything I love. I
Margret sat in her grand living room, her fingers drumming against the armrest as she surveyed the photo of the young woman she had selected for Adrian. The girl was from a prominent family, well-bred, elegant, and everything Margret believed Grace was not.“This is the kind of woman Adrian should marry,” she muttered to herself. “Not some nobody with a child who threatens everything I’ve worked for.”Her assistant entered the room hesitantly. “Ma’am, should I make arrangements to introduce her to Mr. Adrian?”Margret nodded. “Yes. And ensure the encounter seems natural. He must think it’s his idea.”The following day, Margret invited Adrian over for lunch, insisting it was just a casual family gathering. When Adrian arrived, he was surprised to find a young woman seated at the table.“Adrian, this is Victoria,” Margret said with a warm smile. “She’s the daughter of an old friend of mine. I thought you two might enjoy talking.”Adrian raised an eyebrow, sensing his stepmother’s intent
Days turned into weeks, and Adrian’s life continued in a blur of obligations and meaningless conversations with Victoria. Despite the grand wedding, the mansion full of guests, and the lavish lifestyle, Adrian could not shake the emptiness gnawing at him.Every corner of the house seemed to echo Grace’s absence. Her laughter, her touch, the warmth she had brought into his life—all of it was gone, and in its place, he was left with a hollow void.One evening, after another tense dinner with Victoria, Adrian retreated to his study. He needed to be alone, to think, but there was no clarity. The constant feeling of regret consumed him.He opened the drawer where he had kept Grace’s things—her favorite necklace, a handwritten note she had left for him before leaving the country, a photo of the two of them smiling, carefree, before everything had spiraled out of control.Adrian picked up the note, his fingers trembling as he read it for the hundredth time:“Adrian, I’ve always believed in y
Adrian stood there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He had given her his heart, laid bare his regret, but now it was out of his hands. He had to trust that Grace would make her decision in her own time, but the uncertainty gnawed at him. Every second felt like a lifetime, and he couldn’t escape the feeling that, despite his best efforts, the odds were still stacked against him.Hours passed, the sky darkened, and Adrian remained outside her apartment, unable to pull himself away. He thought about the journey that had led him here—his reckless choices, his pride, his failure to see what really mattered. The love of his life had walked away from him once, and now it was up to him to prove that he was worthy of her love once more.Inside, Grace sat by the window, staring out at the city skyline, the lights casting a soft glow in the darkness. She hadn’t moved since Adrian left. Her thoughts swirled, conflicted. She had missed him in ways she
A few days after Max’s visit, Grace felt like she was starting to regain a sense of control over her life. She still hadn’t fully made up her mind about Adrian—her heart ached with the memories of their time together, but the walls she’d built around herself were still high. Max’s presence had been a comfort, and for the first time in ages, she didn’t feel so alone. He had always been the one person who could make her laugh and bring out the parts of her that Adrian, in his own way, had never understood.Meanwhile, Adrian’s patience was beginning to wear thin. He had been spending days outside Grace’s apartment, hoping she would eventually come to him and open her heart. But when he learned that Max had been spending time with Grace—suddenly reappearing in her life after all these years—he couldn’t ignore the sense of jealousy that was building up inside him.Adrian had always been a man used to getting what he wanted. In the past, he had never faced much resistance when pursuing some
Max had always been there for Grace—by her side through every challenge, every triumph. Over the years, their friendship had grown deeper, and their bond felt inseparable. But what Grace never realized was that Max’s feelings for her had shifted, quietly, over time. What had started as pure friendship had slowly evolved into something more, something he could no longer ignore.It started during their sophomore year. There had been a day in the library when Grace, stressed over an upcoming exam, had turned to Max for help. She had been wearing a simple blue sweater, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and to anyone else, she might have seemed distracted or frazzled. But to Max, she was the most beautiful thing in the room. Her presence, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was deep in thought, her warm smile when she glanced up at him—it all seemed to stir something in him that he hadn’t expected.That evening, as they studied together in their usual corner of the
When Max first found out about Grace’s marriage to Adrian, a wave of frustration and disbelief hit him like a tidal wave. His stomach churned with the heaviness of the news, and for a moment, it felt like everything he had worked for—the sacrifices, the distance, the years spent trying to build himself into the man he wanted to be—had been for nothing.He had imagined the day he would return to Grace a thousand times. He would confess everything, tell her how he felt, and they would finally be together. But now, standing on the outside of her life, that dream seemed impossible. Grace, the one person he had always cared about, had moved on without him, made a life for herself with someone else.Max’s mind raced. How could I have been so blind? He had spent years convincing himself that there was always time, that there would be a right moment to come back for her. But now, he could only think of Adrian—the man who had taken the place he had always dreamed of holding. A sharp pang of je
Margaret paced back and forth in her lavish bedroom, her hands clenched into fists. She hadn’t expected Benson to react so strongly, he had always trusted her, always done as she said. But now, he was slipping away, and she couldn’t afford that. Not when she was so close to securing everything.She took a deep breath and sat on the edge of her bed, her mind racing. She needed to regain control. If Benson turned against her, she’d lose everything she had fought for. And Derrick? That fool was getting greedier by the day.Margaret grabbed her phone and dialed Derrick’s number. He picked up almost immediately, his voice laced with irritation.“What do you want, Margaret?”She smiled coldly. “To make you an offer.”There was a pause before Derrick let out a low chuckle. “An offer? You must be desperate.”Margaret’s smile didn’t falter. “Listen, Derrick. You and I both know we need each other. If you keep your mouth shut about Benson’s true parentage, I’ll make sure you get a fair share of
Benson’s blood boiled as Derrick turned to leave, the smirk still playing on his lips. His entire life had been a lie, and now the man who was supposed to be his father was treating him like a mere business transaction. The anger he had been holding in finally exploded.“You think you can just walk away after dropping that bombshell?” Benson snarled, stepping toward Derrick. “You let me grow up thinking I was William’s son, and now you want to blackmail us for money? You abandoned me! You never once tried to be my father!”Derrick scoffed, turning back to face him. “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Benson. You had a better life under William than you ever would have had with me. I did you a favor.”Benson’s fists clenched. “A favor? You let me live a lie! Do you have any idea what it’s like to think you belong somewhere, only to find out you were never meant to be there in the first place?”Derrick rolled his eyes. “You’re acting like a child. Grow up, Benson. Life isn’t fair.”That was th
Margaret and Benson had barely spent a day mourning before their greed took over. With Mr. Williams gone, they wasted no time in discussing how to divide his vast empire.Sitting in the grand living room of the Williams estate, Margaret leaned back in her chair with a triumphant smirk. “Now that he’s gone, it’s time to claim what’s rightfully ours,” she said, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. “Benson, my dear, we will split the business equally. We have worked too hard to let Adrian take everything.”Benson nodded eagerly, his eyes gleaming with ambition. “Finally, we don’t have to sneak around anymore. Everything will be under our control. Adrian can fight all he wants, but we have already won.”Their conversation was interrupted by an unexpected visitor, Mr. Williams’ lawyer. The moment he stepped in, the air grew tense. He had rushed over as soon as he heard about Williams’ death, but not to pay respects. He had his own selfish motives.“Margaret,” he greeted, his to
Adrian’s phone buzzed incessantly as he stood outside his father’s ICU room, his heart torn between his concern for his father and the urgent call from his company. He answered reluctantly, his voice clipped.“What is it?” he snapped.The voice on the other end sounded frantic. “Sir, there’s been a breach in our security system. Sensitive files have been accessed, and we suspect it’s sabotage.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. This was the worst possible time for such chaos, but he couldn’t ignore the call. His father had taught him to be a vigilant leader, and he wouldn’t let the company suffer because of his personal struggles.“I’ll be there shortly,” he said, ending the call. With a quick glance at the ICU door, he muttered, “Hang in there, Dad. I’ll fix this and be back soon.”Margaret and Benson, who had been hovering nearby, watched him leave with a mixture of relief and wariness.“Finally, he’s gone,” Margaret hissed under her breath, turning to Benson. “But what if he finds a way to b
Margaret’s fingers tightened around her glass as she listened to the lawyer’s words. She’d always known him to be smooth, calculating, but this—this was a different side of him, one she hadn’t expected.“You’re asking about the shares now?” The lawyer’s voice was low and insistent, laced with a touch of greed that made Margaret’s skin crawl. “What’s in it for me? If the old man doesn’t wake up—what happens to the property? The business?”Margaret’s face hardened, and her lips curled into a thin, controlled smile. “You’ll get what you were promised. But that’s after we’re done with Adrian. I’m the one who will inherit everything. Not you.”The lawyer leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing in response to her cold tone. “We both know you can’t handle it on your own. You need someone with influence and power. The kind of power that comes with—”“Enough,” Margaret snapped, her voice rising slightly. She slammed her glass onto the table, and the lawyer faltered for a moment. “This was
Benson paced the room anxiously, his mind racing. Margaret sat in her plush armchair, her face painted with a mix of frustration and dread. The walls of her luxurious bedroom felt more like a prison as they contemplated their next move.“We have no choice, Margaret,” Benson said, his voice low but insistent. “If we wait for him to make Adrian the heir officially, we’re done. Everything he’s built, everything we’ve worked for, will be his. And you and I—what will we have left?”Margaret leaned back, her fingers pressed against her temple. “You think I don’t know that?” she snapped. “But killing him? That’s a step too far. People will ask questions. Adrian will ask questions.”Benson smirked bitterly. “Questions won’t matter if there’s no clear heir. Without a finalized will, the entire estate will be in legal limbo. That gives us time to take control—either by manipulating the board or ensuring Adrian can’t fight back.”Margaret’s silence spoke volumes. Benson crouched down beside her,
Mr. Williams sat in the grand library of the family mansion, surrounded by walls lined with centuries-old books. The soft glow of the evening sun poured in through the large windows, casting a golden hue over the room. He held a cigar in one hand, his other hand resting on a folder filled with reports about Adrian’s recent achievements. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he thought about his son.For years, Mr. Williams had doubted if any of his children could truly handle the weight of the family legacy. He had worked tirelessly to build the Williams empire, turning it into one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. But he had always worried that the next generation might squander what he had built.Margaret and Benson, though ambitious, had shown their true colors. Their endless scheming and underhanded tactics made it clear they cared more about personal gain than the family’s future. But Adrian... Adrian was different. Despite all the challenges and betrayals he
Margaret, Adrian’s stepmother, had always played the role of the gracious and doting matriarch in public. Behind closed doors, however, she was calculating and ruthless, a woman who had spent years resenting Adrian for being the rightful heir to the family fortune. Her own son, Benson, had always been her pride, and she believed it was his birthright to inherit the wealth and power Adrian now held.Sitting in her private lounge, Margaret gazed out the window with a glass of bourbon in hand. Benson sat across from her, flipping through a folder of financial documents and scowling.“Mother,” Benson said, slamming the folder shut, “this isn’t working fast enough. Adrian is resilient, and as long as he still has his company, he’ll always bounce back.”Margaret turned to him, her expression sharp. “Then we’ll have to hit him where it hurts most. If we can’t outmaneuver him, we’ll destroy him.”Benson frowned. “How? We’ve tried isolating him from allies, planting rumors, and even sabotaging
The following days were filled with an unsettling silence between Grace and Adrian. He had given her space as she requested, but that didn’t mean he had given up. Grace could feel his lingering presence in the house, the way his eyes followed her when they crossed paths, full of emotions he refused to voice. It made her chest tighten, but she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him just yet. She wasn’t ready.Meanwhile, Max remained close, offering quiet support without pushing her. He had always been good at that—knowing when to speak and when to simply be there. She met him a few times for coffee, their conversations light but comforting. Max never pressured her, never told her what to do, but Grace could see the hope in his eyes. He wanted her to see him—not just as a friend, but as the man who had always loved her.But Grace wasn’t sure she was ready to accept that.One evening, as she sat on the balcony, staring out at the city lights, Adrian stepped outside and joined her. He didn