Adrian was silent for a while, the first person he thought of consulting was Grace, he had learned to rely on her more lately. It was as if he was also falling in love with her but he was trying to shove the feelings away.
"Okay", he said, thanked Mr Richard and went back home.
That night, back at Grace’s apartment, Adrian sat down with her and shared the news.
"So, what’s the catch?" Grace asked, sensing his hesitation.
"I’ll be working for his son, doing all the work," Adrian explained. "But the credit will go to him. I won’t get recognition for it, and I’ll have to stay out of the spotlight. But the pay is good, and it’s a chance to rebuild."
Grace was silent for a moment before speaking carefully. “That sounds hard, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
Adrian nodded, his face etched with conflict. “Yeah. I don’t have many options. And this could be my chance to prove myself again.”
Grace placed a hand on his. "I believe in you. You can do this. Even in the shadows, you’ll find your way back."
The following morning, Adrian felt a shift in his life that he hadn’t expected. When he picked up the phone to call Richard Morgan, he was filled with a sense of purpose, a new determination that had been lacking for weeks. This job wasn’t glamorous, and it certainly wasn’t what he had envisioned for himself, but it was a chance. A chance to rebuild, to prove to himself that he was more than just his family’s legacy, more than just his name.
"Mr. Morgan," Adrian said, his voice steady. "I’m ready to start."
Richard’s voice on the other end was calm and professional. "Good. I’m glad you’ve made the decision. Come by my office this afternoon, and we’ll finalize the details."
Adrian hung up, a weight lifting off his shoulders. It was real now. The contract was set, the job was his, and for the first time in a long while, Adrian felt like he could see a way forward. He would be working behind the scenes, hidden from the public eye, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t about the fame anymore it was about survival, about clearing his name and proving that he still had value.
Later that afternoon, Adrian met with Richard at his office, where they finalized the terms of the job. The contract was clear: Adrian would work as the shadow to Richard’s son, handling all the day-to-day business while his son took all the credit. Adrian didn’t mind. He was here to prove his worth, and if staying out of the spotlight was what it took, then so be it.
Richard was kind enough to offer Adrian a place to stay, a better residential area than Grace’s apartment, but Adrian hesitated. He’d grown fond of staying with Grace. The quiet nights, the simple meals, and the way she had supported him without question it was something he hadn’t expected, but something he deeply appreciated.
"Grace, I have a place offered by Richard," Adrian told her later that evening as they sat together on the couch, the warm glow of the lamp casting soft shadows around them. "It’s a better area, much closer to where I’ll be working."
Grace looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "It’s a nice offer," she said slowly, "but I can’t leave my grandmother. She’s still recovering, and I don’t want to be far from her."
Adrian nodded, understanding her reluctance. "I get it. I don’t want to leave you either. How about this: I’ll rent the place out, but I’ll stay here with you for now. That way, I can still save up, and you’ll have the help you need with your grandmother."
Grace thought for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly, before she finally smiled. "That sounds like a good idea. But don’t feel like you have to stay here just because of me. I want you to take the opportunity."
"I want to," Adrian replied, his voice soft. "It’s not just about the opportunity. It’s about us. And I’m starting to realize I want to be here, with you."
Grace’s heart skipped a beat. She had grown attached to Adrian over the past few weeks, seeing a side of him that no one else had. He wasn’t the arrogant, entitled man he used to be; he was someone who had fallen hard, but was now determined to rise again. And somewhere in between helping him with his grandmother and seeing him fight to rebuild his life, Grace had started to care for him too—more than she had ever expected.
Over the next few days, Adrian moved into the new place Richard had arranged for him but kept most of his belongings at Grace’s apartment. They spent more time together, the boundaries between friendship and something more gradually blurring. Adrian found himself thinking about her constantly about how kind, strong, and unwavering she had been in his time of need. He’d come to rely on her in ways he never thought possible.
One evening, after a long day of work, Adrian returned to Grace’s apartment, exhausted but content. He found Grace sitting on the couch, reading a book. The familiar sense of peace settled over him as he joined her, taking a seat beside her.
"You look tired," Grace remarked, glancing up from her book with a concerned expression. "How was work today?"
"Busy," Adrian replied, rubbing his temples. "But productive. It feels good to be doing something again. Even if it’s in the background, it’s still something."
Grace smiled. "I’m proud of you. You’ve come a long way."
Adrian’s heart fluttered at her words. He looked at her, his voice low and sincere. "You’ve been there for me through everything, Grace. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you."
She reached out, gently placing her hand on his. "You’re not alone anymore, Adrian. You’ve got me. And you’ll get through this. I believe in you."
For a moment, the world seemed to pause, and Adrian felt a rush of emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time. He had been lost—broken and alone—but now, with Grace beside him, he felt like he had a reason to keep going. He didn’t need to prove himself to anyone but himself, and as long as he had people who believed in him, he would rebuild.
Slowly, almost as if unsure of what he was doing, Adrian leaned forward and kissed Grace. It was a soft kiss, gentle but full of meaning—a kiss that said everything he had been feeling but hadn’t yet been able to express. It was the start of something new between them, something that had been building quietly in the background as they spent more time together.
When they pulled apart, Grace smiled at him, her eyes warm. "I think we both needed that," she said softly.
Adrian chuckled, his heart lighter than it had been in months. "I think you’re right."
From that moment on, their relationship shifted. What had begun as an unexpected friendship had turned into something deeper, something neither of them had anticipated but both of them were willing to embrace. They were no longer just two people living in the same apartment, they were partners, supporting each other through the ups and downs of life.
Adrian’s job was going well. He found himself enjoying the work, even though he knew he was in the background. His contributions were making a difference, and that was enough for now. The money he earned was helping with Grace’s grandmother’s hospital bills, and it felt good to know that he was doing something meaningful again.
But Adrian wasn’t just working to pay the bills. He had bigger plans. He had always been interested in the tech industry, and with the money he was earning, he decided to start investing. It wasn’t much at first, just a small venture into stocks and shares, but it was a step in the right direction. Slowly but surely, he was building something for himself, something he could be proud of, even if no one knew the full extent of his work.
Two years had passed, and Adrian's life had transformed in ways he could never have imagined. Giga Tech, the company he had quietly build from the shadows, had grown exponentially. What had started as a small venture into the tech industry had become a force to be reckoned with, attracting attention from all corners of the business world. It wasn’t just a company, it was a revolution, reshaping the way people interacted with technology.
Adrian had kept his identity hidden, operating behind the scenes for the most part, allowing his team and the company’s public face to take the limelight. But the company had become far too big to remain in the background forever. Rumors swirled about the elusive CEO speculation that he was young, brilliant, and a mystery to the public. Some said he was a genius, others claimed he had been a prodigy, while others whispered that he had connections with the most powerful figures in the business world.
Benson Williams, now well into his early thirties and eager to prove his worth, had been following Giga Tech’s rise with growing envy. He was ambitious, driven by the desire to win his father’s favor and secure his place at the top of the Williams family legacy. To do that, he needed to align himself with powerful entities in the tech world. Giga Tech, with its meteoric rise, was a goldmine of potential.
When Benson learned that Giga Tech was open to collaborations with select companies, he jumped at the opportunity. He needed this alliance, both to gain leverage with his father and to increase his own stature in the business community. He heard rumors of a meeting with the CEO an invitation that, in his mind, was a rare chance to gain favor. It was whispered that if you could impress the CEO, the doors of the future tech world would open to you.
Benson was determined to make a lasting impression.
On the day of the meeting, Benson arrived at the sleek, high-tech headquarters of Giga Tech, a place that looked like something out of a science fiction movie. The building was a testament to innovation, with glass walls, smart lighting, and a futuristic design. He had never been to a place like this before, and it both intimidated and excited him.
He was escorted through the corridors, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had rehearsed his pitch a hundred times, knowing that this was a chance to make a significant mark in the tech world. The meeting room was impressive, glass walls that overlooked the city, modern furnishings, and a large table at the center.
Benson’s breath caught at the door and his steps halted when he saw the man seated on the CEO's seat was his rejected and outcast half-brother, Adrian.
Benson froze, his confident demeanor faltering as his eyes locked onto Adrian, who sat with an air of calm authority. Adrian was no longer the man Benson had dismissed and humiliated. He was poised, self-assured, and commanding in his tailored suit. The years had transformed him into a figure Benson hardly recognized."Adrian," Benson finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper, a mix of disbelief and dread evident in his tone.Adrian leaned back in his chair, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Hello, Benson," he said smoothly, his voice steady and unyielding. "I see you’ve found your way here. Please, take a seat."Benson hesitated but eventually complied, his mind racing. How could this be? How had Adrian, the brother he and his family had cast aside, risen to such a position of power? And more importantly, why hadn’t anyone warned him?As Benson sat, Adrian’s piercing gaze never left him. "I imagine this isn’t what you expected," Adrian continued, his tone neutral y
1,993 / 3,000Chapter 8Adrian sat in his sleek office overlooking the city skyline, his thoughts racing as he processed the latest piece of information his private investigator had uncovered. It was no surprise that Benson, his half-brother, was working against him. Adrian had expected as much. Benson’s ego would never allow him to acknowledge Adrian’s success, let alone admit to their father, Richard, that the estranged son he had cast aside was now a rising titan in the tech industry.What Adrian hadn’t anticipated was Richard’s sudden interest in Giga Tech. According to the report, his father had quietly launched an investigation into the company’s origins and leadership. Adrian leaned back in his chair, a grim smile tugging at his lips. So, the old man is curious, is he?He couldn’t afford to let his guard down. Richard’s influence in the industry was unparalleled, and if he discovered Adrian’s identity, it would trigger a storm unlike any other. Adrian’s past would become ammuni
Adrian knew that his rise to the pinnacle of the tech industry required more than innovation and ambition. His reputation was his most valuable asset, and it had been tainted by the lies Benson had spread years ago. If he wanted to solidify his position and expand Giga Tech’s influence globally, he needed to address the skeletons in his closet, starting with clearing his name.Adrian decided to begin his quest at the places where his past was most entangled: the bar and the hotel he had frequented during his younger, more turbulent years. These places held memories, some bitter, others crucial to uncovering the truth. He suspected that Benson had manipulated people from these venues to fabricate evidence against him or cover up his own misdeeds.Adrian visited the bar late one evening, blending into the dimly lit atmosphere. He recognized a few familiar faces, including a bartender named Leo who had worked there for years. Leo was one of the few people Adrian trusted during his troubl
The days following Adrian’s event were a whirlwind of repercussions. Benson’s disgrace had sent shockwaves through the Williams family and the business world. But no one felt the weight of the revelations more deeply than Richard Williams.Sitting in his grand study, the faint glow of a dying fireplace reflected the turmoil in his heart. The grandeur of his estate, the symbols of power and success that had defined his life, now seemed hollow. The truth about Benson’s deceit and the undeniable brilliance of Adrian left Richard consumed by guilt and regret.For years, he had sided with Benson, his arrogance blinding him to Adrian’s worth. He had cut Adrian off when he needed him most, trusting the wrong son, and now he was paying the price. Benson’s shares in Williams Corp had already been revoked—Richard’s first act of retribution for the disgrace his younger son had brought upon their name.Richard poured himself a glass of whiskey, staring into the amber liquid as though it held the
The wedding venue was a picturesque paradise adorned with cascading flowers, glittering chandeliers, and a sense of joyous anticipation. Grace was set to arrive in a vintage car that matched the theme, but unbeknownst to everyone, her journey to the venue was intercepted by Adrian’s vengeful ex-girlfriend, Vanessa.Vanessa had gone to great lengths to orchestrate her plan. She hired a team of mercenaries who were loyal to her for the right price, and they executed her orders with precision. As Grace’s car neared a secluded section of the route, a black SUV blocked their path. Before Grace’s driver could react, masked men emerged, dragging Grace from the car and whisking her away.Adrian was pacing at the altar, glancing at his watch and wondering why Grace was late. His heart raced when Olivia, his trusted advisor, approached him with a pale face.“She’s been taken,” Olivia whispered urgently, showing him a grainy image sent anonymously to her phone—a picture of Grace bound and blindf
Mr. Williams sat alone in his vast study, the room dimly lit by the glow of a solitary desk lamp. He stared at the family portrait on the wall, one taken years ago when Adrian was just a young boy. His heart ached as he recalled the times he had dismissed Adrian, blinded by Benson’s manipulative charm and his own stubborn pride. Now, after Adrian’s spectacular rise and the revelations about Benson’s treachery, Mr. Williams knew he had to make amends.But how?Adrian had become a titan in his own right, respected and admired by the elite. He didn’t need his father anymore—not financially, not emotionally. Mr. Williams knew that every move he made now had to be measured and sincere. There was no room for error.He started small, sending Adrian a congratulatory letter after the event where Adrian had exposed Benson. It was a heartfelt note, acknowledging his past mistakes and expressing pride in Adrian’s achievements.To his relief, Adrian didn’t reject the gesture outright. A simple “Th
Adrian leaned back in his chair, the gentle hum of his private jet filling the cabin as he watched Grace flipping through a travel magazine. Her smile lit up the room, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful for her presence in his life. After all they’d been through—family betrayals, false accusations, and near-catastrophic events—they finally had a moment to breathe.“Diani beaches,” Adrian said, savoring the name. “I hear it’s paradise on Earth.”Grace chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It certainly looks like it. White sandy beaches, turquoise waters, and nothing but peace and quiet. Exactly what we need.”Adrian reached out, taking her hand in his. “It’s long overdue. You’ve stood by me through everything, Grace. This is my way of giving us the honeymoon we missed and showing you how much you mean to me.”Grace squeezed his hand, her voice soft. “You’ve already shown me, Adrian. But I won’t say no to a few days of spoiling.”As the plane soared through the clouds,
The aftermath of Vanessa's scheme left Adrian and Grace’s relationship shaken. Grace was furious, not just at Vanessa, but at Adrian for what she saw as his inability to handle his past properly. The thought of Vanessa disrupting their peace yet again was too much for her to bear.Back in their villa, Grace paced the room, her arms crossed. Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his voice weary."Grace, please," he pleaded. "You have to believe me. I didn’t know she would follow us here. I’ve been doing everything I can to get rid of her."Grace stopped and turned, her eyes blazing with anger. "That’s exactly the problem, Adrian! You didn’t know! How could you not anticipate this? After everything she’s done, how could you let your guard down?"Adrian stood, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didn’t let my guard down, Grace. I can’t control what Vanessa does! She’s obsessed—""And you’re letting her obsession ruin us!" Grace interrupted, her voice br
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