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 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
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 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
Margaret fell to her knees before Mr. Williams, her hands trembling as she reached out toward him. Tears streamed down her face, smudging her perfectly applied makeup."William… please… I was blinded by fear! I thought you would throw me and my son away! I only did what I had to do to protect my family!"Mr. Williams’ gaze was cold, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Family?” he repeated bitterly. “You tried to kill me. You schemed, lied, and betrayed me. And now, you speak of family?”Margaret sobbed harder, gripping the hem of his coat. “I swear, I never wanted it to go this far! It was all Benson! He convinced me—”Adrian scoffed from behind. “Oh, so now you're throwing your own son under the bus? How motherly of you.”Margaret spun around, wild desperation in her eyes. She grabbed Benson’s hand forcefully. "Tell them! Tell them, my son, that I only wanted what was best for you! That everything I did was for you!"Benson yanked his hand away, stepping back. His lips trembled, and
Later that evening, as the tension in the house began to ease, Mr. Williams and Adrian sat in the study, both nursing their drinks in a rare moment of quiet. The flickering fireplace cast warm golden hues across the room, softening the edges of a long and exhausting day.Mr. Williams studied his son carefully, noting the exhaustion in his posture, the lines of stress that hadn’t quite faded from his face. He had missed out on so much—missed out on truly knowing Adrian as a man.With a deep breath, he placed his glass down and turned to Adrian with a small, sincere smile. “Adrian, I’d like you to bring your wife over for dinner.”Adrian, who had been lost in his own thoughts, blinked in surprise. “Grace?”Mr. Williams chuckled. “Do you have another wife I don’t know about?”Adrian smirked, shaking his head. “No, but… why the sudden interest?”His father sighed, leaning back into his chair. “Because I want to do better. I want to know the woman you love, the woman who stands by you. And
For the first time in months, Adrian stepped through the front door of his home feeling lighter than he had in a long time. The weight that had been pressing on his shoulders, the constant burden of betrayal, grief, and responsibility, had finally eased.Grace, who had been sitting on the couch reading a book, looked up the moment she heard him walk in. At first glance, she could tell something was different. There was no stiffness in his posture, no tension in his jaw. Instead, there was a calmness in his eyes, a rare serenity that she hadn’t seen in him for a long time.Setting the book down, she stood up and walked toward him. “You look… happy,” she said softly, tilting her head in curiosity.Adrian let out a deep sigh, one that almost sounded like relief, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. “I am.”Grace blinked in surprise. “Did something happen?”Adrian pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes, his lips curving into a small but genuine smile. “
Just as Adrian and Grace were preparing to leave, Harriet, the housekeeper, suddenly stepped forward. Her expression was calm but firm as she cleared her throat."Mrs. Grace, before you go... I wanted to let you know that I’m resigning."Silence fell over the room.Mr. Williams raised an eyebrow. "Resigning? Why so suddenly, Harriet? You've been with this household for years."Harriet glanced at Grace before bowing slightly. "I’ve fulfilled my duty."Adrian’s brows furrowed in confusion. "What duty?"Harriet turned to him, but it was Grace who answered."She was working for me," Grace admitted, her voice calm yet firm.Everyone, including Adrian, stared at her in disbelief."What?" Adrian asked, his eyes widening.Harriet nodded. "Mrs. Grace has been the one ensuring that Margaret and Benson were watched. I was following her instructions all along."Mr. Williams looked between Grace and Harriet, his expression unreadable. "Are you telling me that you were the one keeping tabs on Marga
The Williams estate had never looked so magnificent. Golden lanterns lined the garden pathways, casting a warm glow as the grand celebration unfolded. A cool evening breeze carried the scent of fresh roses and jasmine, blending with the melodies of a live orchestra playing in the background. Guests dressed in the finest attire mingled, their glasses clinking in joyous toasts.This was a night of celebration—not just for wealth and success, but for truth, redemption, and love.At the heart of the event, Mr. William stood beside Grace, his eyes gleaming with pride as he raised a glass to address the guests.“Tonight, we honor not just a lost daughter, but a strong woman who fought for her place in this family. Grace, my child, welcome home.”Applause erupted. Grace swallowed the lump in her throat, overwhelmed by the acceptance she had craved all her life. She glanced at Adrian, who gave her an encouraging nod, his hand firmly holding hers.She stepped forward, her voice steady but emot
As the night continued, laughter and celebration filled the air. Grace basked in the warmth of her newfound family, unaware of the danger lurking just outside the estate.Diana stood in the shadows, her eyes never leaving Grace. She held the USB drive tightly in her palm, her mind racing through her plan. She had spent weeks gathering fabricated evidence, working with her accomplice to create a scandal that would ruin Grace’s image before she could fully settle into her new life.Beside her, the mysterious man smirked. “Are you sure you want to do this now? She’s got a lot of support.”Diana’s lips curled into a sinister grin. “That’s exactly why we have to do it now. The higher she climbs, the harder she’ll fall.”Inside the grand ballroom, Grace felt a vibration against her palm. She glanced down at her phone and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen.Frowning, she excused herself from the crowd and stepped onto the balcony, pressing the phone to her ear.“Hello?”A deep voic
The night was eerily silent as Adrian and Grace arrived at the old estate. The grand mansion, once filled with warmth and laughter, now stood as a dark shadow of its past. The wind howled through the broken windows, sending an unsettling chill down Grace’s spine.Adrian squeezed her hand. “Stay close to me. If anything seems off, we leave.”Grace nodded, her heart pounding. She had spent so long uncovering the truth, and now, she was moments away from facing the woman who had tormented her family.They pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. The grand hall was dimly lit by flickering chandeliers, their light barely piercing the darkness. At the far end, a lone figure stood—Margret.She turned slowly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “You actually came. I knew you would.”Adrian took a step forward, his eyes locked on her. “Cut the games, Margret. You wanted us here. Now talk.”Margret let out a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You think you’ve won, don’t
As the night of celebration came to an end, Grace and Adrian returned home, unaware of the dark clouds gathering around them. Grace, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions, settled into Adrian’s arms."Tonight was perfect," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.Adrian smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It was, but we both know peace never lasts long with people like Benson and Margret lurking around."Grace sighed. "I just wish, for once, they’d let us live our lives."Adrian tightened his hold around her. "Whatever they’re planning, we’ll face it together."Meanwhile, Benson was far from done. He stormed into Margret’s suite, his jaw tight with frustration."What the hell were you thinking, siding with those men? Do you even realize the mess you’re dragging me into?"Margret remained calm, sipping her wine. "I know exactly what I’m doing, Benson. You’re the one who doesn’t understand the game."Benson’s eyes darkened. "You still think you can outsmart Adrian an
That evening, Grace arrived at the dimly lit café where Brenda had asked to meet her. The air was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but Grace had no appetite for it—her instincts screamed that something was off.Brenda was already seated in a corner booth, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. When she saw Grace, her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes held something unreadable."You actually came," Brenda murmured, gesturing for Grace to sit.Grace slid into the seat, keeping her posture guarded. "You said you had something to tell me."Brenda sighed dramatically. "Oh, Grace, you have no idea what’s been happening behind your back. Your so-called family? They were never looking for you. They were looking for someone they could control. That’s why I—"She stopped abruptly, catching herself.Grace narrowed her eyes. "You what, Brenda?"Brenda leaned forward, her expression suddenly desperate. "I was supposed to be the one. I was supposed to be their daughter, Grace. Bu
As the glamorous gala continued, the hall was filled with laughter, music, and celebration. Grace had finally found her true place—with a family that cherished her, a husband who adored her, and a life free of the deception that had tried to tear her down.But not everyone was happy.From the far end of the hall, a pair of eyes burned with resentment, watching Grace bask in her newfound happiness.The woman who had pretended to be the lost Lennox daughter—Clara—had been exposed, humiliated, and dragged away by the police just days before. However, her hatred for Grace had only intensified behind bars.And she wasn't the only one.At the back of the estate, where the celebration lights barely reached, a black car was parked discreetly. Inside, a figure sat in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently."She’s glowing like a damn queen," he muttered, watching Grace through a pair of binoculars. His face twisted with hatred. "That should have been Clara
The Lennox estate was no longer a place of peace—it had become a battlefield. Isabella wasted no time asserting herself as the "rightful" heir, basking in the attention and respect she believed she deserved. She walked through the grand halls like a queen, flashing a smug smile whenever she passed Grace.Eleanor, unable to accept this sudden revelation, grew withdrawn. She barely ate, and the sorrow in her eyes broke Alexander’s heart. Adrian, on the other hand, was restless. His gut told him something was wrong, and he wasn’t going to let Isabella’s smug face fool him.One evening, as Adrian sat in his office combing through the DNA reports again, something caught his eye."This doesn’t make sense," he murmured.The report bore the name of a reputable lab, but something about the formatting felt… off. He compared it to an old DNA report from the same lab and noticed slight inconsistencies in the font, structure, and signature placement.His heart pounded. Could Isabella have forged t
The room fell into an unbearable silence as Grace’s mind reeled with the truth. Her pulse was racing, her hands trembling. She looked at Eleanor, the woman claiming to be her mother, then at Alexander, who had a commanding presence that reminded her so much of Adrian’s father.“I don’t know what to say,” Grace admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Eleanor took a cautious step forward, her eyes desperate and hopeful. “I don’t expect you to accept this immediately, my love. I just want a chance. A chance to prove to you that I never stopped loving you.”Grace’s jaw clenched. “If you loved me so much, why didn’t you fight for me? Why did you let my grandmother raise me all these years while I struggled, thinking I had no one but her?”Eleanor’s tears spilled over. “I tried, Grace. Believe me, I tried. I searched for you for years, but your grandmother ensured that every trace of you was erased. She made sure that you would never find out about me, and by the time I discovered where
As Adrian left the prison, Margret slammed her fists against the table, seething with rage. She had counted on Adrian’s fear—his desperation to protect his family—to make him surrender. But now, she was trapped.Derrick entered, shaking his head. “You should have kept your mouth shut, Margret.”She shot him a glare. “I’m not done yet. There’s always another way.”Derrick sighed. “Not this time. Adrian already countered your blackmail. The legal team got ahead of the story, and William’s company released a statement proving all the shady deals were your doing, not Adrian’s.”Margret’s blood ran cold. “That’s impossible.”Derrick smirked. “William knew you’d try something like this. He had a contingency plan. Every illegal deal was traced back to you. You’re the only one facing charges.”Margret’s body slumped in the chair. “No… No, this isn’t how it was supposed to end.”Derrick leaned in, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Oh, but it is, Margret. You finally played your last card—