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
Grace nodded, her worry evident. "What kind of issue?"Adrian quickly scanned the details. The message revealed that a major security breach had occurred. Confidential project files were compromised, and it appeared to be an insider job. Worse, the stolen data had the potential to jeopardize a deal Adrian had been negotiating with an elite international partner—a collaboration poised to cement Giga Tech’s position as an industry leader."I need to go," Adrian said, his voice laced with determination. "This could undo everything we've worked for."Grace placed her hand over his. "Do what you need to do. I'll be here when you’re done."Adrian drove straight to the Giga Tech headquarters, his mind racing with possibilities. When he arrived, Olivia was already waiting for him in the conference room, a large screen displaying a map of the company’s server activity.“We’ve traced the breach to a suspicious login from one of our mid-level employees,” Olivia began, pointing to the screen. “Bu
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