Adam's POV
Anabelle's words were jarring.
'You're just as selfish as father'
"Selfish?" I hissed, storming towards the mirror. "I had stayed away because I didn't want to be selfish, dammit! I had stayed away because I didn't want to be like you!"
The reflection that stared back at me was his face. The hair. The eyes. It was all my father's!
"I have lived everyday, every single day, trying not to live like you did! And yet I cannot escape you! I can never escape you, you bastard!"
I could swear he grinned at me. He must be feeling so fucking triumphant. He'd passed his stupid legacy to me and here I was suffering for it all! I wanted a woman that wasn't mine. That wouldn't be mine! I wanted her with a madness that consumed me yet I stayed away.
But she waited. Anabelle said she waited for me. For me.
Eve's POV"No," I replied, trembling as I tried to keep still. It was way too early to be on the phone.It was five in the morning. Tom was asleep in bed, he had come home late last night as usual. I tried to sneak out of the bed quietly. Left undisturbed he ought to sleep for at least an hour more. The phone vibrated in my hands and I clutched it tightly, sneaking out of the bedroom. Only when I was in the kitchen did I allow myself to breathe easy."Why," it was a simple straight and direct question and yet it made me giggle. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible as I texted back a reply."It's early. Tom's still around. I can't call now Adam,""When can you!?"Another giggle and I could feel the sensible part of myself glaring daggers at me. What the heck was wrong with me? Oh who
Adam's POV"I'm sorry," I muttered over and over, ignoring the squeeze in my chest. The ache that deepened and spread to every fiber of my body.I hadn't expected to hear her cry. She sounded so weak. So fragile."I'm sorry baby,"That only made her cry harder and I felt like a jackass. I was in the office, ready for another day of work. But hell I had been excited since when I'd woken up. Of course it had been crazy to think that I could call her that early. But that was the problem. I hadn't been thinking. Once she'd texted back, I'd just wanted to hear her voice as soon as possible.It had been hell waiting. It was past nine and yet it felt like I had waited for a long long time. And though hearing her voice was worth the wait, I wish she wasn't so sad."I should have called. I know. I'm sorry. I have n
Adam's POVMy phone buzzed for the hundredth time that morning. It was barely eleven in the morning and after spending the first three hours of work stuck in my office appending signatures on certain charity donations, after the messy bit with Madeline and John two years ago, I'd made sure all payments connected to the company were appended by me.I didn't want to wake up to see half the money in my accounts gone due to some negligence of some sort."And here are the designs,"I looked up at the projected screen to see a couple of designs flipping on the screen. Here I was again, stuck in another meeting with my damned phone buzzing like crazy.Why had I taken it in the first place? I fished out the device from my chest pocket to see who kept sending the messages. I had taken the phone in for one reason only.
Tom’s POV“That went quite well didn’t it?” Finn grinned as he slid into the driver’s seat. I glanced at the burly men, lined with tattoos , staring straight at us with their brow twisted as if it were going to start a tango any minute.This was the organization he had been ranting about.“Seven hundred thousand in the bag, fine business isn’t it?” He chuckled, tossing the suitcase they had handed him to the backseat. I heard it hit the chair with a thump and grinned.“Very fine business,”We drove out of the sideway and cruised down the road until Finn found a club and parked right there. I groaned, shaking my head.“It’s late man,”“Yeah exactly why the club is perfect,” The sleazy man
Adam’s POV“I’m sorry Mr Stone,” Tom’s secretary mumbled as she got off the phone with her boss. She looked like she would burst into tears anytime soon.Poor woman, Harrison must have insulted her or said something hurtful. Just when I wanted to see the bastard in another light, he proved over and over that he was a damned pig and he deserved to be treated just as so. “Mr Harrison is on his way.”I didn’t have time for that. I had been around the area that morning for a meeting and thought it would be good enough to drop by. We hadn’t concluded on the inauguration of the mall that was soon to happen.I stood before his secretary on his top floor with Matt behind me. I had hoped for a quick exchange and then I could go on about my activities for the day.I had to give him credit, the mall did turn out beautiful. An
Madeline's POVShit!The dial tone reached my ears and I seethed, grinding my teeth. The woman was definitely snubbing my calls. I glared at the device, trying to breathe through the voices that laughed in my head."Isabella Stone," I growled, as the call rang."Pick up the damned phone!"She didn't. After the whole issue with that crazy bitch of a reporter, she had been avoiding me for a long while. And here I had thought she would stick to my side like she had before.Deceit. She had deceived me. The damned woman was so fickle minded! Hadn't she assured me that she understood my plight when I had seen her the last time. Hadn't she made it seem like she would never, could never hate me?Then why the hell couldn't I get in through her damned gates!&nbs
Author's POVThe day had started beautifully for Micheal Hamilton. He had finished a job the night before, had a nice sandwich that morning and had been on his way to see Isabella Stone when he had seen a rather familiar car, parked outside her gate.He had stalked Madeline Black enough to know what car she drove and the plate numbers behind them. It was an old habit that came to life. Stalking. And he was so darned good at it that the person being stalked never had a clue that they were. "Well, isn't this just perfect?" He muttered with a grin. He had been looking for a much more natural way to meet her. A way that wouldn't draw suspicion towards him and yet would get him what he wanted.Closer to Madeline Black.He adjusted his cargo pants and top he wore, nodded at the thought that he looked good. At least he had checked the mir
AUTHOR’S POVIf I lose Adam Stone, I lose everything!Madeline’s words rang loud in John’s head. They lived rent free ever since the call they had all but twenty minutes ago.John sat in his computer room, the lights were dim, the only bright lights were the ones reflecting off the computer screens, pictures of Madeline flooded the screens and he stared at them, desperately trying to make a connection. Any connection, no matter how small.It was slowly approaching noon. The sun was brighter beyond the walls of John’s apartment, but he couldn’t care much. Not after that call with Madeline.“Bitch is getting impatient,” He scoffed, rubbing his forehead. And he couldn’t ferret any more secrets she could be hiding. He had tried. He had spent the past days doing nothing.“Damm
Eve's POV"Madam?!"Ah crap. I snuggled deeper into my husband's arm, wishing Nuren would disappear. Why on earth was she at our door?!"Madam?! Madam you have to wake up!"No I do not!"No she does not!" Adam yelled groggily, hugging me tighter. He must be mad at her for running our sleep as well."But she has to!" Nuren said stubbornly."Ignore her," I mumbled to him, running my hands over his skin.He hummed in response. "It's a fucking Saturday. We ought to be allowed to sleep in,""Not like
Eve's POVGolden.He was all I could see. All I could feel. His scent drove me heady and aching with desire. I gripped the counter, hanging on, waiting, anticipating.Cold air whipped against my exposed skin as he yanked down the dress and tossed it aside. His breathing was ragged as he trailed kisses down my arched back, to my ass.He let out a hiss, smacking the cheeks, sending painful thrills up my spine and down to my pussy."Adam," I moaned, pushing against him. "Oh please, please."‘Ah fuck, I love it when you beg," he mumured huskily, giving me another smack. Heat pooled between my thighs and my juices spilled down my thighs. Another smack and soon he had me writhing and mewling begging him to give me what I wanted. What we both wanted."So fucking eage
Adam's POVI watched Eve walk side by side with her mother on the patio. It had taken a great deal of work and patience to convince her mother to come. I had to send the video of Tom molesting Eve to her and that seemed to change everything.That seemed to reveal the truth.They seemed fine now, happy.They had hugged and held each other for hours, weeping buckets while I stood there watching. It tore me to bits, seeing her cry. But she needed it. I knew that."You did good," Mother said, joining me on the balcony where I stood. "I'm sure you've made her very happy.""Thank you mother," I murmured while taking a sip from my brandy. "That was the goal.""Oh," my mother arched her brow in a manner that told me she had something else to say. "And the goal
Eve's POV"Wake up Eve,"A pair of lips teased and tickled my ears. I moaned, melting deeper against his touch. His very familiar touch."Mhmm," I purred, moaning softly as his hands stroked my arm."Are you up, my pet?"Oh I was . I was now. I had spent the past few days in Adam's arms.But as much as I enjoyed his presence,I feared that it would all end. I tried to push away those thoughts, telling myself that I was just being paranoid.As I opened my eyes, I saw his face looming over me, a smile playing on his lips. It sent a shiver down my spine and a soft sigh slipped from my lips. Adam leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with desire. The air between us crackled with tension.“Hey,” I whispered.“He
Eve's POVAdam drove us down to his house. Nuren had cried her eyes out when he had announced to everyone else that he was taking me with him. With the way she had cried, you would think Adam was carting me off all the way to the moon. But I was sure she was only too happy for me.The drive was quiet. And yet it felt so... Peaceful. The days after the incident at the warehouse had felt like that. Slow and peaceful and it was good.In the meantime.His house... Scratch that, his mansion was huge!The gate creaked open as we approached, revealing a long driveway lined with blooming cherry blossom trees. The mansion loomed ahead, its grandeur taking my breath away. Adam guided the car to a stop in front of the massive oak doors, and I stepped out, feeling small against the backdrop of opulence.“I thought y
Adam's POVFour days. They passed by in a blur. I couldn't remember much about what happened, but I could remember how I felt every single second.Afraid. Terrified. Devastated. Nothing had prepared me for what I had seen. Nothing had prepared me to lose Eve.When Tom had shot her, I was pretty sure I went mad. It had taken Micheal and the police to pry me off a bloodied Tom by the time I was done. The ambulance took its damned sweet time to arrive so while I called the pilot to the private jet, Micheal had checked her wound and helped do first aid. And I had held her in my arms on the flight home.Pale. She grew pale rapidly. Her pretty skin had lost its color until she looked so drained it terrified the shit out of me.I could feel the weight of her in my arms, her breath shallow and weak against my chest. Panic surged thr
Author's POVWell duty called.Micheal Hamilton sped down the road that led outside New York city, a happy grin on his face. One would think he was on his way to attend a freaking birthday party with how excited he looked."Will you stop grinning like that?" Adam who sat in the passenger seat said with a concerned look. "It's fucking creepy man."Micheal chuckled and took a sharp turn at the same time, earning a glare from his best friend. It had been a while since they left Isabella Stone mansion and frankly he had expected Adam to rain down his questions.Instead, his best friend behaved as typical as anyone would expect Adam Stone to. He sat in the passenger seat quietly, occasionally glancing at him. If Micheal had to guess , he would say Adam was trying to connect the dots and figure out who or what he was exactly. 
Adam's POV"Your mother says, your little miss Eve is hanging around somewhere,"Those were the first words Micheal said when I met him at the gate. He had the damned cocky grin on his face as if something permanently amused him."Perhaps I do," I chuckled, slipping my hands in my pocket. "With that grin on your face, I'm not so sure I want you to meet her.""Oh please, I have to. I need to know the woman who makes you do the craziest of shit," Micheal crackled, walking ahead of me into my mother's house."Try not to say shit when you meet her,""Shit like what?" he asked innocently and I just knew he was going to try something crazy when he saw Eve.We stopped by Mom's study to say."Hello, boys," Mom greeted us with a warm smile. She looked
Tom's POV"That bastard!" I spat as I scaled down the wall with Eve, gritting my teeth in disgust.I had watched him stroll with her. As if she were his. As if he had the right to.Now it all seemed to be clear. To be so fucking clear."Take her to the spot," Barlow ordered, jumping in right after me. "I'll signal the men."After a whole damned argument session with Barlow, he finally agreed to help. But what could possibly be much more valuable to Adam Stone? If we could get him to take back the charges and then say he had come up with the fake proof and lied that we were trafficking then everything would be solved.There was nothing the word of a billionaire could not accomplish. But the problem however had been discovering how to make Adam Stone give in. I had snuck into his mother's hou