The dimly lit office bore the weight of his despair. Papers lay scattered across the mahogany floor, some crumpled in fits of rage, others soaked with spilled wine.A shattered glass globe lay in pieces near his desk, a silent testament to his turmoil. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, mingling with the faint fragrance of his cologne, now dulled by sweat and exhaustion.Adrain sat hunched over his desk, elbows resting on the cold surface, his fingers gripping his temples as if trying to hold himself together.His dark eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were red and swollen, glistening with unshed tears. His entire body trembled with the force of his emotions. He couldn’t believe it—he didn’t want to believe it."How could she?" he murmured, his voice hoarse from screaming, from pleading with the reality that refused to change."Like, how could she? After everything we've been through?"His lips quivered as he shook his head. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, but
The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting streaks of golden light across the bedroom.A piercing headache throbbed in Adrian’s skull, a lingering effect of last night’s emotional breakdown and the bottles of wine he had downed in a futile attempt to numb his pain.With a low groan, he sat up, rubbing his temples as flashes of the previous night stormed through his mind. The betrayal. The anger. The humiliation. His fists clenched as he remembered her face—Elena’s face—the woman he had trusted, the woman he had given a position close to him, Elena that he has helped in so many ways, only for her to stab him in the back, and stood there like she wasn't aware of what was happening or what she'd done. Dragging himself out of bed, Adrian strode toward the bathroom, turning on the cold water to jolt himself awake. He braced his hands on the sink, staring at his reflection. His dark eyes held a storm of emotions, his jaw set in unyielding resolve. He had allowed himself to
Elena barely had time to settle at her desk when her phone rang.Adrian: Come to my office. Now.She closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself. She had known today wouldn’t be easy, but the cold efficiency of his call sent a clear message—he wasn’t done making her life miserable.Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her notepad and hurried to his office.When she knocked and stepped inside, Adrian didn’t acknowledge her at first. He was seated behind his massive desk, flipping through documents, his expression unreadable. The tension in the room was suffocating.Finally, he spoke without looking up. “You’re late.”Elena frowned. “Sir, you only just—”His sharp gaze lifted, pinning her in place.“Did I ask for an excuse?”She swallowed hard. “No, sir.”He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Since you’re so eager to keep this job, I assume you’re willing to work for it?”Elena hesitated but nodded. “Yes, sir.”Without another word, Adrian slid a thick folder across the desk. It was a
Adrian sat at his desk, staring at the financial reports on his screen, he was lost in thoughts, his mind wasn’t on the numbers.It was on her.Every time Elena walked into his office, every time she spoke, every time she looked at him with those determined eyes, something inside him wavered.He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. No. He wouldn’t let himself be weak. Not after what she had done, not after everything he has been through and not even in this his condition, that he can't help but always think of what happened, why it happened and how come it happened.He had spent months convincing himself that she was nothing to him, that her betrayal had turned whatever existed between them into ash. And yet, the moment she walked into the office, his focus shattered. The memories he fought so hard to suppress resurfaced, taunting him.A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He knew who it was before she even stepped inside.Of course it was Elena.She walked in with he
Adrian sat in the boardroom, his attention divided between the ongoing discussion and the lingering tension from his conversation with Elena. The meeting droned on, executives discussing financial projections and market strategies, but his mind remained elsewhere.Elena’s words haunted him."If you would just listen, you’d know the truth."What truth?He had convinced himself that her betrayal was undeniable. That she had sold him out, played him for a fool. But for the first time, doubt was creeping in, and he hated it.A sharp nudge on his arm pulled him back to reality.“Adrian,” a voice whispered beside him.He turned to see Lucas Hayes, his best friend and the company’s chief operations officer, leaning in with a knowing look.“You good?” Lucas asked under his breath.Adrian straightened in his chair. “Fine.”Lucas didn’t look convinced, but before he could push further, the meeting wrapped up. One by one, the executives stood, gathering their documents and making their way out o
Elena felt the stares the moment she stepped into the office. The hushed whispers, the side glances, the way conversations seemed to change the second she walked by—it was all too familiar. She kept her head high, refusing to let it get to her, but deep down, she knew exactly what was happening.They were talking about her.She pretends not to notice how her colleagues were stealing glances at her. The tension in the room was thick, but she had long since learned to endure it. It wasn’t the first time she had been the subject of office gossip, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.“Elena.”She turned to see Sophie, one of the few coworkers who still spoke to her, she stopped, standing beside her desk with an uneasy expression.“You’ve heard, haven’t you?” Sophie asked in a low voice.Elena forced a small smile. “If you mean the stares and whispers, then yes, I’ve noticed.”Sophie hesitated, then sighed. “It’s about the contract.”Elena frowned. “What contract?”“The exclusive one. The
Elena had just finished organizing her files when her phone buzzed with a message.Adrian: Be in my office in five minutes.She stared at the screen, her stomach twisting. After what happened in the conference room, she wasn’t sure what to expect. She took a deep breath, straightened her blouse, and made her way to his office.When she stepped inside, Adrian was standing by the window, his hands in his pockets. The setting sun cast long shadows across the room, making his features unreadable.“You wanted to see me?” she asked, keeping her voice steady.He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto hers. “We have a dinner tonight.”Elena frowned. “We?”Adrian nodded. “The clients from earlier. They want to finalize discussions over dinner. You’re coming with me.”She hesitated. “Why me?”His gaze darkened slightly. “Because they brought you up in the meeting. If they have doubts about you, I want them erased.”Elena clenched her fists. Of course. This wasn’t about her skills—it was about dam
What was Adrian going to say?Elena wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it.The air around the dinner table thickened, the weight of unspoken words pressing against her chest. The client, a seasoned businessman with years of experience reading people, watched Adrian closely, waiting for his response.Adrian held the client’s gaze, his expression unreadable. Then, in a calm, controlled voice, he said, “Elena stays because I say so.”A quiet chuckle rumbled from the client’s throat. He leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. “That’s not an answer, Adrian.”Adrian’s smirk was sharp as he mirrored the man’s movements, his fingers lightly tapping against his own glass. “It’s the only answer that matters.”Lucas, seated beside the client, raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the sudden tension.The client tilted his head, studying Adrian with interest. “So, you’re saying you trust her?”Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his gaze. “I’m sayi
“We’ve faced betrayal, sabotage, theft, and attempts on our lives. What began as corporate rivalry escalated into organized, personal warfare.” He paused, his eyes narrowing. “Today, we are revealing the truth.”The first slide appeared on the massive screen beside him. It wasn’t dramatic—just a name.Elias Wolfe.The gasps began. A few reporters exchanged stunned glances.Adrain continued, “This man, who posed as a business rival, is the orchestrator behind every scheme we’ve endured. From planted board moles to cyber attacks, from bribed assassins to embezzlement attempts—all roads lead back to him.”One by one, more slides appeared: encrypted emails decrypted by cybersecurity teams, testimonies from the arrested hackers, confessions signed and dated. There were financial trails, everything linking back to Wolfe, phone logs, and messages retrieved from burner devices.Then came the final blow—a video of the hackers, eyes puffy, face bruised, voice trembling.“We work for Elias Wolfe
The silence that followed was not empty—it was expectant, as though the walls themselves held their breath waiting for the man who had just crossed the threshold to speak.He was calm, or rather slow, heavy. Not with exhaustion, but with the burden of something far heavier than physical fatigue.Elena stood up, her silhouette outlined by the soft amber glow of the chandelier above. She was wrapped in one of his old button-down shirts, sleeves rolled to her elbows, a cup of tea in her hand—untouched.“Is everything okay?,” she said gently, stepping closer.Adrain nodded once, unbuttoning his cuff, his expression unreadable. His suit jacket slid off his shoulders with practiced ease and landed on the armrest of the nearest chair.Elena didn’t need to ask. Not really. But still, her voice was soft when she spoke again. “How did it go?”He sat down beside her, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight. A storm passed behind his eyes.“It’s him,” he said after a long pause. “It was Elias Wo
The low hum of Elena’s voice drifted through Adrain’s office like a thought made audible.“If what that man said is true,” she said, her fingers tracing slow circles along the polished glass edge of the Adrain's office table, “then you were right from the beginning. Elias Wolfe has always been the one to watch.”Adrain stood across from her, arms crossed as he stared at the flash drive he had left behind. Sunlight from the tall windows glinted off the metal casing, but the weight of what it held was darker than anything light could touch.Elena pushed off from the table and walked toward him, heels silent against the marble floor. “We can use this,” she said, her voice firm now. “This… this could be the piece that breaks Elias.”Adrain’s eyes flicked up to hers, fire gathering behind their calm surface. “I’m heading to the station,” he said.Elena didn’t stop him.***At the precinct, the air was heavy with tension. They sat handcuffed, bruised and jittery, their masks of bravado stri
The tension sat thick in the air like fog before a storm. Adrain, behind his desk, arms folded, watching the man in black who had just dropped a flash drive that could dismantle Elias Wolfe’s cyber operation.The silence was tight, stretching.Then, the man cleared his throat, voice low and rough like gravel under boots.“There’s something else you need to know. About Victor Langley.”Adrain’s eyes sharpened. Elena tilted slightly forward, her brows knitting together.“You already said Elias pulled the strings on the hack. What’s Victor got to do with it?” Adrain's investigator asked, arms still crossed, but his tone had shifted. More alert. Less skeptical.The man nodded, slowly stepping away from the center of the room toward a leather chair. He didn’t sit, only touched its backrest, as if grounding himself in what he was about to say.“I was hired by Victor,” he began, each word measured. “To end either you or your wife.”The words dropped like a glass shattering on tile. Elena’s b
The soft hum of the air conditioner merged with the distant clatter of keyboards outside the office. Inside, the room was a contrast of silence and thought. Adrain sat at the head of his office desk, one arm draped loosely over the armrest while his other hand tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm on the glass surface.Elena stood by the wide window, watching the golden afternoon light pour in, casting patterns across the floor. Adrain's investigator flipped through documents on his tablet, eyes narrowing everything, so often as he took mental notes.“I still can't believe that Mr. Trent had a hand in this,” he muttered. “Also, the hackers’ skill level… the coordination… it's just different.”Adrain didn’t respond. His gaze lingered on nothing in particular. Still. Focused.A knock disrupted the stillness.Three raps. Calm. Confident.Elena turned. Adrain's investigator raised an eyebrow. Adrain looked toward the door and said, “Come in.”The door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, th
The low hum of computers and distant chatter of staff filled the open space of Adrain's company. On the outside, it was another ordinary day—files exchanged hands, deals were closed, coffees brewed. But at the core of it all, in the executive wing, Adrain and Elena moved with a calm that was unnerving to anyone who paid close attention.Their composure was like still water over deep currents.Elena, seated at her sleek glass desk, typed away on her keyboard, occasionally glancing at her screen. Her brows were relaxed. No tension in her shoulders. If anything, she looked lighter than usual. Adrain had already walked past three departments with a slight smile and an easy nod. He'd even complimented the receptionist’s new haircut.No boardroom meetings. No whispers in corners. Just business as usual.But somewhere else in the city, that silence was setting a fire.**Elias Wolfe leaned over his desk, jaw set hard as he spoke into his phone. “They’ve said nothing,” he growled. “Not a sing
They’re watching,” Elena replied, voice distant but assured. “They don’t need reassurance in words. They need to see their leaders walking forward. Calm breeds calm.”Sophie got up and joined her at the window, arms folded. “Still… doesn’t it burn? Knowing someone thinks they’ve outplayed you?”Elena’s smile didn’t falter. “Only if they truly have.”The two women stood in silence for a beat, overlooking the sprawling city. Cars moved like ants on their trails. People rushed without knowing whose war they were walking under.Sophie turned her head slightly. “So… what now?”Elena’s gaze sharpened. “Now, we wait. We let them get greedy. And when they do… we’ll be ready.”A quiet knock tapped on the door again, this time lighter, more formal.A junior assistant stepped in nervously. “Ma’am… Mr. Adrain asked me to tell you that the European proposal has been updated, and he wants your final thoughts before he sends it out.”Elena nodded. “Tell him I’ll be right there.”As the assistant sli
“No. Don’t lock the leak. Keep the route open. We’re baiting them.”Another pause. Adrain’s fingers tapped the edge of the desk lightly.“They bypassed surface-level security. That wasn’t random. Someone’s been inside—knows our system language. I want full trace protocols on the backend. Key mirroring. Subtle algorithm shifts. Anything they’ve left behind.”He listened, eyes never leaving Elena.“Yes. Remote only. Do not alert IT. Don’t even breathe a word in our system channels. If anyone asks, say we’re on routine maintenance.”He ended the call.Elena came beside him, her fingers grazing the back of his hand. “You’re setting a trap.”“We’re giving them a stage,” he corrected. “Let them feel safe. Let them perform.”She tilted her head, her voice soft. “And then?”He turned to her, eyes gleaming in the low light. “Then the curtain falls.”He moved to the liquor cabinet and poured two glasses—one for him, one for her. He handed hers with a subtle grin, the tension between them meltin
Elena was already rising, hurrying toward his seat with her tablet. “Look. Look at this! There’s been an unauthorized transaction—massive funds have just been moved out of one of the company’s sub-accounts.”Adrain snatched the device and scanned the screen. His breath caught. “Twenty-five million dollars... gone?”“It’s real. It just happened,” she said. “Our system just flagged it as an anomaly because of the destination account—it’s masked.”“Get the tech team on the line. Now!” Adrain ordered, already heading toward his office with Elena right behind him.Within minutes, the company’s head of cybersecurity, appeared on the large screen in the home office, his face pale.“Sir, we just noticed it as well. The system flagged it seconds after the funds moved.”“Who the hell did this?” Adrain’s voice was laced with ice.“We’re still tracing it. The hacker covered their tracks with precision. This wasn’t amateur work—this was planned. The account used was buried deep under layers of hid