Adrian stood outside Elena’s apartment, his heart pounding harder than it had in years. He had faced ruthless business tycoons, taken risks that could have cost him billions, but nothing had ever felt as terrifying as this moment.Because for the first time, he had no control over the outcome.He had rehearsed the words in his head over and over, but now that he was here, they felt meaningless. What could he possibly say to undo the years of pain he had caused?Lifting his hand, he knocked.Seconds stretched into eternity before the door creaked open.Elena stood there, her expression unreadable.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then, she exhaled sharply. "What are you doing here, Adrian?"Her voice wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t welcoming either.Adrian swallowed. "I need to talk to you."Elena crossed her arms. "I don’t think we have anything left to say."She tried to shut the door, but Adrian caught it gently, not forcing it—just pleading."Please," he said. "Just hear me out."S
Lucas had always prided himself on being one step ahead.For years, he has being on deception, carefully controlling information, manipulating the right people, and ensuring that his secrets remained buried. He had thrived in the shadows, confident that no one could ever unravel the intricate web he had spun.But now—everything was crumbling.The scandal had exploded across the media.Adrian had uncovered the truth.And Elena… the woman whose life he had worked so hard to destroy… was still standing.Lucas sat in his dimly lit penthouse, the only source of light coming from the television screen in front of him. The news anchor’s voice was clipped, professional, but beneath the surface, he could hear the sharp edge of scandal—his scandal."—multiple fraudulent transactions linked to Lucas. Sources confirm that authorities are launching an official investigation—"Lucas’s grip on the whiskey glass tightened. His name was already being whispered in business circles, and soon, the author
The world has known everything that they're to know. The truth was no longer hidden.Adrian stood in his office, his hands pressed against the cool glass window as he gazed at the city below. The skyline stretched out before him, glittering with life, oblivious to the storm that had just broken.His phone buzzed on his desk, lighting up with notifications—news updates, social media reactions, messages from business associates and reporters.Lucas’s downfall was unfolding in real-time.He let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening as he picked up his phone and scrolled through the flood of headlines:"Business Mogul Lucas Arrested for Fraud Scandal!""Shocking Betrayal: The Truth Behind the Feud Between Adrian and Elena.""Elena Speaks Out—The Lies That Ruined Her Life."Every news station was covering it. Every platform was buzzing. The truth was out.His gaze drifted to the large flat-screen in his office, where the footage played of Lucas being arrested in handcuffs.For years, Lucas
The truth was out, but it didn’t change everything.Adrian stood outside Elena’s apartment, staring at the door as if willing it to open on its own. His heart pounded, his breath misting in the cold air, but he barely felt it. The wind howled softly around him, rustling the trees lining the quiet street. Like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.He had spent years believing a lie. Years resenting her, hating her, convincing himself that she had been the one to betray him. And now, when the truth had finally come to light, shouldn’t it be simple? Shouldn’t the weight in his chest lift?But deep down, he knew—it wasn’t.He raised his hand and knocked.For a moment, there was only silence. Then, soft footsteps approached. The door creaked open, and there she was.Elena.His breath caught.She was still as beautiful as he remembered, but there was something different now—something weary in her expression, something guarded in the way she held hersel
Adrian sat alone in his penthouse, staring out at the city skyline. The lights stretched endlessly, flickering like stars against the dark night, but none of it mattered. Not anymore.The silence of his apartment was deafening. It used to be a place of power, a symbol of everything he had built. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the world beneath him, a constant reminder of his success. The sleek, modern furnishings, the marble countertops, the pristine order of it all—it was supposed to mean something.But now?Now, it felt like a prison.Cold. Empty.Because Elena was gone from his life.She had walked away. Not in anger, not with a dramatic exit, but with a quiet finality that cut deeper than any shouting match ever could. There had been no last-minute plea, no lingering hope in her eyes. Just the weight of a decision made, one she had carried for far too long.And for the first time in years, Adrian felt powerless.He had built his life on control. Deals, acquisitions, wealth—not
Adrian had never been the kind of man to beg.Power, success, control—those had always been his weapons. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He didn’t admit mistakes. He simply moved forward, crushing anything in his path.But today was different.Because today, he wasn’t standing before a boardroom of executives. He wasn’t sealing a billion-dollar deal.He was standing in front of the world, exposing the one thing he had always kept hidden—his heart.The press conference had been arranged in less than twenty-four hours. Adrian had called every major media outlet, ensuring that the world would hear what he had to say.The grand hall was packed—reporters, photographers, and business elites, all eager for a scandal. The air buzzed with anticipation, the murmur of voices filling the space like static before a storm.The cameras were rolling, their red lights blinking in unison, capturing every second. Microphones were lined up in front of the podium, waiting for his voice to fill them.And th
Adrian had prepared for a lot of things.He had prepared for Elena’s anger. He had prepared for her resistance. He had even prepared to wait—however long it took—for her to forgive him.But he hadn’t prepared for this.The morning air was crisp, but Adrian barely noticed as he stepped out of his car and into the towering glass building of his company.The press conference had drained him, left him hollow. His confession was splashed across every major news outlet, dissected in countless articles and discussions.But none of it mattered.The only thing that mattered was Elena.And she had walked away.As soon as he stepped into the office, Sophie was already waiting at the door, her expression unusually tense.“Sir,” Sophie said cautiously, extending an envelope. “You need to see this.”Adrian’s frown deepened as he took it. The moment his eyes landed on the handwriting, his chest tightened.Elena.A cold knot of dread formed in his stomach as he unfolded the letter, his pulse thudding
Adrian had spent years controlling everything in his life.Deals, companies, people—he knew how to get what he wanted.But now, the one thing he truly wanted was slipping away.And he wouldn’t let that happen.His phone buzzed, the sharp vibration slicing through the silence of his office. He snatched it up, his voice tense. “Tell me you found something.”“Elena quit?” his investigator asked instead, his tone edged with disbelief.Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience wearing thin. “Yes. And she didn’t just quit—she disappeared.”A heavy sigh came from the other end. “Damn. You really messed up this time.”Adrian didn’t argue. He knew.And that’s why he wasn’t going to sit back and accept it.“I need you to help me find her,” he said, his voice leaving no room for debate. “Call in every contact you have.”There was a brief pause before his investigator responded, his tone skeptical. “You’re seriously using your business network to track down one woman?”Adrian’s jaw clen
“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
The warehouse was cold, shadowed by rusted iron beams and buzzing with dim overhead lights. A thick air of tension filled the room as Elias Wolfe paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, his hands fisted at his sides.His men stood before him—four in total—each with their heads slightly lowered, avoiding the furious gaze of the man they feared more than death itself.“So,” Elias finally said, his voice cold and slow like a blade being drawn. “You mean to tell me… even after planning this for over a week, with the timing perfect, the positioning flawless… you still couldn’t cause one simple accident?”Silence.One of the men, lean and dark-haired, cleared his throat and stepped forward hesitantly. “Boss, we—we almost had it. It was so close. The car exited on schedule, we followed the pattern, and everything was on track—”“And yet,” Elias cut in, glaring, “she’s alive. Again.”“They out did us and crossed before the train did, they used the train to their advantage, boss,” another spok
She smiled at him—actually smiled. “Adrian, it was like something out of an action movie. I swear, my heart hasn’t stopped pounding.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. “That’s not funny.”“I know, I know,” she said quickly, putting her hands up in surrender. “But we’re alive, right? Safe. You should have seen my driver—he pulled the craziest move. Those guys almost caught up to us, but then the train—oh my God, Adrian—the train!”She broke into a laugh, the tension of adrenaline still unraveling from her bones.“We were being chased, and then out of nowhere, a train’s approaching, full speed. My driver saw it, gauged the timing and boom—we made it across just seconds before it passed. The attackers got stuck on the other side. I think I screamed.”“You think you screamed?” Adrian stared at her, eyes blazing. “Elena, you were nearly killed. Again.”She reached out and cupped his face, softening her tone. “I know, Adrian. I know it was real. I was scared out of my mind. But I'm also grateful to be
The black SUV sat idling across the street, blending into the row of parked cars. Inside, Elias Wolfe’s men sat silently, watching the entrance of Elena’s office building through tinted windows.A call came in.Elias’s voice cut through like a blade. “She’s coming out soon. I want her in the hospital. Hit them so hard, or chase them toward an accident. Adrian will be weak. And then,” his voice darkened, “we strike him badly.”“Yes, sir,” one of the men answered. “We’ll make it look like an accident.”Elias ended the call with a smirk and stared at the city skyline from his penthouse. “Let’s see how much strength you still have, Adrian.”The day had been oddly quiet—too quiet.Elena stepped out of the building, phone in hand, bag on her shoulder. Her special driver, a combat-trained chauffeur Adrian had handpicked, opened the door for her. He noticed something off but kept calm.“Everything okay, ma’am?” he asked as she settled into the backseat.Elena smiled. “Yes. Let’s head home.”T
The morning sun spilled into the office through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the sleek, polished floors of the company. Despite the recent attempt on her life, Elena walked in with quiet confidence, her head held high. She wore a cream blazer over a silk blouse, paired with tailored pants that complimented her poise—unshaken and graceful.The secretaries greeted her with relief and admiration. Some even paused in their work to offer shy smiles or nods of encouragement. Everyone had heard whispers of the near-fatal accident. Everyone also knew she survived. And now she was back.Elena smiled, calm but fierce.She stepped into her office and took a deep breath. The scent of lavender still lingered in the air from her favorite diffuser. Her assistant, walked in seconds later, holding a cup of coffee.“You’re here,” she said with a breath of surprise. “After everything…”Elena accepted the coffee and smiled. “They want me to crawl back into hiding. But I won’t give the
The screech of tires tore through the quiet afternoon, followed by the sickening sound of metal crunching against metal.A black SUV skidded violently off the road, slamming into a row of safety barriers just outside the quiet café district on the outskirts of the city. Smoke hissed from the crumpled hood as bystanders screamed and rushed toward the wreck.Inside the second vehicle—the intended target—no one was present except the driver. The passenger seat where Elena was supposed to sit... empty.She had stepped into a boutique moments before the crash.The driver, stunned and bloodied, tried to move, but his arm was pinned. Nearby, someone called emergency services. Another pulled open the crumpled door. But the damage had already been done—just not to the right person.Because Elena was safe.And the accident had failed.Adrian's phone rang as he was finishing a meeting. The words “It’s Elena” from his assistant had him tearing out of the building before the call even ended.When
One of the other men, Mr. Crane raised a brow. “That’s bold. Even for you.”“I don’t have the luxury of waiting around,” Adrian said plainly. “I built my company to withstand storms—economic, corporate, even personal. And through every storm, we’ve delivered results, year after year.”He let that settle before continuing. “I know the others will come with flashy slides and empty promises. I came with proof. And with relationships that weren’t built yesterday.”Mr. Stan chuckled, leaning back. “You always did know when to strike. And you’re right—we go way back. We’ve seen how your company weathered chaos and came out on top every single time.”Crane exchanged a glance with the third executive, then nodded slowly. “So what are you offering today?”Adrian slid the folder toward them. “Everything you asked for—and more. With guarantees. No delays. No press. Just results.”The room went quiet again as they opened the folder and scanned the proposal. Minutes ticked by like seconds. Then ca
The ride home from the board meeting was quiet, but it wasn’t silence filled with tension—it was the quiet before a storm. The kind of stillness that wrapped around a plan forming, a decision waiting to unfold.Inside the villa, Adrian discarded his blazer and sat at the head of the long mahogany dining table. Elena brought over a fresh cup of coffee and took the seat across from him, her eyes steady and calm.“We need to talk,” she said, folding her hands together.“I know,” Adrian nodded. “The deal.”She leaned in slightly. “You said it yourself—it’s one of the biggest we’ve ever aimed for. If we secure it, we bury Elias and any threat from within the board. But we’ve got problems.”Adrian rubbed his jaw. “The board knows about the deal. Which means our mole—Mr. Trent—knows too. Elias has his ears and likely already made moves to sabotage or outbid us.”“And other companies are in the race,” Elena added. “Bigger names, hungry to win, with no drama dragging them down.”Adrian’s eyes