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 of the boardroom.
Adrian was just about to leave when Lucas grabbed his arm.
“We need to talk,” Lucas said, his voice low.
Adrian raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
Lucas’s eyes flickered toward the hallway. “Not here.”
Minutes later, they were in Adrian’s office, the door locked behind them.
Lucas ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I saw her.”
Adrian knew exactly who he meant. “And?”
Lucas narrowed his eyes. “And what the hell is she still doing here?”
Adrian leaned against his desk, arms crossed. “She works here.”
“She shouldn’t.” Lucas’s voice was tight with frustration. “You should have fired her the second you found out what she did.”
Adrian felt his jaw tighten. “You think I haven’t thought about that?”
Lucas scoffed. “Then why haven’t you?”
Silence hung between them.
Adrian didn’t have an answer—at least not one he was willing to admit.
Instead, he deflected. “I don’t need to explain myself to you.”
Lucas let out a humorless chuckle. “Oh, come on. We both know why you let her stay. You still have feelings for her.”
Adrian’s expression darkened. “That’s not true.”
“Really?” Lucas challenged. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re keeping her around for reasons that have nothing to do with business.”
Adrian’s patience was wearing thin. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Lucas stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You do when it affects you like this. I saw the way you looked at her just now. The way you hesitated.” He shook his head. “Adrian, she played you. Lied to you. And now you’re what? Giving her a second chance?”
Adrian exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know. I want revenge.”
Lucas stared at him. “You don’t know?”
Adrian dropped his hand, looking at his best friend. “What if she didn’t do it?”
Lucas froze. “What?”
“What if she’s telling the truth?” Adrian asked, his voice quieter now. “What if I was wrong?”
Lucas’s face darkened. “You can’t be serious.”
Adrian swallowed hard. “Something doesn’t add up. When I confronted her today, she didn’t act like someone caught in a lie. She acted like someone... hurt.”
Lucas let out a harsh breath. “That’s what she wants you to think.”
Adrian shook his head. “I’m not saying I believe her, but what if—”
“No.” Lucas’s voice was firm. “There’s no what if. She betrayed you, Adrian. She fed information to your competitors. She cost you billions.”
Adrian’s fingers curled into fists. “I know what happened, Lucas.”
“Then stop second-guessing it.” Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, man, I get it. She meant something to you. But don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment.”
Adrian’s jaw clenched. “That’s not what’s happening.”
Lucas sighed. “You always think you see the good in people. That’s your problem.”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “And your problem is that you don’t trust anyone.”
Lucas’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I trust the people who earn it.”
Adrian exhaled, the weight of the conversation pressing on him. “I need time to think.”
Lucas crossed his arms. “Think about what? Whether or not you should let a snake stay in your company?”
Adrian didn’t respond.
Lucas let out a bitter chuckle. “Wow. She really got to you.”
Adrian’s stomach twisted, but he was silent.
Lucas took a step back, shaking his head. “You know what? Do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when she stabs you in the back again.”
He turned toward the door, his hand gripping the handle.
But just as he was about to leave, he hesitated. Then, in a quieter voice, he said, “You’re my best friend, Adrian. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. If you want revenge as you said, then go for it now that you can.”
Adrian felt a pang of guilt.
Before he could respond, Lucas pulled the door open and walked out.
Adrian stared after him, a heavy silence filling the room.
His eyes drifted to the reports on his desk, but his thoughts were consumed by something else entirely.
Was Lucas right?
Had Elena manipulated him again?
Or was she really innocent?
He rubbed his temples, frustration building. Nothing about this situation sat right with him. He had spent few days hating Elena, convinced she was the enemy. But that moment in his office—the way she looked at him, the way she defended herself—it didn't match the picture he had painted of her.
Adrian grabbed a pen, tapping it restlessly against the desk. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
I think I know what to do. I really do know what to do and it's time I take actions. Yes! It's time. I'll show them who the boss is. Of course, I am the boss.
Let the show begin.
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
Adrian dropped Elena at home and went straight to his office. The drive back had been silent, tension hanging thick in the air between them. He hadn’t looked at her when she stepped out of the car. He hadn’t spoken a single word. And yet, something in him had shifted.Now, alone in his office, he loosened his tie and sat down, his chair creaking under his weight. The city stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the twinkling lights a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside him. His fingers pressed against his temples, but nothing could stop the memories from crashing over him.Elena had been his everything once.He had met her at a corporate gala—one of those lavish events where everyone was trying to impress someone. It had been a room filled with power-hungry executives, men and women who measured their worth by the weight of their wallets.But she hadn’t been like them.She had been sharp, ambitious, fearless. Yet beneath all that confidence, there had been some
Back to the office and work was going well.Elena had just finished sorting through reports when a sharp, purposeful knock echoed against her office door.It wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t polite.She already knew who it was.Lucas.Sighing, she placed the documents aside, straightened her shoulders, and braced herself. “Come in.”The door swung open, and Lucas stepped inside with his usual calculated composure, his face unreadable.But Elena wasn’t fooled.Beneath that calm façade, his sharp gaze carried an undercurrent of distrust—a silent, relentless accusation.He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, crossed his arms over his chest, and fixed her with a steady stare. "We need to talk."Elena leaned back in her chair, forcing herself to appear unaffected. "I can't imagine we have much to say to each other."Lucas let out a dry laugh, though there was no amusement in his eyes. "You’d be surprised."He moved forward, resting his hands on her desk, leaning just enough to make hi
Elena sat alone in her office, her fingers trembling as she clutched the pen in her hand. The reports in front of her blurred, the words swimming together, meaningless.She blinked rapidly, trying to push back the burning sensation in her eyes, but it was no use.Lucas’s words from earlier echoed in her mind."You should have stayed away, Elena.""You’re poking a bear that won’t hesitate to strike."She wasn’t afraid of him. Or at least, she told herself she wasn’t. But it wasn’t just about Lucas. It was the whispers in the office, the way people looked at her, the way the weight of the past never seemed to leave her alone.She had thought she could handle it. That if she kept her head down and focused on her work, things would eventually settle.But she was wrong.A sharp knock at the door made her flinch. She quickly wiped at her eyes, forcing herself to straighten.“Come in,” she said, her voice strained but steady.The door opened, and Adrian stepped inside.Elena’s breath caught.
Elena was buried in paperwork when the knock came. The door opened, and Adrian stepped inside.Even without looking, she felt his presence. It was the kind that took over a room effortlessly, making everything else feel smaller in comparison.Her back straightened instinctively.She had been careful since their last conversation—since that handkerchief. Careful not to let her emotions slip.She couldn’t afford to.Adrian leaned against her desk, arms crossed, watching her with the kind of patience that unnerved her."Pack your bags," he said.Elena blinked. "Excuse me?""We’re leaving tomorrow."Her frown deepened. "Leaving? For what?""A business trip." His tone was matter-of-fact, as if this was already decided.She put her pen down and met his gaze. "You want me to go with you?"Adrian’s expression didn’t waver. "Yes. I need someone who understands this deal. Someone sharp, quick on their feet."She let out a small, humorless laugh. "And you think that’s me?""You wouldn’t be here
The city was alive with soft golden lights.Elena sat at the small balcony table, her fingers wrapped around a glass of wine she had barely touched. The evening air was crisp, but not cold enough to make her go inside. She needed the fresh air, the space to think.She shouldn’t have come.This trip was a mistake.Everywhere she turned, memories clawed at her—old wounds that she had fought so hard to bury. And worse, Adrian was here, stirring up everything she had locked away."You always did love city lights." Adrain said.Elena stiffened.She turned slightly, finding Adrian leaning against the doorframe, his sharp eyes watching her. He was holding a drink, though she doubted he’d had much of it.She swallowed hard and looked away. "You remember that?"His voice was quiet. "I remember a lot of things."Silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words.Adrian finally moved, stepping out onto the balcony. He pulled out the chair opposite hers and sat down. His presence was too
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
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Adrian and Elena stepped into their villa, the doors closing behind them with a soft but determined thud. The air inside was warm, filled with the aroma of spices from the dinner their chef had prepared, but neither of them had much appetite.They headed straight to the study, where maps, documents, and files lay spread across the large desk like the battlefield it had become.Adrian poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Elena.“We’re not giving up,” she said, taking a seat and fixing her eyes on him. “Not the company. Not the legacy. And certainly not to a ghost from your past.”Adrian leaned back against the desk, his eyes shadowed but sharp. “No, we’re not. I’ve come too far. I know what Elias is trying to do—get me rattled, unstable, then weakened from the inside. And now the board... they’re just another piece on his board.”“Then we flip the board over,” Elena said calmly.Adrian smiled faintly. “You make it sound easy.”“No,
The large boardroom was colder than usual—not just in temperature, but in energy. A silence hung thick in the air, broken only by the occasional shuffling of papers or the faint clink of coffee cups. The long glass table reflected the serious expressions of the board members seated around it, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the empty chair at the head.The chair reserved for Adrian.He walked in five minutes late—not by accident, but with intention. Calm, composed, and unreadable as ever in a tailored navy suit. Elena walked a step behind him, her expression graceful yet alert, poised like a queen entering a battlefield.Adrian took his seat without apology. “Let’s begin.”There was a pause before one of the senior board members, cleared his throat and leaned forward.“Adrian, we’ll get straight to it. This company is thriving—yes. Profits are up, expansions have been seamless. On the surface, all seems well.”“But beneath that,” Mr. Trent interrupted, “there’s a rising tide o
The car ride home was quiet.Adrian sat behind the wheel, one hand resting on the leather steering wheel, the other holding Elena’s. His grip was firm but warm, grounding—like he needed to feel her presence just to stay anchored.Elena glanced sideways at him more than once, catching the stiffness in his jaw, the tension buried beneath his silence. She knew him well enough to recognize when something inside him was unraveling.Still, she waited.Dinner was quiet, too. Even the rich aroma couldn’t erase the storm cloud over Adrian’s head. He ate, but barely tasted. His mind was elsewhere.It wasn’t until they had moved to the living room, wine glasses in hand, the low lights casting golden shadows on the walls, that she finally spoke.“You’ve been in your head all evening,” Elena said softly, curling her feet beneath her on the couch. “Talk to me, Adrian. What happened at the office?”Adrian looked at her then, truly looked—and the hardness in his eyes softened just a little. He set hi