Elena stared at the small wooden table, her hands tightening around the plate she was setting down. She still wasn’t sure how this had happened.One moment, she had been telling herself that Adrian’s visits meant nothing. That his words had changed nothing.The next, she was making dinner—knowing he would be here today.She exhaled sharply and shook her head. This doesn’t mean anything.A knock at the door made her stomach twist.She hesitated.For a brief moment, she considered ignoring it.Letting him stand out there in the cold, just like she had once been left alone in the darkness.But that wasn’t who she was.No matter how much she wanted to pretend otherwise.Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and pulled the door open.Adrian stood there, hands in his coat pockets, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.“Come in,” she said before she could second-guess herself.He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the small space. She could tell he was taking everythi
Adrian watched Elena closely, taking in every small movement—the way she toyed with her fork, the way she avoided his eyes, the way she seemed to hold her breath every time he came too close.She was trying to act indifferent. Trying to pretend that she had moved on.But he could feel it.The tension between them.The way her guard would slip, just for a second, before she caught herself and rebuilt the walls around her heart.She still felt something.She just wouldn’t admit it.Elena cleared her throat and pushed her plate away. “I think we should—”“Do you still love me?”The question cut through the air, heavy and unavoidable.Her eyes snapped to his, her entire body going rigid. “What?”Adrian leaned forward slightly, holding her gaze. “Do you still love me?”She let out a short, humorless laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”“Is it?”She stood up, shaking her head. “I don’t have to answer that.”Adrian rose to his feet as well. “You don’t have to. But I think you should.”She turned away
Adrian had never been the type to let emotions interfere with business.But lately, things had changed.Ever since he found Elena, his focus had shifted. He was still in control—still sharp, still powerful—but his mind kept drifting back to her, trying to win her over again.And someone had noticed.Richard.Adrian’s business rival had always been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Now, he saw his chance.Sitting in his sleek office, Richard leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing at his lips as he tapped his fingers against his desk. His assistant stood in front of him, holding a tablet with the latest reports.“He’s slipping,” the assistant said. “The numbers are still solid, but Adrian has been distracted.”Richard chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day Adrian let emotions cloud his judgment.”He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. “So the great Adrian has a weakness after all.”The assistant shifted. “He’s still dangerous, sir. Even distracted, he’s
Adrian sat in the sleek boardroom, his investors watching him closely.They were uncertain. Hesitant.Richard had gotten to them.But Adrian wasn’t about to let him win.He leaned forward, his voice firm, steady, unshaken.“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” Adrian said, his eyes sweeping across the room. “You’ve worked with me long enough to know that.”The investors exchanged glances.Adrian continued. “Richard is offering you big numbers and flashy deals. But when has he ever delivered?” He let the question hang. “With me, you know what you’re getting. Stability. Growth. Power.”A long pause.Then, one investor nodded.Then another.Adrian knew he had them.Richard had tried to take him down.But Adrian was still standing.And he wasn’t going anywhere.Still, as the meeting ended and the deal was secured, his mind drifted back to Elena.Winning the business war was one thing.Winning her back...That was the real battle.And he had no intention of losing.Adrian was already used
Meanwhile, Richard sat in his office, watching the press conference on his screen.His jaw tightened.He had expected Adrian to stumble. To hesitate.Instead, he had done what he always did.He had won.Richard slammed his laptop shut, his frustration boiling over.“Sir,” his assistant said cautiously, “what now?”Richard exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of his desk.“This isn’t over,” he muttered.If Adrian wanted a war, Richard was more than willing to give him one.But this time…This time, he wasn’t going to attack the business.He was going to attack the man.And he knew exactly where to strike next.He smirked, leaning back in his chair.“Find out everything about Elena,” he ordered. “Every. Single. Detail.”The assistant hesitated. “Elena? Why her?”Richard's smile darkened.“Because Adrian might be untouchable in business,” he said.“But in love?”He let the question hang, already savoring the chaos he was about to unleash.“Let’s see how strong he really is.”"Let's see if
It had been only twenty-four hours since Adrian received the anonymous email. Armed with the evidence, he had wasted no time exposing Richard.By noon, news outlets were flooded with reports detailing Richard’s corruption—his orchestrated smear campaign, the falsified reports, he had used to try and ruin Adrian’s reputation.The fallout had been immediate. Board members were withdrawing their support, shareholders were demanding answers, and Richard’s once-polished image had begun to crack under the weight of undeniable proof.Adrian had expected retaliation. He knew Richard wouldn’t take this loss quietly. He had prepared for the counterattack.But what he didn’t expect—what no one expected—was the message waiting for him.It wasn’t an email. It wasn’t a phone call. It was a simple note, placed right in the center of his desk.No one had seen who left it. No security cameras had captured its arrival.Yet, there it was.White paper. Black ink. One simple sentence."This is just the be
Elena wasn’t expecting him.Not tonight. Not here.Yet, as she turned around, there he was—Adrian, standing in the doorway of her small cottage.Her heart clenched.Adrian’s eyes locked onto hers, searching, demanding answers she wasn’t ready to give. His face was unreadable, but she could see the exhaustion behind it—the weight of everything pressing down on him.She swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be here.”Adrian took a step forward, his voice calm but firm. “And yet, here I am.”A cold shiver raced down her spine, but she forced herself to stand tall. Wrapping her arms around herself, as if that could shield her from the emotions clawing their way to the surface, she turned away. “You have bigger things to deal with, Adrian. You need to go.”He shook his head. “No.”Just one word, but it carried so much meaning.No, he wouldn’t leave.No, he wouldn’t pretend she didn’t matter.No, he wouldn’t walk away.Her throat tightened. She didn’t have the strength for this. Not tonight.“Elen
Elena was preparing to leave.The decision had been made long before Adrian found her.She had come to this remote place to escape, to heal, and now it was time to move on.But as she stood in the doorway of her small cottage, suitcase by her side, she heard the sound of a car approaching.Her heart clenched.She already knew who it was before he even stepped out.Adrian.The man who had once been her everything.The man who had broken her.And the man who, despite it all, still made her heart race.He climbed out of the car, his movements controlled but tense. He was wearing a dark coat, his sharp features unreadable as he walked toward her.Elena tightened her grip on the suitcase handle. “What are you doing here, Adrian?”He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locking onto hers. “I needed to see you.”She forced herself to stay calm. “There’s nothing left to say.”Adrian exhaled slowly, then reached into his pocket.And pulled out a small, velvet box.Elena’s breath caught.No.This
“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