Adrian had invited her to his office to talk about work.That was all this was.Elena kept repeating that to herself as she sat across from him, her posture straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The office felt both familiar and distant, like a place she had once belonged but no longer did.The sleek glass walls, the towering shelves lined with legal files and business contracts, the faint scent of leather and expensive cologne—it all reminded her of a past she had fought so hard to leave behind.She had agreed to work with him again.That didn’t mean she trusted him.Adrian leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, watching her as if waiting for her to change her mind. His dark eyes held something unreadable—curiosity, frustration, something else she couldn’t quite name.But she wouldn’t waver.This was a business decision. Nothing more.She exhaled slowly, steadying herself before speaking. “This isn’t about us,” she said, her voice cool, detached. “This is about work. Tha
Adrian stood in his office, staring at the report in his hands, his jaw tightening with every line he read.The numbers didn’t add up.Deadlines that had been set in stone were suddenly missed. Contracts that had been secured with airtight agreements were inexplicably falling apart.And now, his latest project—the one he had spent months negotiating and locking down—had hit an unexpected roadblock.This wasn’t carelessness.This wasn’t bad luck.This was sabotage.His fingers pressed into the thick stack of reports, his grip tightening until the pages crumpled under the pressure. He had built this company from nothing, outmaneuvering competitors and surviving hostile takeovers. He knew how to fight. He knew how to win.But this…This was different.Someone was deliberately undermining him. And they weren’t being sloppy about it. This was precise, methodical, and, worst of all—personal.Adrian exhaled slowly, trying to control the slow burn of rage creeping through his veins. His mind
Elena sat curled up on the balcony of her apartment, staring out at the city lights flickering against the dark sky. The night breeze was cool against her skin, but the storm inside her was anything but calm.Her fingers clutched the warm ceramic of her untouched coffee, its steam curling into the night air, yet she felt none of its warmth.Adrian’s words from earlier echoed relentlessly in her mind, refusing to be silenced."I love you, Elena. I never stopped. And I won’t give up on us."She had tried to ignore it, tried to bury the emotions his confession had stirred up. She had convinced herself that distance was the safest choice, that keeping him at arm’s length was the only way to protect herself.But deep down, beneath all the pain and fear, she knew the truth.She still loved him.She always had.Her phone buzzed beside her, the screen illuminating in the dim light. She already knew who it was before she even picked it up.Adrian.Her heart pounded as she hesitated, her thumb
Adrian sat in his car outside Elena’s apartment, gripping the steering wheel as he replayed their conversation in his head.She had said yes.Not to forever. Not to everything. But to trying.It was more than he had dared to hope for. And yet, as relief settled in his chest, a strange unease lingered beneath it.Something didn’t feel right.It wasn’t Elena’s hesitation—he had expected that. It wasn’t even the fear in her eyes when she admitted she was scared.It was the feeling that someone else was watching.He had sensed it the moment he stepped out of his car earlier, a presence lurking in the shadows. He had scanned the streets, found nothing, and chalked it up to paranoia.But now, as he sat there, the feeling returned.His phone vibrated on the dashboard.A private number.Frowning, he answered. “Who is this?”Silence.Then, a voice—low, urgent. “If you care about Elena, get out of your car. Now.”Adrian stiffened. “Who are you?”“No time. Move. Now.”Adrian’s instincts screamed
Adrian walked through the cold, sterile hallways of the prison, his footsteps echoing against the concrete floors. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something darker—something that lingered beneath the surface, like regret and wasted time.The guards led him to a small visitation room. A single metal table sat in the center, flanked by two chairs. The walls were bare except for a tiny security camera in the corner.He sat down, his hands resting on the table, fingers drumming lightly.And then the door on the other side opened.Lucas was escorted in, shackled at the wrists. His once-pristine appearance was gone, replaced by a rougher version of himself. His beard had grown out, his hair was slightly unkempt, and there was a weight in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.But the smirk—the same arrogant smirk Adrian had come to despise—was still there.“Well, well,” Lucas drawled as he sat down, leaning back as much as the chains allowed. “Didn’t think I’d see you
The city was quiet at this hour, the distant hum of traffic a low murmur against the stillness of the night. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting silver streaks across the living room floor. Elena sat curled up on the couch, her fingers wrapped around a warm cup of tea, but her mind was far from calm.Adrian stood by the window, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He hadn’t said much since he returned from the prison visit, but something about his posture told her his thoughts were heavy.She set her cup down and studied him. “You’re not okay.”He let out a humorless chuckle. “Is it that obvious?”Elena nodded. “To me, it is.”Adrian turned to face her then, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes held a storm she couldn’t ignore. He hesitated for a moment before walking over and lowering himself onto the couch beside her.“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said, his voice quieter now.Elena’s chest tightened. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be easy for him to
The evening air was cool, carrying the soft scent of pine and distant rain. The lake stretched before them, its surface calm and reflective, mirroring the deep blues and golds of the fading sky.Elena stood at the edge of the wooden dock, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the water. She had always found peace in places like this—quiet, untouched by the noise of the world. But tonight, peace felt like a fragile thing, slipping between her fingers with every breath she took.Behind her, she heard footsteps. Steady. Purposeful.Adrian.She didn’t turn around. Not yet.He stopped a few feet away. She could feel his gaze on her, waiting."You’re thinking too much again," he said softly.Elena let out a quiet laugh, though there was no real humor in it. "I do that a lot."There was a pause, then, "Can I join you?"She finally glanced over her shoulder. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held something steady—something patient.She nodded.Adrian stepped beside her, h
The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Adrian’s penthouse, casting a golden glow across the elegant living room. The soft hum of the city below was barely audible from this high up, but Elena could still feel it—the weight of the world outside pressing in.She sat curled up on the couch, staring at the thick wedding planner binder resting on the coffee table. It was open to a page detailing possible venues, all grand and extravagant. Beside it, there were sketches of wedding dresses, color palettes for floral arrangements, and a list of high-profile vendors eager to be part of the event.It was overwhelming.Adrian sat across from her, one arm draped over the back of the chair, his sharp gaze never leaving her. He had been watching her carefully for the past ten minutes, waiting. He could see it in the way her fingers fidgeted with the edge of a page, the way she sighed but never turned it.Finally, he spoke.“Elena,” he said, voice gentle but firm. “Talk to me.”She bl
“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