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
Elena stood frozen in front of the boutique window, her breath catching in her throat.The dress was there.A vision of white lace and delicate embroidery, its bodice adorned with intricate floral patterns that cascaded down into a flowing train. The soft glow of the boutique lights illuminated it, making it seem almost ethereal, like something out of a dream.A dream she had once dared to have.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She should walk away. She should pretend she never saw it.But she couldn’t.It wasn’t just any dress. It was the dress. The one she had picked out long ago, back when she still believed in fairytales. Back when she had imagined walking down the aisle, heart full of love, eyes locked on the man who would be waiting for her at the altar.A past version of herself had chosen this dress. A girl who had never known betrayal. A girl who hadn’t learned how painful love could be.Her throat tightened.“Elena?”She flinched at the familiar voice behind her.
Adrian’s phone buzzed.At first, he barely noticed, too focused on the sight before him.Elena stood in front of the boutique’s mirror, the wedding dress hugging her frame in a way that made his chest tighten. The soft lighting in the store bathed her in a golden glow, and for a fleeting moment, it was easy to imagine a different reality—one where things had gone right, where they hadn’t been ripped apart by betrayal, lies, and time.Then, the vibration came again.And again.A strange unease coiled in his gut.Excusing himself, he stepped out of the boutique, the cool evening air brushing against his face as he pulled his phone from his pocket.Unknown Number.His jaw tightened. He hesitated a second, then swiped to open the message."You think you’ve won, but you’re not even close. You'll soon lose everything."Adrian’s grip on the phone turned to iron.A threat. Calculated. Precise. Someone was warning him off.His eyes flicked up, scanning the street. Pedestrians moved along the s
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Elena slowly opened her eyes.For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting reality sink in.Today was the day.The day she would become Adrian’s wife.A soft breath escaped her lips. She should have felt nothing but joy, anticipation, maybe even a little nervous excitement. And she did—part of her was undeniably happy. But beneath that, a strange unease curled in her chest, stubborn and unshakable.Maybe it was just wedding jitters.Or maybe… it was something else.A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts."Come in," she called, sitting up and running a hand through her hair.The door swung open, and Sophie, her friend and maid of honor, stepped in, her face glowing with excitement. She held up two coffee cups like an offering."Good morning, bride-to-be!" Sophie grinned. "I brought caffeine and a reality check. You’re getting married today."Elena let out a small laugh and took t
Elena took a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.The wedding gown fit her perfectly, hugging her figure in all the right places. The delicate lace trailed down in an ethereal cascade, the embroidery shimmering under the soft light. Her hair was styled elegantly, soft curls framing her face, her veil waiting to be placed. Everything was perfect.Except for the gnawing unease curling in her stomach.She tried to brush it off, but it lingered. An unshakable feeling that something was wrong.Her heart wasn’t pounding with excitement—it was drumming with unease.She turned to Sophie, who was adjusting the veil, her eyes twinkling with excitement."Sophie… are you sure everything’s okay?" Elena asked quietly, gripping the edge of the dressing table.Sophie frowned. "You’ve been asking that all morning. Talk to me. What’s going on?"Elena hesitated, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her gown. "I don’t know… I just feel like something bad is going to happen."
“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