Adrian paced the length of his penthouse, his every step echoing through the vast space. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the sprawling cityscape, a glittering expanse of lights stretching far beyond his reach. Normally, he found solace in this view, in the power it representedâthe empire he had built with precision and control.But tonight, none of it mattered.His fingers curled into fists at his sides. His mind was a battlefield, sharp and calculating, dissecting every possibility, every angle. He had faced powerful adversaries beforeârivals, traitors, men who underestimated him and paid the price. But this was different.This wasnât business.This was Elena.And someone had dared to threaten her.Across the room, Elena sat curled up on the sleek leather couch, her arms wrapped around herself as if warding off a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. She hadnât spoken much since they arrived, hadnât argued when he insisted she stay here. The weight of it all pressed
Adrian barely slept. His mind refused to shut down, replaying every detail, every clue, every unanswered question about the stalker.By morning, he was already making calls, issuing orders, tightening security even further. Whoever was behind this was slipping through cracks he hadnât even realized existed. And that meant they werenât just skilled.They were dangerous.Elena, on the other hand, tried to go about her morning as normally as possible. She refused to be locked in fear, even as the weight of the past few days settled heavy on her chest.But the tension never left.Every time her phone buzzed, her stomach twisted. Every time she stepped outside, she felt watched.Paranoia or reality? She didnât know anymore.By midday, Adrian had arranged for her to meet with his private investigator. She didnât like being escorted everywhere, but after last night, she wasnât arguing.She was halfway through reviewing a file when a sharp knock at her office door made her tense.âElena?â Sop
The room felt suffocating, the walls pressing in with the weight of something unseen yet powerful. Elenaâs heart pounded, the sound almost deafening in her ears. The man standing before her had just spoken words that sent an icy chill through her veins."Itâs about your family."The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room changed.Adrian stepped closer, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. He positioned himself slightly in front of Elena, his protective instincts taking over. His eyes, dark and calculating, locked onto the man with a deadly intensity."Start talking," Adrian commanded, his voice low, sharp. There was no room for negotiation in his tone.The man held his gaze for a moment before exhaling, his expression unreadable. He wasnât in a hurry to explain, which only made Elena more anxious."Your father made an enemy years ago," the man finally said, his voice measured, careful. "A powerful man. Someo
He paused, but didnât turn around. "Letâs just say I owe you one, and I know what itâs like to be where you are."And then, without another word, he walked out.Elena stared at the door long after he was gone, her mind racing with everything she had just heard.Her father had unknowingly made an enemy.Adrian had unknowingly crossed the same man.And now, she was caught in the middle of a storm that had been brewing for years.She turned to Adrian, her voice barely above a whisper."What do we do now?"Adrianâs expression was unreadable, but his voice was firm."We donât wait for him to make the first move."===Later on, Adrian stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze locked on the sprawling city skyline. The towering buildings, the shifting lights, the rhythmic pulse of life belowâit was all so familiar, yet tonight, it felt distant. Like a battlefield waiting for the next move.The room was eerily silent, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock. Normally, he thrived in t
The morning was unnervingly quiet. Too quiet.Elena stood in the kitchen, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, but she wasnât drinking it. The rich aroma filled the space, but she barely noticed. Instead, her gaze was fixed outside the large glass windows, watching the sun slowly rise over the city skyline.Normally, she found comfort in the way the first golden rays of daylight touched the rooftops, spreading warmth and life over the streets below.But today, it felt different.Today, there was an unease curling around her like an unseen fog.The weight of the previous revelation still sat heavy in her chest. Someone from Adrianâs pastâan enemyâhad resurfaced, bringing with him a grudge that had survived over a decade. And worse, it wasnât just about Adrian. Her father was involved in this, too.A slow, anxious sigh escaped her lips.Was this revenge for something her father had done? Or something Adrian had done? Or both?She tightened her grip on the cup, as if it could anchor he
The city stretched out before Adrian, a glittering maze of glass and steel, bathed in the golden hues of the late morning sun. From his officeâs floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see everythingâthe bustling streets below, the towering skyscrapers, the illusion of control that came with standing above it all.But today, the view held no meaning.His mind was elsewhere.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished office desk, his jaw set in a grim line. The events from earlier played on repeat in his mind, each detail sharpened to precision.A bullet. A note. A silent promise of revenge.Adrian wasnât a man easily rattled. He had built an empire with his own hands, outmaneuvered rivals, crushed threats before they could materialize into real danger. But something about thisâthe patience, the precision, the personal nature of the warningâunsettled him.Whoever was behind this wasnât just sending a message. They were playing a game.A game he hadnât realized he was part of.A sh
The man who saved Adrain from the car accident sat forward, locking eyes with Adrian and Elena as the room thickened with tension, the air so heavy it seemed to press against their chests. His voice came low, deliberate. âThe enemy youâve been dealing withâĶ itâs Victor Langley.âAdrianâs brows furrowed instantly, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes. The name scratched at the edges of his memory, elusive yet disturbingly familiar, like a ghost lurking in forgotten corners of his past.âVictor Langley?â Elena repeated, her voice laced with confusion. âI donât recognize the name.âThe man nodded solemnly. âYou wouldnât. Victor has always worked in the shadows, orchestrating chaos without showing his face. Heâs the kind who lets others crumble while he pulls the strings behind the curtain. But this... this is personal. I have every reason to believe he holds a grudge against both of you, and it runs deep.âAdrianâs eyes narrowed as his entire demeanor shifted into controlled steel. âW
The room settled into a heavy, almost suffocating silence after the man left, leaving Adrian and Elena alone with the staggering truth. The quiet wasnât peacefulâit was dense, charged, like the calm before a storm. The name Victor Langley echoed in their minds, a name neither of them could now forget.Elena paced the room, her heels tapping nervously against the floor. Her fingers tangled in her hair as she murmured, half to herself, half to Adrian. âAll this timeâĶ weâve been chasing shadows, thinking it was just corporate sabotage, competitors trying to unsettle us. But it was always him. Always Victor.âAdrian stood unmoving by the window, staring out at the city skyline, though his thoughts were miles away. His reflection in the glass looked colder, harder, as realization sunk deeper. Slowly, he turned to face her, arms folding tightly across his chest, his expression unreadable.âIt explains the precision,â Adrian said quietly, voice edged with steel. âThe timing. The familiarity.
âNo. Donât lock the leak. Keep the route open. Weâre baiting them.âAnother pause. Adrainâs fingers tapped the edge of the desk lightly.âThey bypassed surface-level security. That wasnât random. Someoneâs been insideâknows our system language. I want full trace protocols on the backend. Key mirroring. Subtle algorithm shifts. Anything theyâve left behind.âHe listened, eyes never leaving Elena.âYes. Remote only. Do not alert IT. Donât even breathe a word in our system channels. If anyone asks, say weâre on routine maintenance.âHe ended the call.Elena came beside him, her fingers grazing the back of his hand. âYouâre setting a trap.ââWeâre giving them a stage,â he corrected. âLet them feel safe. Let them perform.âShe tilted her head, her voice soft. âAnd then?âHe turned to her, eyes gleaming in the low light. âThen the curtain falls.âHe moved to the liquor cabinet and poured two glassesâone 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. âLook. Look at this! Thereâs been an unauthorized transactionâmassive funds have just been moved out of one of the companyâs sub-accounts.âAdrain snatched the device and scanned the screen. His breath caught. âTwenty-five million dollars... gone?ââItâs real. It just happened,â she said. âOur system just flagged it as an anomaly because of the destination accountâitâs masked.ââGet the tech team on the line. Now!â Adrain ordered, already heading toward his office with Elena right behind him.Within minutes, the companyâs head of cybersecurity, appeared on the large screen in the home office, his face pale.âSir, we just noticed it as well. The system flagged it seconds after the funds moved.ââWho the hell did this?â Adrainâs voice was laced with ice.âWeâre still tracing it. The hacker covered their tracks with precision. This wasnât amateur workâthis 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 himâfour in totalâeach with their heads slightly lowered, avoiding the furious gaze of the man they feared more than death itself.âSo,â Elias finally said, his voice cold and slow like a blade being drawn. âYou mean to tell meâĶ even after planning this for over a week, with the timing perfect, the positioning flawlessâĶ you still couldnât cause one simple accident?âSilence.One of the men, lean and dark-haired, cleared his throat and stepped forward hesitantly. âBoss, weâwe almost had it. It was so close. The car exited on schedule, we followed the pattern, and everything was on trackâââAnd yet,â Elias cut in, glaring, âsheâs alive. Again.ââThey out did us and crossed before the train did, they used the train to their advantage, boss,â another spok
She smiled at himâactually smiled. âAdrian, it was like something out of an action movie. I swear, my heart hasnât stopped pounding.âAdrianâs jaw clenched. âThatâs not funny.ââI know, I know,â she said quickly, putting her hands up in surrender. âBut weâre alive, right? Safe. You should have seen my driverâhe pulled the craziest move. Those guys almost caught up to us, but then the trainâoh my God, Adrianâthe train!âShe broke into a laugh, the tension of adrenaline still unraveling from her bones.âWe were being chased, and then out of nowhere, a trainâs approaching, full speed. My driver saw it, gauged the timing and boomâwe made it across just seconds before it passed. The attackers got stuck on the other side. I think I screamed.ââYou think you screamed?â Adrian stared at her, eyes blazing. âElena, you were nearly killed. Again.âShe reached out and cupped his face, softening her tone. âI 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 Wolfeâs men sat silently, watching the entrance of Elenaâs office building through tinted windows.A call came in.Eliasâs voice cut through like a blade. âSheâs 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,â his voice darkened, âwe strike him badly.ââYes, sir,â one of the men answered. âWeâll make it look like an accident.âElias ended the call with a smirk and stared at the city skyline from his penthouse. âLetâs see how much strength you still have, Adrian.âThe day had been oddly quietâtoo 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.âEverything okay, maâam?â he asked as she settled into the backseat.Elena smiled. âYes. Letâs head home.âT
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 poiseâunshaken 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.âYouâre here,â she said with a breath of surprise. âAfter everythingâĶâElena accepted the coffee and smiled. âThey want me to crawl back into hiding. But I wonât 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 cafÃĐ district on the outskirts of the city. Smoke hissed from the crumpled hood as bystanders screamed and rushed toward the wreck.Inside the second vehicleâthe intended targetâno 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 doneâjust 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 âItâs Elenaâ 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. âThatâs bold. Even for you.ââI donât have the luxury of waiting around,â Adrian said plainly. âI built my company to withstand stormsâeconomic, corporate, even personal. And through every storm, weâve delivered results, year after year.âHe let that settle before continuing. âI know the others will come with flashy slides and empty promises. I came with proof. And with relationships that werenât built yesterday.âMr. Stan chuckled, leaning back. âYou always did know when to strike. And youâre rightâwe go way back. Weâve seen how your company weathered chaos and came out on top every single time.âCrane exchanged a glance with the third executive, then nodded slowly. âSo what are you offering today?âAdrian slid the folder toward them. âEverything you asked forâand more. With guarantees. No delays. No press. Just results.âThe 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 wasnât silence filled with tensionâit 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.âWe need to talk,â she said, folding her hands together.âI know,â Adrian nodded. âThe deal.âShe leaned in slightly. âYou said it yourselfâitâs one of the biggest weâve ever aimed for. If we secure it, we bury Elias and any threat from within the board. But weâve got problems.âAdrian rubbed his jaw. âThe board knows about the deal. Which means our moleâMr. Trentâknows too. Elias has his ears and likely already made moves to sabotage or outbid us.ââAnd other companies are in the race,â Elena added. âBigger names, hungry to win, with no drama dragging them down.âAdrianâs eyes