Adrian sat alone on the balcony adjoining his bedroom, staring out at the estate grounds blanketed in darkness. His sharp eyes followed the paths lit dimly by security lights, noting every moving shadow, every unfamiliar shape. The letter haunted him, not just because of the words, but because Victor had come too close — far too close.Elena watched him from inside, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The sight of Adrian—so composed, so powerful—looking genuinely troubled unsettled her more than Victor's threat. She had seen Adrian go up against media storms, corporate betrayals, even public scandals without flinching. But now, there was a storm in his eyes he wasn’t showing anyone else.Unable to stay still, she stepped out onto the balcony, pulling a thick shawl around her. "Adrian," she whispered.He didn’t turn, but his hand reached out instinctively, curling around hers as she stood beside him. His grip was warm but tense."I've been thinking," Elena said quietly. "Victor wo
It began with silence.Victor disappeared for two days. No notes, no sightings, no disturbances. Adrian knew better than to relax, but the tension around the house thickened. Elena could feel it like a storm gathering overhead. Adrian barely spoke, only giving clipped orders to Ethan and the security team.Then, on the third night, the real blow landed.Adrian and Elena returned from a brief, heavily-guarded meeting with the board, only to find chaos at the mansion gates. Two of Adrian’s security SUVs were smashed against the stone pillars flanking the driveway. One vehicle was overturned, its underbelly still smoking. Security guards swarmed the area, shouting orders, searching the surrounding woods with flashlights.Adrian’s car screeched to a halt. He was out before the driver could even open the door. “What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice cutting through the commotion like a whip.His security jogged over, his usually calm demeanor cracked. “It’s bad, sir. They were amb
Adrian paced in front of them like a predator circling his prey. His voice was low, deadly calm. “Three of you are traitors,” he said. The words echoed off the high walls. “And you’ve been feeding information to the one man who dares to threaten everything I own.”Gasps rippled through the group. Some glanced nervously at each other, others stood frozen in place, fear gripping them like a vice.Adrian's investigator stepped forward, his face grim, and handed an iPad to Adrian. "Just take a look at this video. The evidence speaks for itself."Adrian's cold gaze flickered to the screen as he pressed play. The video displayed grainy footage of late-night meetings in dark alleyways, whispered exchanges, and secret transactions. Three familiar faces emerged from the shadows of deception—the gardener with graying hair, and two lower-ranking security officers.The room tensed as realization set in. The guilty men barely had time to react before Adrian's guards lunged, tackling them to the ma
The bustling shopping district was alive with its usual hum of activity, the evening air rich with the scent of fresh pastries and the sharp tang of perfume wafting from nearby boutiques.Elena weaved through the crowds with a sense of calm, her heels clicking against the pavement as she admired the evening lights. The gentle rustling of paper bags filled with shopping treasures accompanied her every step.Adrian had insisted she take the evening off, to get some fresh air and enjoy herself away from the growing tension. He needed to keep working, his mind constantly preoccupied with the threat of Victor, but for once, he had urged her to take a break. "You deserve it," he'd told her earlier, his voice soft yet filled with a rare warmth that only she could bring out of him.But tonight, peace was an illusion.Elena’s phone buzzed in her purse, snapping her out of the moment. She glanced at the screen, expecting to see a message from Adrian—perhaps checking in or sending a lighthearted
As they turned to leave the alley, Elena’s mind raced. Was this the beginning of something even darker? And if Adrian had been following her so closely, what else had he known? What had he kept from her?Before she could voice her questions, another sharp buzz interrupted her thoughts.It was a message from her security team.Victor’s getting bolder. He’s not the only threat you need to worry about.Elena froze.Adrian looked down at her, sensing the shift in her expression. “What is it?”She didn’t answer immediately. Her mind was too clouded by the message, the weight of its meaning sinking in like a stone."Adrian," she whispered, "we're not done yet."And neither was Victor.Adrian’s jaw tightened as he read the message over Elena’s shoulder. His grip on her arm instinctively tightened—not in a way that hurt, but as if he was grounding her, steadying himself against the implications of what they’d just learned.“We need to move,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Now.”Without w
The dim glow of Adrian’s office lights barely softened the sharp tension in the air. The weight of the recent attacks, the near abduction of Elena, and Victor’s relentless pursuit loomed heavily over him.He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, eyes dark with calculation as he sifted through the endless data his team had gathered. And yet, the missing piece, the final crack in Victor’s fortress, still eluded him.A knock at the door snapped him from his thoughts.“Come in,” Adrian said, his voice steady but laced with suspicion.The door creaked open, and the man who had saved him from the car accident stepped inside. He moved with deliberate ease, his eyes sharp with something Adrian immediately recognized—knowledge.“We meet again, Mr. Adrain,” the man said with a slight smirk, his hands tucked into his pockets.Elena, seated on the couch, tensed at his presence, but Adrian remained still, measuring him carefully.“You saved my life,” Adrian acknowledged. “You alerted us about thi
Adrian’s fingers drummed against the desk, the weight of the proposition suffocating the air between them. The dim light cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the turmoil in his eyes. He exhaled slowly, his mind a battlefield of strategy and emotions.Elena was still standing, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression a mixture of disbelief and defiance. “You can’t be seriously considering this,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “You’d be throwing me to the wolves.”Adrian lifted his gaze to meet hers. “No,” he said firmly. “I would be setting the trap for the wolf.”The man who had saved him from the car accident leaned back in his chair, watching Adrian with something resembling approval. “It’s the only way to end this. Victor won’t stop until he has taken everything from you. But if we control how he takes something, we control the outcome.”Elena shook her head. “This isn’t a business move, Adrian. This is my life. What if something goes wrong? W
The man’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. “Victor isn’t just a criminal. He’s an egotist. He needs to feel like he’s won before he takes the final step. That’s why we use his own nature against him. His pride is the noose we tighten around his neck.”Adrian stepped closer to Elena, his movements slow, protective. His hand found hers—warm, firm, reassuring. He threaded his fingers between hers, grounding her in the midst of her spiraling thoughts. She looked up at him, her breath shaky, eyes glistening with uncertainty.“I will find you,” Adrian said, his voice low but resolute. “Before he ever gets the chance to do anything.”She exhaled, lips trembling, and gave a small nod. “Okay,” she whispered, though the storm of fear still swirled violently in her eyes.***The night was set. Every detail had been ironed out with painstaking precision. No margin for error.The plan was simple but dangerous: bait Victor into taking the shot he’d been waiting for.El
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