Adrian Blackwood stepped out of the boardroom, victory clinging to his skin like a second layer of armor. But he knew better than to bask in it. Reginald Vaughn wouldn’t accept defeat so easily.Beside him, Sophia’s fingers were interlaced with his, grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected. He turned to her, taking in the fire in her eyes—the same fire that had burned when she had defended him in that room.“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured.Sophia scoffed. “You think I’d let some power-hungry executive take you down? Please.”Lauren approached, phone in hand, her expression taut with urgency. “We have a problem.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “What now?”Lauren hesitated before handing him the screen. A news article flashed before his eyes. His stomach turned to stone.BILLIONAIRE ADRIAN BLACKWOOD UNDER FIRE: NEW ACCUSATIONS SURFACE FROM HIS PASTSophia leaned closer, reading along with him.An anonymous source has come forward with shocking allegations against Blackwood Corporati
Sophia’s breath hitched in her throat. Adrian’s sharp gaze locked onto hers, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his stance spoke volumes. Across from him, Lauren remained silent, her posture stiff, as if she had been caught in the act of something unforgivable.Sophia’s pulse pounded in her ears. “What truth are you hiding?”Adrian exhaled sharply. “It’s not what you think.”She let out a humorless laugh, folding her arms. “Then explain it to me. Because from where I’m standing, it looks a lot like you and Lauren are keeping secrets from me.”Lauren glanced at Adrian, hesitating. Then, as if sensing that her presence would only make things worse, she cleared her throat. “I’ll let you handle this.” With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.Sophia crossed her arms, fixing Adrian with a look that dared him to lie to her. “I’m waiting.”Adrian dragged a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. “Sophia, this isn’t about you.”She
Sophia stood frozen in Adrian’s embrace, her mind spinning with Mercer’s words.Do you really know the man you married?She wanted to push the thought away, wanted to believe Adrian had told her everything. But the way his body tensed, the way his jaw clenched, and the way he had dismissed Mercer so quickly—it all gnawed at her.Adrian pulled back slightly, his hands firm on her waist. “Don’t let him get into your head, Sophia.”She met his gaze, searching for reassurance in those stormy blue eyes. “Then tell me, Adrian. Tell me everything.”His fingers tightened against her hips before he exhaled and stepped away. “Not now.”Sophia’s stomach twisted. “If not now, then when?”Adrian turned his back to her, rubbing his temples as if she was just another problem on a long list of crises he had to solve.That stung.“Damn it, Adrian, I’m your wife!” she snapped. “You don’t get to shut me out.”Adrian whirled around, his expression dark with frustration. “And you don’t get to demand answe
Chapter 41: Shattered IllusionsSophia’s breath felt heavy in her chest as she held Adrian’s gaze. His promise to prove himself lingered in the air between them, a fragile thing she wasn’t sure she could believe in.Trust. He asked for it, yet he withheld the very truths she needed.The weight of the day pressed down on her. The boardroom battle, Mercer’s threats, Lauren’s cryptic conversation—it all pointed to secrets far deeper than Adrian had admitted.She took a step back, needing space. “Then start now,” she said. “Prove it.”Adrian ran a hand through his hair, frustration flashing in his stormy eyes. “Sophia, I can’t give you all the answers tonight.”“Why not?” Her voice rose. “Because you still don’t trust me?”He exhaled sharply. “Because some things take time.”She shook her head. “That’s not good enough anymore, Adrian.”For a long moment, neither spoke. The tension in the room stretched between them, taut and unrelenting. Then Adrian turned away, as if retreating into hims
Adrian stood frozen, the sound of Sophia’s retreating footsteps echoing through his office. A sharp, twisting ache coiled in his chest—something dangerously close to regret. He had expected her anger. Expected her distrust. But the way she had looked at him, as if he had become just another person who had let her down, unsettled him more than he cared to admit. Lauren stepped back inside, her expression unreadable. “That went well.” Adrian shot her a sharp look. “Not now, Lauren.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “What’s the plan? The media is eating this up, and Mercer is fueling the fire. If we don’t control the narrative now, it’ll spiral.” Adrian pinched the bridge of his nose. Damage control wasn’t the problem. He could handle the media, the board, even Mercer. But Sophia? For the first time in years, he wasn’t sure how to fix something. “Schedule a press conference,” he said after a moment. Lauren raised a brow. “A press conference?” “We’re going public.” His voice was
The press conference had ended, but the storm was far from over.As soon as Adrian and Sophia stepped off the stage, the reporters erupted into chaos, shouting more questions, flashing cameras blinding them with every step. Security stepped in, forming a wall between them and the press as they were escorted through a back exit.Sophia barely registered the voices around her.Her mind was still stuck on what Adrian had said."I married her because I wanted to."Not because he had to. Not because of business.It wasn’t the words themselves that left her shaken—it was the way he had said them. Steady. Unyielding. And maybe… even sincere.But she couldn’t afford to believe in sincerity. Not after everything.The car was waiting for them, black and sleek, its tinted windows promising a temporary escape from the chaos. The second they slid inside, Sophia exhaled sharply, pressing her palms against her lap to steady herself.Adrian sat beside her, silent, his face unreadable as the car pulle
Sophia’s fingers trembled as she stared at the ominous messages on her phone. The words burned into her mind, each letter dripping with unspoken threats.Unknown Number: You’re playing a dangerous game, Sophia. You might want to reconsider your choices before it’s too late.Her pulse thundered in her ears. Every rational part of her wanted to dismiss it as a cruel intimidation tactic, Mercer’s latest attempt to shake her. But there was something unsettling about the wording, something that made doubt creep under her skin.Because wasn’t that what she had been feeling all along?She had spent weeks questioning Adrian’s every move, every decision. And now, a faceless warning was echoing the very thoughts she had buried deep inside.She sucked in a sharp breath. She needed to think.Her gaze flickered toward the door. Adrian was somewhere in the manor, likely in his office, brooding over Mercer’s latest attack. A part of her wanted to confront him, demand the truth—whatever it was. But
Sophia’s heart pounded as she watched Adrian close the folder, his expression unreadable. The silence between them was thick, charged with tension that felt impossible to break.She had demanded the truth.Now she had to be ready for it.Adrian exhaled, his fingers pressing against the desk. “Sit down, Sophia.”“I’d rather stand.”His lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers.“You already know Mercer wants my company,” Adrian began. “What you don’t know is how far he’s willing to go to get it.”Sophia crossed her arms. “I gathered that much from the blackmail, the media attacks, and the mysterious threats on my phone.”Adrian stiffened. “What threats?”Sophia pulled out her phone, scrolling to the anonymous messages and holding them out. Adrian grabbed it, his eyes darkening as he read. His grip tightened around the device like he wanted to crush it.“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” His voice
The rhythmic hum of the private jet filled the cabin, a stark contrast to the turbulence that had once dominated their lives. Sophia sat by the window, gazing at the endless stretch of clouds below, the golden hues of sunset painting the sky in shades of fire and honey. Beside her, Adrian poured them both a glass of wine, his fingers brushing hers as he handed her the crystal flute. "To new beginnings," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She turned to him, her heart swelling. "To us." Their glasses clinked softly, the sound a quiet promise between them. Sophia took a sip, letting the crisp taste linger on her tongue before setting her glass down. She watched Adrian, the way the warm glow of the cabin lights softened his sharp features. For years, he had built walls around himself, but here, now, they were gone. "You’re staring," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. Sophia rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe I just like what I see." Adrian chuckled, setti
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blackwood Manor, casting golden streaks over the polished wooden floors. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no tension in the air, no looming threat, no waiting for the next move in a battle they never asked for.Sophia stretched beneath the covers, blinking against the soft light. The space beside her was empty, but the lingering warmth in the sheets told her Adrian hadn’t been gone for long. A quiet sense of peace settled over her, unfamiliar yet welcome.The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the air, luring her from bed. She slipped on a robe and padded down the hallway, her bare feet making no sound against the cool marble floors.In the kitchen, Adrian stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with a surprising ease that made her pause. The sight of him—barefoot, dressed in only sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt, his dark hair slightly mussed—was something she never expected to see."You cook
Sophia barely slept that night. Adrian’s warning echoed in her mind, a constant loop of unease. Mercer had exhausted every legal and strategic avenue to destroy Adrian—now, only desperation remained. And desperate men were dangerous. She sat up in bed, glancing at the clock. 3:27 AM. The house was silent, but she could feel the tension thick in the air, as though the walls themselves anticipated what was coming next. Unable to shake the restlessness, she slipped out of bed, wrapping herself in a robe. When she reached the hallway, she wasn’t surprised to find Adrian in his office, the glow of his computer screen illuminating the sharp angles of his face. His jaw was clenched, eyes narrowed at whatever he was reading. He didn’t look up as she entered. “What happened?” she asked quietly, already dreading the answer. Adrian exhaled through his nose, finally turning the screen towards her. The headline made her stomach drop. Blackwood Manor Security Breached—Gunshots Reported at Priv
The walls of Blackwood Manor seemed to hum with an unseen energy. Sophia sat beside Adrian in his office, watching the press conference unfold in real-time. The once-powerful Daniel Mercer stood frozen, his carefully crafted composure crumbling under the weight of undeniable evidence. Mercer’s lips parted, his expression flickering between fury and disbelief. “This is absurd. I—” “Mr. Mercer, are you denying that these bank records belong to you?” a reporter interrupted, voice sharp. “Because if so, I’d like to inform you that independent forensic analysts have already verified their authenticity.” More questions rained down. “Are you aware that the SEC is launching an immediate investigation into your dealings?” “How do you explain these offshore accounts?” “Are you stepping down from Mercer Industries?” Mercer gripped the podium, his knuckles white. “I am the victim of a malicious attack—” “Your own emails show otherwise,” another reporter cut in. “We have correspondence li
The air inside Blackwood Manor was thick with unspoken tension, each second stretching into an unbearable weight. Sophia stood in Adrian’s office, heart pounding as she replayed Mercer’s venomous declaration on the news."But let me make one thing clear—this isn’t over."Sophia clenched her fists.Mercer was backed into a corner, but a wounded predator was always the most dangerous.She turned to Adrian, who was watching the news feed with cold, calculating eyes. There was no fear in his expression, no hesitation—only quiet, deadly resolve.Sophia stepped closer. “He’s going to come after us harder now.”Adrian smirked, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment. “Let him.”His confidence was unwavering, but Sophia knew better than to underestimate Mercer. The man had built an empire on secrets, manipulation, and ruthless ambition. He wouldn’t just roll over and accept defeat.She inhaled sharply. “What’s our next move?”Adrian shut off the monitor, turning to face her fully. “We
The night air outside Blackwood Manor was thick with tension, an unspoken promise of the storm ahead. Inside, Sophia sat in the library, her thoughts tangled in the web of secrets, betrayals, and looming threats. The fire crackled beside her, casting flickering shadows across the dark mahogany shelves, but its warmth did little to ease the chill settling in her bones.Adrian had gone quiet after his phone call, his expression unreadable as he left for his office. She knew him well enough now to recognize the shift—the calm before the tempest. Whatever move he had set in motion was irreversible.She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or terrified.Her father’s warning still rang in her ears."Mercer doesn’t lose gracefully."She clenched her jaw. Well, neither did she.Pushing herself up from the couch, she crossed the hallway, her bare feet barely making a sound against the cold marble. The heavy doors to Adrian’s office were slightly ajar, and she hesitated only for a second before s
Sophia stood in the dimly lit study, her pulse still racing from Adrian’s words. We fight back. Together.She wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that this wasn’t just another calculated move. But trust wasn’t something that came easily anymore—not when deception had become their foundation.Adrian watched her, waiting. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely restrained frustration in his stance. He wasn’t used to people questioning him, least of all his own wife.Sophia took a deep breath, nodding. “Fine. We fight back. But I need to know everything, Adrian. No more secrets, let's fight this like we fight before.”His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Agreed.”Sophia crossed her arms. “Then start talking. What’s the plan?”Adrian exhaled, moving toward his desk. He opened a drawer, pulling out a folder thick with documents and photographs. He spread them out on the desk, motioning for her to step closer.“This is everything we have on Mercer,” he said. “His business de
Sophia’s heart pounded as she watched Adrian close the folder, his expression unreadable. The silence between them was thick, charged with tension that felt impossible to break.She had demanded the truth.Now she had to be ready for it.Adrian exhaled, his fingers pressing against the desk. “Sit down, Sophia.”“I’d rather stand.”His lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers.“You already know Mercer wants my company,” Adrian began. “What you don’t know is how far he’s willing to go to get it.”Sophia crossed her arms. “I gathered that much from the blackmail, the media attacks, and the mysterious threats on my phone.”Adrian stiffened. “What threats?”Sophia pulled out her phone, scrolling to the anonymous messages and holding them out. Adrian grabbed it, his eyes darkening as he read. His grip tightened around the device like he wanted to crush it.“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” His voice
Sophia’s fingers trembled as she stared at the ominous messages on her phone. The words burned into her mind, each letter dripping with unspoken threats.Unknown Number: You’re playing a dangerous game, Sophia. You might want to reconsider your choices before it’s too late.Her pulse thundered in her ears. Every rational part of her wanted to dismiss it as a cruel intimidation tactic, Mercer’s latest attempt to shake her. But there was something unsettling about the wording, something that made doubt creep under her skin.Because wasn’t that what she had been feeling all along?She had spent weeks questioning Adrian’s every move, every decision. And now, a faceless warning was echoing the very thoughts she had buried deep inside.She sucked in a sharp breath. She needed to think.Her gaze flickered toward the door. Adrian was somewhere in the manor, likely in his office, brooding over Mercer’s latest attack. A part of her wanted to confront him, demand the truth—whatever it was. But