The room was bathed in shadows, broken only by the dim glow of the bedside lamp where Sophia lay unconscious. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the lingering metallic tang of blood, creating a suffocating weight in the air.Adrian crouched low, his gun steady in his grip, his heart a relentless drum in his chest. His every instinct screamed at him to eliminate the threat, but the voice from the hallway froze him in place."Come out, Blackwood. Let’s finish this."The voice was familiar—too familiar.Adrian’s blood turned to ice. His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles whitening."No. It can’t be—"Simon moved with the precision of a trained soldier, gun raised as he positioned himself by the shattered window. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning for movement. "Adrian," he murmured, "you need to get Sophia out of here. I’ll handle this."Adrian shook his head. "No," he said, voice low and lethal. "This ends tonight."The tension in the air crackled, an electric charge before a s
Darkness still clung to the edges of the room, the scent of gunpowder lingering in the air like a ghost of the chaos that had unfolded. Sophia’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers trembling as she clutched Adrian’s hand.His grip was firm, steady, but his eyes… they held something dangerous. A storm of fury.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. "Adrian… what did you do?"Adrian didn’t answer right away. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles, an unspoken promise in the gesture, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.Simon stepped forward, his face grim. "She should rest. We need to get her somewhere safe."Adrian finally exhaled, his voice a low growl. "She’s not staying here."Sophia struggled to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain in her ribs. "Adrian, you can’t keep running from this. You can’t fight every battle alone."His jaw clenched. "This isn’t just about me anymore, Sophia. Mercer sent men to kill you. This war just got personal."A shiver ran down her
The rain lashed mercilessly against the towering windows of the Bennett estate, a once-grand home now reduced to a shadow of its former glory. Sophia Bennett sat stiffly on the edge of a worn velvet chair, her hands clenched in her lap. Across the room, her father, Richard Bennett, paced back and forth, his face a grim mask of desperation.“Father, I don’t understand,” Sophia said, her voice trembling slightly. “What could possibly be so urgent that you summoned me at this hour?”Richard paused mid-step, turning to face her. The firelight flickered against the deep lines etched into his face, lines that spoke of years of financial strain and sleepless nights. His once-commanding presence was now diminished, the weight of their family’s downfall pressing heavily on his shoulders.“Sophia,” he began, his voice low and grave, “there’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll get straight to the point. Our family is on the verge of financial ruin.”Sophia’s stomach twisted. She had known things w
Sophia’s footsteps echoed through the marbled halls of Blackwood Manor as she followed a somber butler toward the drawing room. The sheer size and grandeur of the mansion were overwhelming, with its towering ceilings, gilded chandeliers, and walls adorned with priceless artwork. Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home.Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife?“This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.Sophia nodded, forcing herself to take a steadying breath. The door to the drawing room creaked open, revealing a spacious room bathed in soft, golden light. A grand piano sat in one corner, its polished surface gleaming. The air was thick with the faint scent of
Sophia sat in her small bedroom, staring at the elegant document spread out on the desk before her. The thick ivory paper and gold-embossed lettering made the contract feel more like a royal decree than a legal agreement. Yet, the words on the page were anything but romantic.This was no fairytale wedding—it was a transaction, plain and simple.She rubbed her temples, her thoughts a chaotic storm. It had been three days since her meeting with Adrian Blackwood. Three days to wrestle with the weight of her decision. Her father had been uncharacteristically silent since she agreed, retreating to his study as though ashamed to face her. Her mother, still recovering in bed, had smiled weakly when Sophia assured her everything would be fine.Only Liam, her younger brother, had the audacity to ask, “Are you sure about this?”Was she sure? Sophia wasn’t sure of anything anymore.Her eyes drifted back to the contract. It was meticulously detailed, outlining everything from her responsibilities
The day arrived far too quickly.Sophia stood before the gilded mirror in the Blackwood Manor bridal suite, staring at the woman reflected back at her. Her wedding gown was exquisite, custom-designed in white satin with delicate lace sleeves that trailed down to her wrists. It fit her perfectly, a creation that made her look like a princess—but inside, she felt more like a prisoner.Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the diamond necklace Adrian had sent that morning. It was dazzling, no doubt worth more than her family’s crumbling estate, but its weight around her neck felt suffocating.“Stop fidgeting,” whispered Fiona, one of Adrian’s hired stylists, as she pinned the last of Sophia’s hair into an elegant updo. “You look stunning, dear. Mr. Blackwood will be very pleased.”Sophia managed a faint smile, though the words offered little comfort. The last few days had been a whirlwind of fittings, rehearsals, and meetings with Adrian’s staff, all meticulously orchestrated to ensure th
Sophia woke the next morning to the sound of light rain tapping against the window. The soft gray light of dawn filled her room, accentuating the understated elegance of the space. Everything about Blackwood Manor seemed designed to intimidate, to remind her of how out of place she truly was.Her first full day as Mrs. Blackwood had begun, and with it, a new reality she was still struggling to accept.After freshening up, she made her way downstairs to the dining room, where breakfast was already being served. A long table stretched before her, adorned with silver platters and fresh-cut flowers. The smell of brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air.Adrian sat at the head of the table, reading a newspaper, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever. His presence dominated the room, even in silence.“Good morning,” she said hesitantly, unsure of the protocol in her new role.Adrian glanced up, his piercing gray eyes meeting hers. “Good morning, Sophia. Please, sit.”She took a
Sophia spent the next few days trying to adjust to her new role as Mrs. Blackwood. Adrian’s words from the library echoed in her mind: “Because you’re different.” The phrase unsettled her, not because it was untrue, but because she couldn’t decipher whether it was meant as a compliment or a warning. The charity gala loomed on the horizon, and with it, the growing pressure to present herself as Adrian’s perfect partner. Every decision he made seemed calculated, every word he said layered with meaning.Despite her outward defiance, Sophia couldn’t deny that part of her was intrigued by Adrian’s layers. She had seen glimpses of vulnerability in him, brief moments where the mask slipped. But those moments were fleeting, replaced by his usual air of authority and control.---That morning, Sophia wandered the manor, exploring its many rooms and corridors. She had hoped to find a place that felt like her own, somewhere she could breathe without feeling the weight of Blackwood Manor pressing
Darkness still clung to the edges of the room, the scent of gunpowder lingering in the air like a ghost of the chaos that had unfolded. Sophia’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers trembling as she clutched Adrian’s hand.His grip was firm, steady, but his eyes… they held something dangerous. A storm of fury.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. "Adrian… what did you do?"Adrian didn’t answer right away. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles, an unspoken promise in the gesture, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.Simon stepped forward, his face grim. "She should rest. We need to get her somewhere safe."Adrian finally exhaled, his voice a low growl. "She’s not staying here."Sophia struggled to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain in her ribs. "Adrian, you can’t keep running from this. You can’t fight every battle alone."His jaw clenched. "This isn’t just about me anymore, Sophia. Mercer sent men to kill you. This war just got personal."A shiver ran down her
The room was bathed in shadows, broken only by the dim glow of the bedside lamp where Sophia lay unconscious. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the lingering metallic tang of blood, creating a suffocating weight in the air.Adrian crouched low, his gun steady in his grip, his heart a relentless drum in his chest. His every instinct screamed at him to eliminate the threat, but the voice from the hallway froze him in place."Come out, Blackwood. Let’s finish this."The voice was familiar—too familiar.Adrian’s blood turned to ice. His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles whitening."No. It can’t be—"Simon moved with the precision of a trained soldier, gun raised as he positioned himself by the shattered window. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning for movement. "Adrian," he murmured, "you need to get Sophia out of here. I’ll handle this."Adrian shook his head. "No," he said, voice low and lethal. "This ends tonight."The tension in the air crackled, an electric charge before a s
Adrian’s pulse thundered in his ears as he clutched Sophia’s limp body against him."No, no, no—stay with me," he rasped, pressing his palm to the wound at her side. Blood seeped through his fingers, warm and unforgiving.Sophia’s lashes fluttered, a faint whimper escaping her lips. Her breathing was shallow—too shallow."Hold on, baby," Adrian whispered. "I need you to hold on."Simon cursed under his breath, stepping into the room, his gun still raised. His gaze locked onto the pool of crimson spreading beneath Sophia."Shit," he muttered. "We need to move. Now."Adrian’s head snapped up, fury burning through the despair clawing at his chest. "Who was that?!" he demanded.Simon didn’t answer immediately. His lips pressed into a grim line as he checked the bodies in the hall. "They were professionals," he said darkly. "Not just hired thugs. Someone sent them knowing exactly what they were doing."Adrian’s jaw clenched. His world was unraveling. His enemies were no longer content with
The silence after Sophia’s warning was deafening.Adrian felt the weight of her words settle like lead in his chest.They’re coming.His grip on her hand tightened as he turned to Simon, his jaw clenched. "Talk. Now."Simon exhaled, rubbing his temple, eyes flickering toward the wreckage before settling on Adrian. "I don’t know how deep this goes yet, but whoever did this? They don’t just want you dead." He glanced at Sophia, his expression unreadable. "They want to take everything from you first."Adrian’s blood ran cold. "Names. Give me a damn name, Simon."Simon hesitated. It was brief—almost imperceptible—but Adrian caught it."That’s what I’m trying to figure out," Simon muttered. "This wasn’t just some hit job, Blackwood. This was a message."Adrian’s body tensed as he stared at Simon. For days, they had been at odds, always standing on opposite sides of a fight. Now, for the first time, there was something different in Simon’s eyes—reluctance, maybe even the smallest flicker of
Darkness.Silence.Then—pain.It came in sharp waves, jolting Adrian Blackwood out of the abyss. His head pounded, the metallic taste of blood coating his tongue. Somewhere nearby, a car horn blared, shrill and unrelenting.Smoke curled in the air. Shattered glass dug into his skin. His chest heaved, lungs straining for air as he tried to move."Sophia," he rasped.His heart clenched as he turned his head, searching—And then he saw her.Sophia was slumped in the passenger seat, her body motionless. Blood streaked her forehead, trickling down her cheek. The airbag had deployed, but she wasn’t waking up.A cold, primal fear gripped Adrian’s soul."Sophia," he tried again, reaching for her. His fingers brushed against her skin—too cold, too still. His pulse roared in his ears.No. No, no, no.He struggled against his seatbelt, the strap digging into his bruised chest. Every inch of his body screamed in agony, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except getting to her.With a grunt,
Adrian Blackwood was not a patient man.He stood in the center of his war room—his penthouse transformed into a command center—eyes locked on the digital map spread across the screen. Red dots flickered across the city, his men tracking every possible lead.Sophia was out there. And she was running out of time."Sir," one of his men, Carter, spoke. "We have a location. South Docks. Simon’s men were spotted moving a black SUV into an abandoned shipyard."Adrian’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists, his body rigid with barely restrained fury.Simon had made a fatal mistake. He had taken the one thing Adrian would never let go of.Adrian turned, his voice cold and lethal."Get the cars ready. We move now."His men nodded, swiftly preparing. But Adrian wasn’t waiting.He grabbed his gun, checked the chamber, and stormed out the door.Tonight, Simon Blackwood would pay in blood.---Sophia’s body ached.The ropes binding her wrists cut into her skin, her head still throbbing from
Sophia's heart thundered as she drove away from the warehouse, her vision blurred by tears. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back, to fight, to ignore Simon's threat. But she couldn’t.Adrian’s life was on the line.She could still hear his voice—hoarse, furious, desperate—echoing in her head. SOPHIA!Her grip on the wheel tightened as a sob tore from her throat. She had done the unthinkable. She had walked away.For him.The city lights blurred as she sped through the empty streets. Her world had crumbled in the span of minutes, and there was nothing she could do but run.Simon had given her twenty-four hours to leave Adrian.But she knew—this wasn’t about divorce. This was about breaking Adrian completely.And she had just handed Simon the weapon to do it.---Adrian’s WrathPain pulsed through Adrian’s skull as he struggled to keep his head up. Blood dripped from his temple, his wrists still bound to the chair. But none of it compared to the agony burning through hi
A Love Finally at PeaceFor the first time since their marriage began, Sophia and Adrian had found peace.The storm of lies, betrayals, and distrust had finally settled, leaving behind something neither had expected—genuine happiness.Sophia stretched lazily in bed, feeling the warmth of Adrian’s arm draped over her waist. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. She turned to face him, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the quiet intensity that never seemed to leave his expression—even in sleep."You’re staring again," Adrian murmured, his lips curving into a smirk without opening his eyes.Sophia smiled. "You’re beautiful when you’re not scowling."His deep chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. "I don’t scowl.""You do. A lot."Adrian pulled her closer, pressing a lingering kiss against her forehead. "Then maybe you should keep distracting me so I don’t."Sophia laughed, letting herself sink into the warmth of his embrace.For the first ti
As the villa’s doors closed behind them, Sophia and Adrian stepped into a new day—a day that promised fresh beginnings and infinite possibilities. The echo of celebration still lingered in the corridors of Blackwood Manor, but now it was time to embrace the future they had fought so hard to secure.The morning air was crisp and clear as they emerged onto the terrace, where the first light of dawn bathed everything in soft, hopeful hues. Sophia stood for a moment, looking out at the horizon as if trying to capture every ray of gold and blush of pink. Her heart swelled with the memory of yesterday’s wedding—the vows spoken, the laughter shared, and the overwhelming feeling that every hardship had been worth it.Adrian stepped up beside her, his hand gently squeezing hers. “I can’t believe we’re here,” he murmured, his eyes following the sunrise over the distant skyline. “Every sunrise now reminds me that our journey has only just begun.”Sophia turned to him, her eyes sparkling with bot