All Chapters of The billionaire's secret vows : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian took a decisive step forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Sophia. His stance was firm, legs slightly apart, as he raised his arms, creating a barrier between her and the ominous shadow figure that loomed menacingly ahead. The dim light barely illuminated the contours of the figure, casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls, but Adrian's presence felt resolute. His heart raced as he sensed the palpable tension in the air, but he remained unwavering, determined to shield Sophia from whatever threat lay before them.Sophia’s heart raced, each beat echoing her fear as she clutched desperately at the back of Adrian’s jacket. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, seeking the reassuring fabric like a lifeline in a turbulent sea of uncertainty. The dim light of the alley cast long shadows that enveloped them, amplifying her anxiety.Out of the darkness stepped a figure, tall and imposing, with an air of menace that sent a chill down her spine. “Adrian Blackwood,

The silence of Blackwood Manor felt suffocating as the night stretched on, the shadows of the ancient walls seeming to close in with every passing second. The flickering of candlelight cast unsettling shapes across the grand hallway, and Sophia could feel the weight of Adrian’s tense silence beside her as they moved toward the west wing.She clung to his arm, the chill of the evening air creeping under her skin, amplifying the fear that had been building ever since the moment they had heard the first crash earlier. Her heart thudded in her chest, its erratic beat mirroring the urgency of the situation. What kind of game were they playing now?Adrian's grip on his gun was steady, his movements precise as they moved through the manor. His face remained a mask of determination, but she could see the strain in his eyes—an anxiety that only grew with every step they took deeper into the darkness of Blackwood Manor.“Do you think it’s him?” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath

Adrian tightened his grip on the gun, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. The footsteps outside the library door grew louder, more deliberate, each tap of the soles an unspoken challenge. His jaw clenched as he took a step forward, placing himself between Sophia and the danger creeping ever closer.Sophia’s voice wavered behind him, low but urgent. “Adrian, we can’t just wait here. We need to—”“I know,” he cut her off, his tone sharp but not unkind. His eyes scanned the room, calculating. “This isn’t about fighting. It’s about control. They’re trying to rattle us.”“Adrian,” she whispered again, clutching his arm. “What if this is a trap?”“It is a trap,” he replied grimly, his voice steady. “But they underestimated us.”The door to the library creaked, a faint sound that sent Sophia’s pulse into overdrive. Adrian raised his hand in a silent signal, and she stilled immediately. He stepped closer to the door, his movements smooth, controlled.The footsteps stopped.For a hear

Adrian and Sophia burst into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind them. The sharp click of the lock echoed through the small space, but the momentary safety did little to ease the storm raging in their hearts.Adrian holstered his gun, his movements quick and precise as he scanned the room for anything they could use. “We don’t have much time,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Vincent’s men will regroup and come back stronger.”Sophia nodded, pushing aside the lingering fear. “What do we do? We can’t keep running.”“We don’t,” Adrian replied firmly. He opened a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards, revealing a second laptop, additional weapons, and a stash of documents. “It’s time to take the fight to him.”Sophia crossed the room, her eyes narrowing. “How? Vincent has the resources, the connections... everything.”Adrian smirked, the edge of his lips curling into something cold and determined. “Not everything. He doesn’t have you.”She blinked, startled by the intensity

The sun broke through the horizon, painting the sky in fiery streaks of red and gold, but the weight of their victory was fleeting. The winding road stretched endlessly ahead as Adrian tightened his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched in silent determination.Sophia sat beside him, her body aching from the night’s chaos but her mind refusing to rest. She kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting Vincent's men to appear at any moment.“How long until we reach the safehouse?” she asked, her voice hoarse.“An hour,” Adrian replied, his tone calm but edged with tension. “It’s remote, secure. We can regroup there.”Sophia nodded, though unease prickled her skin. She’d learned by now that no place was truly safe, not with Vincent’s shadow looming over them.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, jolting her from her thoughts. She pulled it out and froze at the unknown number flashing on the screen.Adrian noticed her hesitation. “Answer it,” he said firmly, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirro