All Chapters of The billionaire's secret vows : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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 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

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

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