Romances de Fah-fah

Adrien Cross’s hand wouldn’t stop shaking. The phone lit up his palm, the screen too bright in the dim office, and was stabbing at his eyes. The words stuck, twisting in his gut like glass he couldn’t spit out: Look closer, Adrien. The traitor’s already in your bed.He read it again, like maybe he had gotten it wrong. He hadn’t.His stomach twisted, heat crawled up his throat, his breath coming out rough like his chest had closed shut. He just stood there in the office. The city lights blinked at him like a thousand mocking eyes, like they already knew. The gala memories wouldn’t leave him, the gunshot, glass raining down, the sting in his ears. Over and over, the moment looped, carving itself deeper until it felt like his skull had been branded. Someone had tried to end him tonight.Somebody close was feeding him to the wolves. And now this text is a pointed, deliberate strike aimed straight at Damien Wolfe. The man he had let in. The man who was supposed to protect him. That stare

Adrien Cross stared at the mess of glass on the office floor, the scotch bleeding into the cracks like it wanted to sink all the way down. It looked like broken promises, nothing else. His hand clenched around the phone, the message stamped on him like a brand: Sleep well, Adrien. I’m watching.Lucian Vega’s voice in his head was taunting, too sharp, too smug. Someone had tried to end him tonight. And worse, someone close was feeding him out like scraps. His Empire, which was strong, steel and untouchable suddenly felt like a child's play.“Adrien.” Isabella’s voice was steady, but her eyes weren’t. She stood in the doorway, holding her phone tight, and then watching him like she was already counting the damage “Security’s sweeping every floor. The burner’s locked down but IT’s already digging. We’ll have a name soon.”“Soon’s useless,” Adrien bit out, his voice low and venom-laced. He stalked to the window, the city stretched calm and cruel outside, glittering like it wanted to mo

Adrien Cross didn’t flinch. Not when the glass wall exploded in a storm of shards. Not even when the bullet flew past his ear. Not even when the screams ripped the air open and turned the gala into a war zone.Adrien didn’t move. He couldn’t. His heart was beating so fast like it was going to explode.Around him the crowd broke apart. The crowd became chaotic. Rich men and women crawling under the tables to seek cover and protection. Their dresses are tearing and their jewellery flashing under the light. Glasses broken and champagne spilling on the floor.His empire. His fortress. Was split wide open for the world to see. He was supposed to be untouchable. Now he was a target.Security swarmed in, their voices cracking over the roar, herding bodies toward the exits. Adrien touched his ear, his fingers coming away wet. He felt blood. Just a graze though, but it was close enough to feel death’s breath scrape against his skin.He dragged it across his sleeve, his jaw clenched. No one cou

“Your rivals must hate you tonight.”The man said it with a half smile that didn’t even reach his eyes, envy bleeding through his breath. Adrien didn’t even bother to slow down. He gave him a quick smile, which was gone as soon as it showed and kept on walking. The man’s eyes dropped first. Adrien didn’t need to answer. Silence said more than he ever would.Adrien Cross is thirty two years old and already a self made billionaire. And the youngest CEO of Cross Enterprises. He is mean and ruthless, he didn't even feel the weight of the world he carried it like as if it belonged to him daring anyone to take it back. Cross Enterprise is one of the most talked about companies and Adrien posed as a machine of glass and steel devours his rivals for breakfast and splits out billions.Tonight, in his Manhattan penthouse, which is a three story building with floor-to-ceiling windows and marble that gleamed too much, he was on display. A gala for the newest acquisition, a hostile takeover dres