Novels by Haileybeybey

Clara’s POVI walked through the space slowly, letting my fingers brush over the edges of the sculptures, the frames of the paintings. Each piece held hours of thought, of struggle, of quiet moments when I questioned whether it was worth the effort. Now, standing among them, I realized that the fight hadn’t been just about Marcus, or the headlines, or even Adrian. It had been about claiming the right to create, to live, to make choices without fear.“Clara?”I turned to see Sophia standing at the entrance, a coffee in each hand. Her smile was soft, but her eyes were sharp as always.“You’ve got that look,” she said, handing me a cup. “Like you’re about to collapse from relief or explode from adrenaline. Hard to tell which.”I accepted the coffee, taking a slow sip. “Maybe both,” I admitted. “It’s been… intense.”Sophia stepped closer, lowering her voice. “The board confirmed Adrian’s moves this morning. Everything’s official. Marcus Hale has no leverage anymore. No one can touch him.”

Adrian’s POVThe morning after the exhibition opened, my phone did not stop vibrating. Messages stacked faster than I could read them. Investors. Partners. Media requests. Allies who had stayed silent suddenly remembered my number.I ignored most of it. Because I knew what came after visibility.Reaction.I stood in my office, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, staring at the skyline. The city looked the same as always, but I felt different inside it. Clara’s exhibition had done more than succeed. It had shifted something. Not just in public opinion—but in power.And power does not like to be challenged.Sophia knocked once and entered without waiting.“They’re circling,” she said.“Who?” I asked, though I already knew.“Everyone who pretended to be neutral,” she replied. “They want statements. Clarifications. Reassurances.”“About Clara?” I asked.“About you,” she corrected. “And whether you’re ‘stable.’”I almost smiled. “That word always comes out when men lose control.”She nodded. “M

Clara’s POVThe day before the exhibition opened felt heavier than the days of fear that came before it.The gallery smelled like fresh paint and metal polish. Final adjustments were happening everywhere. Lights were tested. Labels aligned. Security moved in patterns that were now familiar to me.I stood in the center of the main hall, arms folded, staring at the largest installation.It looked different today.Not because it had changed, but because I had.“Clara.”I turned to see Sophia walking toward me, tablet in hand, heels clicking softly against the floor.“You haven’t eaten,” she said.“That obvious?” I asked.She nodded. “You’re vibrating.”I smiled faintly. “I’ll eat after.”“That’s what you said yesterday.”“And the day before,” I admitted.She glanced at the installation. “It’s powerful.”“So is pressure,” I replied.She tilted her head. “You’re handling it better than most people would.”“I don’t feel like I am,” I said.“That’s because you care,” she replied. “Indifferen

Adrian’s POVThat was how the office felt the morning after Marcus Hale’s investigation became public. Knight Global’s headquarters was quieter than usual, but not calm. Every assistant moved carefully. Every executive spoke in lowered voices. People were waiting to see what I would do next.So was the world.I stood by the window in my office, looking down at the city. From this height, everything looked controlled. Ordered. But I knew better. One wrong move could still bring everything down.The door knocked once.“Come in,” I said.Sophia stepped inside, tablet tucked under her arm. Her face was sharp, focused, but there was relief under it.“You’re trending again,” she said.I sighed. “Good or bad?”“Better,” she replied. “Public sentiment is shifting. People like a man who doesn’t back down.”“They like a story,” I corrected.She nodded. “And right now, you’re winning the narrative.”“For now,” I said.Sophia studied me. “You don’t sound satisfied.”“I’m not finished,” I replied.

Clara’s POVThe city was still bustling. Cars still rushed past. People still laughed into their phones. Coffee shops still opened their doors like nothing was wrong. But for me, everything felt sharper. Louder. Like the world had turned its volume up and forgotten to turn it back down.Adrian slept beside me, but his rest was light. I could tell by the way his breathing changed whenever my body moved even slightly. He was always listening now. Always ready.I watched him for a long moment.This man had stood in front of cameras and boards and powerful enemies and chosen truth over safety. Chosen me over convenience.The weight of that pressed heavy on my chest.I slipped out of bed quietly and moved to the kitchen. The apartment was still dim, early morning light barely touching the edges of the room. I poured coffee and leaned against the counter, trying to calm my thoughts.My phone buzzed.Nora.I hesitated, then answered. “Good morning.”“Is it?” she asked dryly.I sighed. “Proba

Adrian’s POVI have faced hostile takeovers, public collapses, and men who smiled while planning my destruction.None of that prepared me for the fear of losing her.When Sophia said the word war, I felt it settle in my bones. Not like panic. Like clarity. Marcus Hale had crossed from manipulation into open attack. And once a man does that, there is no turning back.Clara stood beside me, her hand in mine. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t hesitate. That mattered more than she knew.“Tell me everything,” I said to Sophia.She dropped her bag on the table and opened her tablet. “Marcus filed an injunction claiming regulatory violations. He’s pushing for a formal investigation into Knight Global’s governance.”“He’s lying,” Clara said quietly.“Yes,” Sophia agreed. “But lies don’t need to be true. They just need to be loud.”I exhaled slowly. “How long?”“Forty-eight hours before the review board decides whether to freeze assets or limit your authority,” Sophia replied.Clara’s grip tigh