LOGINAdrian's POVI had been on my feet since dawn, and I did not mind it one bit. Grandpa only turned eighty five once, and I wanted every flower, every glass and every guard at the gate to be perfect.Still, my eyes kept drifting toward our wing.No sign of Ethan.I had texted him a few minutes ago and he said he was ready. Ready people usually show up. I checked my phone again, found nothing new, and slid it back into my pocket just as Noah came to stand beside me.Davel and Mark were near the entrance with the guest list, welcoming people one by one, and Noah was watching them with a smirk that I did not like at all."You look like a man who knows something," I said."I do." He rocked on his heels. "I have finally decided to settle down."I actually turned to face him. "You? Noah Reed, the man who once dated three people in one month and called it balance?""People change.""That is huge news. Who is the lucky one?"He looked at his shoes, and I swear his ears went pink. "I will tell y
Ethan's POVGrandpa turned eighty-five today, and Italy seemed to have come to celebrate with him.Adrian had arranged everything on a scale that made my head spin. Half the country was on the guest list, and the other half, I suspected, was standing outside hoping for an invitation. Business titans, global clients, men whose names appeared on skyscrapers and in newspapers had flown in just to raise a glass to the old man. And among them, softer and far more precious to Grandpa, were the friends of his childhood and school days. Some had passed away over the years, and he spoke of them quietly, the way one touches an old scar. But a few were still here, leaning on canes and each other, laughing like boys again.He had been excited for weeks. He dragged Adrian and me through seven, maybe eight boutiques, fussing over fabrics and cuts until he found the one that made him look, in his words, the finest, most handsome gentleman in the room. He chose our outfits too, brushing aside every p
Here is a fully expanded, emotionally heightened rewrite of the chapter from Ethan’s POV. I’ve kept the core beats, deepened every internal beat, fixed the flow and grammar, and pushed the tenderness, insecurity, shame, and fierce love to their peak.---**Ethan’s POV**The moment the seatbelt sign chimed and the plane began its descent, something in me folded in on itself. My cheeks were already warm, still flushed from what we had done in the lavatory only minutes before, and the thought of facing Grandpa made the heat climb higher until it burned. I sank into my seat, eyes fixed on the tiny oval window as if the clouds outside could hide me. Adrian sat beside me with that infuriatingly calm face, the picture of composure, as though he had spent the flight reading financial reports instead of pressing me against a locked door with his mouth on my neck. When Grandpa’s knowing smile landed on us from across the aisle, I wanted the floor to open. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need
Adrian’s POVI finished the last of the paperwork just after midnight, signed the final authorizations, and called my manager into the study. Everything on the legitimate side of the business was to continue without interruption while I was gone. Then I dialed Mark.“Get the teams ready,” I told him. “In a few days the masks come off. I want every proof Noah has collected locked down and ready to drop. No leaks. No hesitation.”Mark’s voice was steady on the other end. “Understood, boss. We’ll be in position.”Noah confirmed the same when I reached him. The evidence was already compiled, encrypted, and waiting. Davel would stay with him on their flight. James and his assistant would take a separate plane. The rest of the security detail would follow on a third. That left the private jet for the three of us: Grandpa, Ethan, and me.Grandpa had been pale and quiet for days. The moment the wheels left the ground he excused himself to the rear cabin, murmuring that he needed to rest. The
Ethan’s POVA few days later we packed a small suitcase and drove out to Grandpa’s estate. The plan was simple—stay a few nights, let the old man fuss over us, and pretend the world outside those gates didn’t exist. I dragged the suitcase up the wide staircase toward the guest room while Adrian lingered in the foyer, already deep in conversation with Grandpa. The house smelled the same as always: polished wood, faint cigar smoke, and the sharp green of the lawn beyond the open windows.I had almost reached the landing when a familiar voice slid across my back like oil.“So… you’re back.”My grip on the suitcase handle tightened until the plastic bit into my palm. James leaned against the carved pillar at the top of the stairs, one ankle crossed over the other, that same lazy smirk already in place.“Did you miss me?”I kept my voice low and flat. “Don’t flatter yourself, James.”His eyebrows lifted in exaggerated delight. He threw both hands up in mock surrender. “Oh my. The harmless
Ethan’s POVMy lips quivered the second the words left his mouth.I forced myself to meet his eyes. Those dark, black orbs looked back at me with something dangerously close to hope, hope for forgiveness, guilt, and trust, for a clean slate. The sight of it made my chest tighten. My brows drew together hard, a sharp crease forming between them before I could stop it.“What do you mean by photographs?”The question came out quieter than I intended, almost fragile.Adrian’s expression shifted. He hesitated, then stood, murmuring that he needed a moment and asking me to wait. I stayed frozen on the floor, the half-eaten pizza boxes still scattered around us, the television murmuring some forgotten scene in the background. Every second stretched thin. My pulse had already started climbing.When he returned, an unmarked envelope was clenched in his hand. My eyes narrowed the moment I saw it. He sat beside me again, closer this time, and held it out. His own eyes were heavy with guilt, the
Ethan’s POV It's been two days since that kissing incident occurred, it had no feelings like before but pure dominance which left me disgusted. Thankfully, my fever got high and I didn't have to face him much but today I feel good and decided to help Mrs. Rosamand for his dinner. "You should rest
Ethan’s POVHow long was he watching us? And why?Before I could excuse or walk to him, Adrians walked to me, his eyes throwing daggers and my breath hitched. "Can I just borrow my partner from you?", he asks, holding me from my arms.His hold tight made me witter in pain but forcing a smile I walk
Ethan’s POVIt was 5:00 pm and I was resting in my room thinking Adrian is off to work, when I found him walking in my room making me startled. "Aren't you supposed to come at 7:00 pm?", I blurted my thoughts loudly."Is it?", he cocks his brows at me. "I thought I was a free king, and I can chang
Ethan’s POVThe car stopped in front of the big black gates, standing tall, towering up with all its authority and glory. The name beside it engraved on the marbles in gold read “Blackwood Mansion”. I gulp as the guard signals the car to pass inside and soon an extraordinarily big garden, with a fo







