로그인Chapter 18:****I walked through the front door of the penthouse; the weight of what I had overheard at the hospital was still heavy on my shoulders. My heart was racing with the secret about Vanessa and the little boy. I needed to tell Adrian, but I also needed to find out what he was up to. I took Ashley to his room. Then return to the sitting room.“Adrian?” I called out, but there was no response. I moved through the living room, searching for him. When I found him in the study, busy on his laptop and focused on whatever he was working on. "What happened?" he asked, standing up immediately when when he saw me. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice trembled slightly.Did something go wrong at the clinic?" Before that... there’s something we need to talk about.” He folded his arms. "Okay."“I overheard you on the phone. Who were you talking to?” I said, my vsteady,teady, but my heart was beating fast.Adrian’s expression changed instantly. “I... I can explain.”“Exp
Chapter 17:****I stood frozen, staring at the masked man in the warehouse as the yellow warehouse light hit the man’s face. He looked so familiar. But before I could place the face, he stepped back into the shadows.My throat went dry. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I hadn’t planned to spy on Adrian. I just couldn’t stand the silence between us. I couldn’t stand the wall he’d built in a single night.The masked man didn’t wait further. He disappeared immediately. We only heard footsteps echoing against concrete. Adrian went after him, but the man was too fast. The heavy steel door closed with a loud noise. We were left in the cold air with nothing but a dropped manila envelope and a dozen unanswered questions.Adrian turned to face me. His jaw was tight. “Get back into your car and drive.” I didn't argue; I did exactly as he said.****Once we got inside the penthouse, I finally broke down. I laid everything out. I started explaining how the woman in the photos wasn’t me.
Chapter 16:****The glow from my phone screen faded, but the threat hung in the air like smoke. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to put together who else could be watching us. Beside me, Adrian’s phone buzzed against the nightstand. I didn’t notice at first. He was already reaching for it.“I’ll be right back,” he said. His voice was tight. He stood and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.I sat on the bed, trying to trace the pattern on the sheets. My mind raced through names, faces, old enemies, and new rivals. But nothing fit. The messages weren’t empty threats. They were serious warnings.Through the frosted glass, I saw the bathroom light turn on. It went off moments later. But Adrian didn’t come out immediately. When he finally opened the door, the air around him had changed. His shoulders were rigid, and his jaw was locked. He avoided looking at my face.“Is everything okay?” I asked.“Yes,” he answered. Too fast and flat. He slipped his phone into his po
Chapter 15:****Vanessa’s call ended four minutes ago. But my phone still felt warm on my palm. Her voice echoed in my head over and over again.*They’re building a case. They’ll claim you and Adrian faked your mother’s death to cover your financial trail. Ryan’s already looking for her.*It sounded like a bad movie plot. But Ryan had done worse to get what he wants. And this time, he wasn’t just trying to win a company. He was trying to ruin me and Adian.I looked across the study. Adrian was still seated. His posture had changed the second Vanessa mentioned my mother. He wasn’t panicking. He was working. His eyes moved across screens, fingers flying across keys, pulling up databases I didn’t even know existed.“Say something, Adrian.” I said, my voice quieter than I meant it to be.He looked up. “The first thing Ryan will do is track her addresses and other records. He’ll look for recent activity.”My stomach tightened. “Do you think she’s alive?”“I don’t know. But Ryan clearly be
Chapter 14: ****The morning after the Global Trade Summit should have been quiet. It wasn’t.I woke before sunrise. The house was still, but my mind was racing. Adrian was still sleeping, one arm thrown over the empty space I’d just left. I watched him for a minute, then slipped out of bed.I walked barefoot to the kitchen, poured black coffee, and stood by the window. The city was waking up. So was the war.Few minutes later,my phone vibrated on the counter. It was an unknown number.I opened it and read the content silently. *You’re preparing for the wrong enemy. Ryan isn’t the one you should fear. You should be more careful now.*I read it over and over again. This wasn’t Ryan. It came from someone else, and who could that be?I ran a quick trace. It's routed through three dead servers. Whoever sent it knew how to hide. Or they wanted us to waste time looking.Adrian walked in a few minutes later. He took one look at my face and stopped.“What happened?”I handed him the phone. H
Chapter 13:****It took Ryan three weeks to break through the sealed records. Three weeks of burning through investigators and chasing ghost trails through Nevada’s private archives. When the truth finally landed on his desk, he became very still.He finally saw the marriage certificate between Adrian and me that night in Vegas. Five years ago. Signed and sealed.He found out that I wasn’t just married. But I was married to Adrian Kane. His worse rival and the same man who took Halberg from him. The man who held every piece of leverage he’d ever wanted.Grace Ashford's reaction was worse when she heard about it. She read the report at Ryan’s desk, hands tight around the paper, voice cracking. She couldn't believe what she saw. She had spent five years believing I'd remain a discarded wife. But right now, I was sitting at the top of the food chain, wearing diamonds, backed by the one man she wanted to use against me.Grace's face turned red instantly. “She was supposed to break,” she







