MasukADRIAN HALE POVDamien’s lips were still warm on mine when he finally pulled back. His forehead stayed against mine, his hands still on my jaw.I whispered, “Damien…”He cut me off quietly. “Don’t say it.”“Say what?”“That I don’t have to feel anything.”I swallowed. “I wasn’t ”“You were,” he said. “You always pull back when it gets real.”“And you don’t?” I shot back.He gave a small breath of a laugh. “I do. Constantly. But right now I’m trying not to.”My hands trembled. I hated that he noticed.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.“Well, you kind of kissed me out of nowhere,” I protested. “Maybe warn a guy next time?”“If I warn you,” he said, “you’ll run.”“I won’t.”“You will,” he insisted. “You always run when you feel too much.”“And you always pretend you don’t feel anything at all,” I said.He brushed his thumb along my cheek. “Not with you. Not anymore.” “We’re a disaster.”“Then we can be a disaster together,” he said.Before I could respond, a sharp knock echoed through the
ADRIAN HALE POVThe car felt different this time. Not quiet because we were scared, but quiet because… we didn’t need to say anything.But my hands still shook. I kept stealing glances at Damien until I finally whispered, “Damien?”He didn’t look away from the road. “Yeah?”“Can you… hold my hand?”He reached over immediately, took my hand, and squeezed it.“Better?” he asked.“A little,” I said. “Mostly I just… needed to feel you.”“I’m right here,” he said softly.I stared at our joined hands. “I thought I was going to lose everything today.”“You didn’t.”“It felt like it.”“You still have me,” he said.I swallowed. “Why do you talk like that?”“Like what?”“Like you’re already part of me.”He let out a small laugh. “Maybe I am.”My heart tripped over itself. I looked out the window. “You can’t just say things like that.”“Does it bother you?”“No,” I whispered. “It scares me.”He finally looked at me. “Adrian.”“What?”“You don’t have to be scared of me.”“I’m not scared of you,”
DAMIEN CROSS POV The ballroom erupted the moment the video finished playing.Reporters shouted over each other, flashes popping like fireworks.Mason looked like someone had yanked the floor out from under him. His mouth hung open, his face drained of color.Exactly what I wanted.But I didn’t look at the crowd.I looked at him.“Mason Blackthorne,” one reporter screamed, “is this legitimate?!”Another yelled, “Did you authorize these transfers?!”A third: “Are you connected to the Hale Enterprises breach?!”Mason finally snapped out of his shock. “This is fake! This is fabricated! He’s trying to frame me!”I stepped forward. “Prove it.”Every camera turned.Mason pointed at me. “You think you can walk into my event and ”“I didn’t think,” I cut in. “I planned.”The room went quiet in an instant.Behind me, Adrian didn’t move. His eyes were locked on Mason like he was seeing him clearly for the first time.Mason swallowed. “This is between Adrian and me. Stay out of it.”A cold laugh
ADRIAN HALE POV The moment we stepped out of my father’s hospital room, something inside me snapped.“Adrian, slow down,” Leon said, practically jogging to keep up.“I can’t,” I muttered. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “Mason goes live in less than an hour. I’m not giving him that head start.”Damien walked beside me with frightening calm. His voice was steady. “We’re not panicking. We’re thinking.”Leon scoffed. “Easy for you to say. He’s buying ads. Damien, he’s literally buying ads to smear you. Ads. I’ve counted twelve so far.”I stopped walking for half a second. “Ads?”Leon held up his phone. “News blogs, business pages, shady gossip accounts… they’re all posting the same thing: Major internal betrayal in Hale Enterprises.”My stomach curled. “He’s implying it’s Damien.”“Not by name,” Leon said. “But it’s obvious.”I turned to Damien. “Why are you so calm?”His jaw tightened. “Because Mason is predictable.”“In what world?” I snapped.“In the world where he always overplays h
DAMIEN CROSS POVThe door closed behind Adrian, and the room went quiet.I stared at his father lying motionless on the hospital bed. Machines beeped softly. I sat beside him, rubbing a hand over my face.Then the door opened again.“Damien?”I looked up. “You came back.”Adrian stepped inside, shutting the door. His chest rose and fell like he’d run here.“There’s something I didn’t say earlier,” he murmured.“What is it?”He walked closer, eyes fixed on the floor. “I’m not giving up.”“On what?”“On any of it,” he said. “On us. On the company. On my father’s name. I’m not running anymore.”I studied with him. “You sure?”He nodded. “Yeah. I am.”“Then we start now,” I said.He blinked. “Start what?”“Taking Mason down.” “You really want a war?”“We’re already in one,” I said.He didn’t argue.Before I could say more, his father’s fingers twitched.Adrian froze. “Dad?”The man’s eyes fluttered.A nurse rushed in. “He’s responsive. Keep talking to him.”Adrian leaned forward, voice c
ADRIAN HALE POVI didn’t even feel my legs moving.One second I was staring at Damien, the next I was stepping away from him, the words replaying in my head like a bomb exploding on repeat.“Your mother helped Caleb Hale murder Adrian’s father.”I felt… betrayed by the universe itself.Damien reached for me immediately.“Adrian wait ”I shook my head so fast it almost made me dizzy.“No. Don't touch me. Not now.”His hand froze in the air, trembled, then slowly dropped.“Adrian,” he said softly. “Please look at me.”“I can’t,” I whispered.Because if I looked at him… I would break.And I couldn’t break it again. Not right now. Not when the truth felt like a knife carved into my chest.I turned to his mother.“You better explain what you just said.”Her eyes softened with something like sympathy.“Adrian… your father discovered too much. He found the network, the blackmail, the money routes, the politicians Caleb controlled. But he also found the partner Caleb relied on. Someone who ha







