Chapter 15: The ConsigliereGrace swirled the amber liquid in her glass. The ice clinked softly against the sides before she took a slow sip of her cognac, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat.With a sigh, she set the glass down on the table beside her and turned her gaze toward the figure seated on the floor. Marco, with his usual relaxed posture, leaned against the couch, one knee up, his arms lazily draped over it. His dark eyes flickered toward her, waiting."How much do you know about my cousin?" Grace asked, her voice smooth but carrying an edge of amusement.Marco exhaled through his nose, tilting his head as if considering the question. "I know that he's unpredictable," he said, his tone as flat as ever. "And by the sound of his voice, he's like an unstable balloon."Grace barked out a laugh, nearly spilling her drink. "A fucking balloon? That's how you describe him?"Marco merely shrugged. "One wrong move and—pop."Grace shook her head, still chuckling. "Seriously, t
Chapter 14: No MatterMiles let out a slow breath, shaking his head as if he had already expected this. He exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his face in frustration."Good luck with that," he muttered dryly, before turning on his heels. He didn't spare Adrian another glance as he walked toward the door.Because if he did... he might actually say something he'd regret.He couldn't watch Adrian like this. He couldn't watch him unraveling, spiraling into something ugly.It reminded him too much of the past. Back when Adrian Blackwood was a man people feared, not admired. Back when his fists spoke louder than his words, when he thrived in chaos, when his name meant violence and blood, not flashing cameras and magazine covers.Back when he was everything Miles had tried to avoid becoming.And Miles had been thankful for the change. Thankful that Bianca's betrayal all those years ago had somehow broken Adrian enough to make him walk away from that life. To choose something bett
Chapter 13: Gone For GoodThe very next day, the media was in a frenzy. News outlets and gossip columns were flooded with speculations about Adrian Blackwood's abrupt departure from the gala."Adrian Blackwood leaves event without a word. Trouble in paradise?""Leading lady abandoned. What made Adrian storm out?""Did Bianca Monroe get dumped?"Paparazzi had been relentless. They snapped pictures of Bianca left alone in their seats, looking frustrated and visibly upset. Social media was buzzing with theories, some claiming it was a lovers' quarrel, others suggesting Adrian had a secret someone waiting for him elsewhere.But Adrian didn't care.He hadn't even glanced at his phone, which was now buried under the mess of broken glass and overturned furniture from last night. His house was a wreck, mirroring the chaos in his mind. He hadn't slept. His body ached from the tension of waiting and from the sheer exhaustion of his emotions.Then came the frantic banging on his door."Adrian! O
'A ring of souls, a fate entwined,A tether strong, by love designed.Forged in flames that never fade,A covenant true, in love once made.But sever the bond, let one soul stray,And longing shall burn till night meets day.'~~~~~~Adrian's car skidded to a halt in front of their house. His tires screeched against the pavement as he immediately turned the engine off. His grip on the steering wheel was tight—so tight his knuckles had turned white, and his nails dug into the leather. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at the house in front of him.Dark. Lifeless.Not a single was light on.His pulse pounded in his ears with an ominous drumbeat that only grew louder with every second that passed. His mind immediately rejected what his eyes were seeing, searching for some kind of explanation. Maybe she was asleep. Maybe she had simply forgotten to turn on the lights this one time.But that was impossible.Noelle always left the porch light on. Even when she was exhausted. Even
The Stars Gala was always a spectacle, and this year was no exception. The AMN ballroom buzzed with life—actors, producers, media tycoons, all gathered in their finest. No one came to fade into the background tonight. Everyone was here to be seen, to win something, to prove something.Adrian Blackwood stepped onto the red carpet like he owned it. Cameras fired as soon as he emerged from the sleek black car, flashes reflecting off the gold-stitched lapels of his tux. Reporters leaned over barricades, microphones outstretched like spears.“Adrian! Over here!”He turned just enough for the cameras to get their shot, offering a practiced smirk that always made the headlines. He didn’t linger—he never did. Charm them, give them a look, then move on.“Adrian!” another voice called out, more urgent. “Word is you’re winning Top Most Talented Actor tonight. Any truth to that?”He slowed, looked directly at the woman holding the mic. “It’s an honor just to be nominated,” he said. “There’s so mu
Noelle found herself standing in a beautiful garden bathed in soft golden light. Roses of every color surrounded her with their sweet and intoxicating scent. Suddenly, a gentle breeze carried the sound of a piano playing in the distance. It was a familiar melody that tugged at her heart.She glanced down and gasped softly. She was wearing a wedding dress—a stunning creation of white lace and silk that clung to her figure perfectly as its train trailed elegantly behind her. Her hands trembled as she reached up to touch the delicate veil that framed her face. Everything were beautiful."Noelle," a deep voice called out of nowhere that felt somehow warm and comforting.The moment she turned, her heart skipped a beat as Adrian stood before her. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and the fabric hugged his tall frame impeccably. His amber eyes softened as they met hers, and a smile graced his lips that held a tenderness she hadn't seen in what felt like forever."You look beautiful," he s
The wedding was eventually canceled. The guests, though initially confused and buzzing with speculation, left satisfied—placated by the opulent peace offerings that arrived in sleek black boxes tied with gold ribbon. Dom Pérignon, imported delicacies, handwritten notes of apology. The Blackwood name never failed to impress. And so, with their egos soothed and their palates spoiled, they moved on—whispers dying before they ever left the lips.After all, to them, Noelle McGrath was nothing. Just another outsider. An ordinary girl foolish enough to think she could belong among the elite.But for Grace, it wasn’t that simple.She stood alone in the cavernous venue, surrounded by remnants of a celebration that never was. Grace took a long breath and exhaled slowly. Her gaze swept the emptiness, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.Everything had gone off without a hitch. The guests were notified, the staff dismissed, the vendors paid. And Adrian? He hadn’t even noticed.“What now, Noe
Grace groaned, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes as the weight of the previous night settled over her like a heavy wool coat. Sleep had evaded her, leaving her mind a mess of replayed memories—Noelle’s tear-streaked face, her trembling voice, and the heartbreaking clarity in her words. Every detail felt etched into her consciousness, as though her pain had become Grace’s own.Today was supposed to be a celebration—a symphony of vows, laughter, and champagne toasts under a canopy of white roses. Noelle and Adrian’s wedding day. But now it felt like a haunting parody, a cruel reminder of everything Noelle had been denied.Grace swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching down on the cold hardwood floor. She paused there, elbows resting on her knees, staring blankly at the tangled sheets beside her. The silence in the mansion seemed louder than usual, like the walls themselves knew something sacred had unraveled.With a sigh, she reached for her phone. A p
Grace had been restless all day. Noelle’s breakdown replayed in her mind like a haunting refrain. Her normally composed, graceful friend had crumbled, sobbing in a way that sounded raw—like something inside her had finally broken. Grace couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. Noelle hadn’t told her everything. Not even close.So, as night fell and the city wrapped itself in silence, Grace parked her car a few houses down from Noelle and Adrian’s. The engine was off, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. The soft glow from the windows made the house look warm, inviting—but Grace’s gut told her otherwise. Her phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with texts, but she ignored them all. Her eyes were locked on the house.Time crawled. Grace watched every car that passed, heart skipping at each pair of headlights—only for them to continue down the street.Adrian never came home.That realization landed like a punch. Her pulse quickened. Was he with Bianca?