The sharp wind of New York City whipped against Juniperâs face as she stepped out of the taxi, her coat billowing around her. The city felt colder than she remembered, harsher, less forgiving. Or maybe she was just different.A week had passed since she had left the island. Seven days since Adrian had told her to walk away. Seven days of silence, of questions echoing in her mind, of restless nights spent staring at her ceiling, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now.Adrian Blackwood was no longer just the billionaire she loathed. He was a man tangled in her past, in the deepest wound of her life, her motherâs death. And instead of answers, all she had was his cryptic confession and the slamming door of his villa.She tightened her grip on her purse, forcing herself to focus. Whatever had happened between them, it didnât matter now. The past was a ghost she had no intention of chasing.She walked briskly through the glass doors of The Hale Foundation, her nonprofitâs headq
The glass doors of Blackwood Industries slammed open as Juniper strode inside, her heels clicking against the marble floor like gunfire. The receptionist barely had time to gasp before Juniperâs voice sliced through the tension in the room.âI want to see him. Now.âThe young woman hesitated. âMr. Blackwood is in a meeting, Ms. Hale, and heâŠââI donât care,â Juniper snapped, her pulse a war drum against her ribs.Everything was unraveling. The lawsuit. The accusations. The million-dollar donation. And AdrianHe had known. He had known something about her mother, about her death, and he had stayed silent.She stormed past the receptionist, ignoring the shouts of protest, and pushed open the heavy mahogany doors to the boardroom.The scene inside was chaos.Adrian sat at the head of the table, his expression carved from stone as his board members hurled accusations like daggers.âThis lawsuit will cripple us.ââThe shareholders want you gone.ââThe Blackwood name canât afford another sca
The storm had passed, but its ghost lingered in the heavy air, thick with humidity and the distant scent of salt. Juniper sat by the massive four-poster bed, watching Adrianâs chest rise and fall in uneven breaths. His skin was pale, damp with sweat, his usually sharp features softened by exhaustion.The fever had taken hold quickly, one moment heâd been standing in the boardroom, defiant in the face of his ousting, and the next, he had collapsed, his body finally surrendering to the relentless pressure.Now, he was barely conscious.Juniper dipped a cloth into the cool water beside her, wrung it out, and pressed it against his forehead. He let out a quiet sigh, shifting slightly toward her touch.It was unsettling to see him like this. Adrian Blackwood was always in control, always commanding. Seeing him vulnerable and weak did something strange to her chest.He murmured something incoherent.She leaned in. âAdrian?âHis lashes fluttered.âStay,â he rasped.Juniper hesitated.She sho
The sharp click of Juniperâs heels echoed through the marble hallways of Blackwood Industries, each step a warning. A storm brewed inside her, seething beneath her composed exterior. She barely registered the passing employees, their hushed whispers a backdrop to the white-hot fury coursing through her veins. Her hands trembled as she clutched the printed research reports, the damning evidence of sabotage.Someone had tampered with her findings.Not just anyoneâher.Charlotte Laurent.The ex-fiancĂ©e. The woman who had swept back into Adrianâs life like a hurricane, leaving destruction in her wake.Juniperâs chest tightened, fury and betrayal intertwining in a suffocating grip. The numbers in the reports didnât lie. The funding allocations had been altered, the environmental impact data manipulated beyond recognition. What was once a promising, groundbreaking initiative had been twisted into a disaster on paper.She stormed into Adrianâs office without knocking.Adrian sat at his desk,
The lab's entrance was covered in streaks of paint, with red and blue flashing lights on the NYPD squad cars causing damage. Smoke drifted into the night sky, a somber image of the devastation that had occurred just minutes prior. The scene was grim. As an ambulance sat on the back, Juniper's hands were shaking and her ears persisted in ringing from the explosion. The wounded were being treated by medical personnel surrounding her. Despite bruises and coughing among her team members, no one had been killed. That was the only consolation. Then she saw Adrian. Standing near the wreckage, he spoke to a police officer with an incomprehensible look. He was confused. The blood streaks on his shirt were a blend of his and others. The reason for Juniper's breath being choppy was his determination to hold himself upright. The man was on the brink of entering a war zone, aware that his chances of winning were slim. She walked past the paramedics and ran towards him. "What's taking place wit
Docks stretched out in the background, with salt and moisture clinging to the surface.' Juniper's boots were covered in slick wooden planks, and the fog was curving around her ankles. But her heart sank in against her ribs, and she held on tightly to the phone. The reason for Adrian's imprisonment was her. Without the truth, she couldn't depart. A paused clap was heard in the background.? âBrave little Juniper.â. Juniper's stomach clenched. Victoria Langford. A slim black trench coat, blonde hair pinched in, and a face made of solidified ice as she stepped into the dimness of stifled dock lights. Juniper ingested the terror that was gripping her throat.'". âYou sent the note.â. Victoria smirked. âYou came alone. How noble.â. Juniper leaned back. "You have to give me something to say.". With her heels racing against the stump, Victoria circled around. Aren't you the hero of this tale, too? With her fingers clasped tightly around her phone, Juniper expressed:
The knife was so close to Adrian's head that it appeared to be swinging towards him. Instinct took over. After a lung, he knocked off the weapon that Nathan had held by leaping. Its blade rippled across the wooden floor and then stopped just near the feet of Juniper. All things seemed to slow down for one breath.' Then Juniper moved. She swung the knife, her fingers barely touching the handle untilâas in when she had to turn. Bang! The door slammed open. A man entered the building, his broad frame obscuring what little light was visible in the stormy area.' He didn't hesitate. As he lifted his arm, the metal flashed in front of him. Gun. âDrop it,â he barked. He spoke with a distinct, unwavering voice that had the aura of authority and the ability to kill in fewer seconds. Juniper collapsed and his fingers were clung to the blade. Then it fell apart. The body of Adrian responded before his mind could even process it. He stood in front of her, shielding her with his own.. A
A loud scream interrupted the storm. Juniper. Her body fell deeply into the waves below, leaving Adrian gasping in despair. He moved when she'd lost her head beneath the surface. No hesitation. No second thoughts. He jumped. The world tilted. Wind roared in his ears. Like knives, rain smeared upon him. Thenâimpact. The ocean swallowed him whole. An icy stream of air was released from inside him. He was surrounded by darkness, dense and asphyxiating. He stooped with determination, breaking through the surface and taking a whiff of rain and salt. The storm engulfed his voice with the sound of a punch. The waves were relentless, bouncing and curling up, pulling him under the water before gently pushing him back out. Despite the pressure, Adrian persevered by twisting in the water. Where was she? He witnessed lightning glimmers across the sky and thundering through the chaos. Her head bounced up before disappearing under a new surge, just ahead. No. With arms slicing through
The Warning. âYou shouldn't have come here.â. The voice swayed like smoke across the cave. Low. Rough. Hungry. Juniper's breath hitched. She felt the weight of those words shivering against her skin, colder than the damp air inundating around them. She ran around, scouting the dark as it changed. The chamber was spacious and staring out at them, the torchlight illuminating darkened stone walls. Its. They migrated like uncannible spirits, decomposing into hollows, turning shapes into nightmares. Somewhere in the gloom, movement. Subtle. Controlled. Her pulse pounding against her ribs. Adrian's arm protruded in front of her, creating a silent and instinctive barrier. His stanceâwide, steadyâwas pure defense. A wall of quiet fury. When it came, his voice was composed. Too calm. âShow yourself.â. Silence. Thenâfootsteps. Slow. Measured. They resonated throughout the cave, filling the void between pulses. A person came out of hiding.. Tall. Scarred. Armed. Juniper's muscles
ImpactPain.Juniperâs body slammed into the water like a stone thrown from a rooftop. The impact ripped through her, knocking the air from her lungs in a violent rush. Cold, unforgiving darkness swallowed her whole.The river closed over her head, pressing in from all sides. The weight of it was suffocating, the churning currents dragging her down, down, down into the abyss.Her body twisted violently, spun like a leaf in a hurricane. Her limbs flailed, her lungs screamed.Up. Whereâs up?She had no sense of direction, no light to guide herâjust the numbing cold and the thunderous roar of the waterfall above.She kicked hard, fighting against the relentless pull of the river. Her muscles burned, her chest tightened. She was running out of air.Thenâa burst of light.She broke the surface with a desperate gasp, sucking in air so fast it burned.The waterfall roared behind her, monstrous and deafening. The river wasnât done with her yetâit dragged her forward, shoving her downstream li
The Fall. Cold. Violent. Endless. Juniper slammed into the water. The impact was brutal, unforgiving. Her body was in agony as it dislodged the air from her lungs. She was being pulled down by the river, which had engulfed her like no other. She was suffocated and cold, with darkness covering her like a veil. Her body was twisted by the force of the current, which caused her to spin like a ragdoll in twilight. Despite her body hurtling with pain, the river's frozen texture tugged on her like a string of iron chains. Up. I need to get up. Her chest gashes, desperately seeking oxygen, yet she couldn't determine which direction to kick. Her sense of direction was lost to the river, leaving only chaos and panic. Wildly, Juniper's arms waving their wings as he held something. Thenâa hand. Strong. Unyielding. Familiar. Her wrist was gripped by it, unyielding and relentless, lifting her upwards toward redemption. Adrian. They broke the surface together. Juniper gasped, heaving f
The Jeep plunged. Wind blew through the windshield, biting Juniper's hair and hitting her like a thousand tiny knives. Her stomach flipped violently, causing a sharp, nauseating lurch that sent her packing. Outside, the world shifted into a chaotic blur of trees, rock, and sky. The ground rose excessively quickly.? The Jeep fell to the ground as Juniper's hands searched for something to hold onto, but it was a free-falling metal coffin. The force of her seatbelt caused her to contract an almost fatal injury by biting her ribs. Thenâa hard yank. The arm of Adrian was encircling her waist, his strength commensurate with his stiffness against hers. With a hot and ragged breath, he pulled her closer with his hand to touch her cheek. âBrace yourself!â. CRASH. The impact was akin to hitting the spine. Glass exploded. A metal scream came from behind the Jeep as it ran under the canopy, snapping branches like broken bones. The globe swayed in opposite directions, then changed directi
The ExplosionBOOM.The door exploded inward.Splinters shredded the air, slicing through the dimly lit cabin.Juniper barely had time to duck before the blast wave ripped past her, sending a storm of wood and dust flying.Adrian grabbed her, yanking her down. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, shielding her.Gunfire erupted.The walls shook as bullets ripped through the cabin. Glass shattered, wood splintered, and the air filled with the acrid scent of gunpowder.Ethan cursed, returning fire. His gun barked in rapid bursts, each shot precise. âThey brought a damn arsenal!âAdrianâs grip on Juniper tightened. âWe have to move.âJuniperâs breath came short, fast. Her ears rang from the blast.âTheyâll see us,â she gasped.Thenâa voice.Deep. Cold. Familiar.âGive it up, Blackwood.âJuniperâs chest seized.Damien.His voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Calm. Unshaken.He was here.Adrianâs jaw clenched. A muscle ticked in his cheek. âLike hell.âEthanâs gun clicked empty. He m
A Split Second Before ImpactThe SUV hurtled through the air.Juniperâs breath locked in her throat. Weightless.The world slowed.Adrian yanked the wheel, muscles straining, but there was nothing to control.Thenâimpact.Metal shrieked.Glass exploded.The SUV smashed down, nose-first, onto the pavement below. The force slammed Juniper forward into her seatbelt, knocking the air from her lungs.Adrian fought the wheel, but momentum was against them. The car spun.Juniperâs vision blurred as the world tilted sideways.BANG.They hit the guardrail.The sound was deafeningâsteel on steel, tires screeching as the car fishtailed out of control.Ethan shouted. âHold on!âToo late.The SUV tipped.For a terrifying heartbeat, Juniper felt herself floating.Thenâa drop.Her stomach plunged.The SUV pitched forward off the road, crashing down into a steep ditch.BOOM.Metal crunched. The impact whipped Juniper sideways, her skull smashing against the window.Pain exploded.Darkness threatened
Juniperâs fingers curled tightly around her phone as she stared at the message on the screen.Unknown Number: You think this is over?A chill prickled down her spine. Her stomach knotted.âAdrian,â she said, her voice sharper than she intended. âWe have a problem.âAdrianâs focus stayed on the road, his hands gripping the wheel like a lifeline. âWhat now?âShe turned the screen toward him. The glow of the text cast an eerie light over his face. His expression darkened instantly, jaw locking, eyes flashing with something cold.Ethan leaned forward from the back seat. âThat Damien?âJuniperâs mouth felt dry. âWho else?âAdrianâs fingers flexed on the wheel. His knuckles were bone-white. âHe never gives up.âEthan scoffed. âYeah, no shit. What does he want now?âBefore Juniper could answer, her phone vibrated again. Another message.Unknown Number: See you soon.A shiver ran through her.Ethan let out a low curse. âThatâs not ominous at all.âJuniper forced a breath through her nose, ste
âAdrian!âJuniperâs scream barely cut through the chaos.The SUV hurtled between two massive trucks, scraping so close that she swore she heard metal screeching against metal. The blinding headlights swallowed them whole, and for a fraction of a second, time seemed to freezeâher pulse hammering in her throat, her breath caught between terror and adrenaline.ThenâBAM!The SUV shot out onto the open road. Behind them, the trucks blared their horns, slamming on their brakes to avoid crashing into Damienâs pursuing vehicles.Ethan clung to the headrest, his knuckles white. âAre you trying to get us killed?âAdrianâs grip on the wheel was a death vise. âIf I stop, weâre dead anyway.âBehind them, Damienâs men werenât letting up. Another blacked-out SUV tore through the intersection, plowing over the curb and speeding toward them like a missile.Juniper turned, her stomach twisting. âTheyâre gaining!âAdrian didnât hesitate. âHold on.âHe yanked the wheel rightâhard.The SUV skidded, tires
âGo! Go! Go!âAdrian slammed the gas pedal to the floor. The SUV roared forward, weaving dangerously through the tight alleyway as bullets pinged off the metal frame.Juniper clutched the door handle, her knuckles white. âTheyâre still on us!âEthan twisted in the back seat, his gun raised. âYeah, no kidding! Hold this thing steady!âAdrian swerved hard left, nearly clipping a row of parked motorcycles. âSteady? Not an option right now.âBehind them, Damienâs black sedans were relentless, their headlights cutting through the darkness like hunting knives. More gunfire erupted, shattering the SUVâs back window.âShit!â Juniper ducked. âThat was way too close.âEthan cursed, returning fire. A bullet struck the windshield of the nearest sedan, causing it to swerve. But the driver corrected fast. âTheyâre not backing off!âAdrianâs grip on the wheel tightened. âWe need to lose them.ââYou think?â Ethan snapped.Juniperâs heart pounded. The speed. The gunfire. The deafening roar of engines.