Mr. Williams sat alone in his vast study, the room dimly lit by the glow of a solitary desk lamp. He stared at the family portrait on the wall, one taken years ago when Adrian was just a young boy. His heart ached as he recalled the times he had dismissed Adrian, blinded by Bensonâs manipulative charm and his own stubborn pride. Now, after Adrianâs spectacular rise and the revelations about Bensonâs treachery, Mr. Williams knew he had to make amends.But how?Adrian had become a titan in his own right, respected and admired by the elite. He didnât need his father anymoreânot financially, not emotionally. Mr. Williams knew that every move he made now had to be measured and sincere. There was no room for error.He started small, sending Adrian a congratulatory letter after the event where Adrian had exposed Benson. It was a heartfelt note, acknowledging his past mistakes and expressing pride in Adrianâs achievements.To his relief, Adrian didnât reject the gesture outright. A simple âTh
Adrian leaned back in his chair, the gentle hum of his private jet filling the cabin as he watched Grace flipping through a travel magazine. Her smile lit up the room, and he couldnât help but feel grateful for her presence in his life. After all theyâd been throughâfamily betrayals, false accusations, and near-catastrophic eventsâthey finally had a moment to breathe.âDiani beaches,â Adrian said, savoring the name. âI hear itâs paradise on Earth.âGrace chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. âIt certainly looks like it. White sandy beaches, turquoise waters, and nothing but peace and quiet. Exactly what we need.âAdrian reached out, taking her hand in his. âItâs long overdue. Youâve stood by me through everything, Grace. This is my way of giving us the honeymoon we missed and showing you how much you mean to me.âGrace squeezed his hand, her voice soft. âYouâve already shown me, Adrian. But I wonât say no to a few days of spoiling.âAs the plane soared through the clouds,
The aftermath of Vanessa's scheme left Adrian and Graceâs relationship shaken. Grace was furious, not just at Vanessa, but at Adrian for what she saw as his inability to handle his past properly. The thought of Vanessa disrupting their peace yet again was too much for her to bear.Back in their villa, Grace paced the room, her arms crossed. Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his voice weary."Grace, please," he pleaded. "You have to believe me. I didnât know she would follow us here. Iâve been doing everything I can to get rid of her."Grace stopped and turned, her eyes blazing with anger. "Thatâs exactly the problem, Adrian! You didnât know! How could you not anticipate this? After everything sheâs done, how could you let your guard down?"Adrian stood, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I didnât let my guard down, Grace. I canât control what Vanessa does! Sheâs obsessedâ""And youâre letting her obsession ruin us!" Grace interrupted, her voice br
Grace nodded, her worry evident. "What kind of issue?"Adrian quickly scanned the details. The message revealed that a major security breach had occurred. Confidential project files were compromised, and it appeared to be an insider job. Worse, the stolen data had the potential to jeopardize a deal Adrian had been negotiating with an elite international partnerâa collaboration poised to cement Giga Techâs position as an industry leader."I need to go," Adrian said, his voice laced with determination. "This could undo everything we've worked for."Grace placed her hand over his. "Do what you need to do. I'll be here when youâre done."Adrian drove straight to the Giga Tech headquarters, his mind racing with possibilities. When he arrived, Olivia was already waiting for him in the conference room, a large screen displaying a map of the companyâs server activity.âWeâve traced the breach to a suspicious login from one of our mid-level employees,â Olivia began, pointing to the screen. âBu
The peace Adrian and Grace finally earned felt like a treasure hard-won, and it was worth every moment of celebration. After all the storms they had weatheredâthe schemes, betrayals, and heartbreakâthis calm was something neither of them would take for granted.Adrian planned a grand evening to mark this turning point in their lives. He rented an exclusive rooftop venue overlooking the city skyline, adorned with soft lights, cascading floral arrangements, and a live orchestra playing their favorite songs. It was an intimate affair, meant only for their closest friends and a few trusted allies who had stood by them through the chaos.As Grace walked into the venue, her eyes widened at the sight before her. âAdrianâĶthis is incredible,â she whispered, her voice laced with awe.Adrian smiled, taking her hand. âNot as incredible as you. You deserve the world, Grace, and this is just the beginning.âThe evening was filled with laughter and warmth. Their friends raised toasts to their resili
Sarahâs obsession took a dark and twisted turn as she concocted a desperate plan to drive a wedge between Adrian and Grace. She was willing to go to any lengths to make Adrian see Grace as a threat to his happiness and shift his attention toward herself.Sarah carefully orchestrated her plan over several weeks. She began by subtly planting doubts about Graceâs loyalty in Adrianâs mind. During meetings or casual conversations, sheâd drop seemingly harmless remarks.âI heard Grace is working late these days,â Sarah said casually one afternoon. âIt must be tough managing everything. I hope sheâs not overburdening herself... or you.âAdrian would brush it off, but the seed was planted. Sarah knew it wasnât enough, though. To truly succeed, she needed something dramatic.Sarahâs obsession took a dark and twisted turn as she concocted a desperate plan to drive a wedge between Adrian and Grace. She was willing to go to any lengths to make Adrian see Grace as a threat to his happiness and shi
Grace sat alone in her apartment, her eyes puffy and red from crying. The disbelief and hurt that Adrian had chosen to believe Sarah over her cut deeper than she could have imagined. She replayed the confrontation over and over in her mind, each moment twisting the knife of betrayal further into her heart.âHow could he?â she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. âAfter everything weâve been throughâĶ how could he not trust me?âHer phone buzzed on the table. It was Adrian, calling again. She stared at the screen, her emotions torn between answering and letting it ring out. Finally, she picked up, her voice cold.âWhat do you want, Adrian?ââGrace, please. We need to talk,â Adrian said, his tone firm but not apologetic. âI donât like how things ended earlier.âGrace let out a bitter laugh. âYou donât like how things ended? Try being the one accused and slapped in front of your fiancÃĐ, only for him to take the side of the woman whoâs been trying to destroy her.ââGrace, thatâs not
Adrian stumbled into his apartment in the dead of night, his thoughts a jumbled mess of emotions. The confrontation between Grace and Sarah had left him torn. He poured himself another drink, hoping it would drown the voices in his head."Could Grace really be lying? But SarahâĶ Sarah wouldnât do something so vile, would she?" Adrian muttered to himself, downing his glass.Hours later, with bottles strewn across the table, Adrian collapsed onto his bed, too intoxicated to notice anything around him.Meanwhile, Sarah stood outside his apartment, her lips curling into a wicked smile. She had followed him from the bar, knowing this was the perfect opportunity to execute her plan.She let herself in quietly, carrying a small overnight bag. Inside were props for her schemeâa bottle of perfume Grace often wore, a silk scarf, and a phone ready to capture the moment.Adrian barely stirred when Sarah climbed onto the bed beside him. She lay down next to him, draping the scarf across her shoulde
The Williams estate had never looked so magnificent. Golden lanterns lined the garden pathways, casting a warm glow as the grand celebration unfolded. A cool evening breeze carried the scent of fresh roses and jasmine, blending with the melodies of a live orchestra playing in the background. Guests dressed in the finest attire mingled, their glasses clinking in joyous toasts.This was a night of celebrationânot just for wealth and success, but for truth, redemption, and love.At the heart of the event, Mr. William stood beside Grace, his eyes gleaming with pride as he raised a glass to address the guests.âTonight, we honor not just a lost daughter, but a strong woman who fought for her place in this family. Grace, my child, welcome home.âApplause erupted. Grace swallowed the lump in her throat, overwhelmed by the acceptance she had craved all her life. She glanced at Adrian, who gave her an encouraging nod, his hand firmly holding hers.She stepped forward, her voice steady but emot
As the night continued, laughter and celebration filled the air. Grace basked in the warmth of her newfound family, unaware of the danger lurking just outside the estate.Diana stood in the shadows, her eyes never leaving Grace. She held the USB drive tightly in her palm, her mind racing through her plan. She had spent weeks gathering fabricated evidence, working with her accomplice to create a scandal that would ruin Graceâs image before she could fully settle into her new life.Beside her, the mysterious man smirked. âAre you sure you want to do this now? Sheâs got a lot of support.âDianaâs lips curled into a sinister grin. âThatâs exactly why we have to do it now. The higher she climbs, the harder sheâll fall.âInside the grand ballroom, Grace felt a vibration against her palm. She glanced down at her phone and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen.Frowning, she excused herself from the crowd and stepped onto the balcony, pressing the phone to her ear.âHello?âA deep voic
The night was eerily silent as Adrian and Grace arrived at the old estate. The grand mansion, once filled with warmth and laughter, now stood as a dark shadow of its past. The wind howled through the broken windows, sending an unsettling chill down Graceâs spine.Adrian squeezed her hand. âStay close to me. If anything seems off, we leave.âGrace nodded, her heart pounding. She had spent so long uncovering the truth, and now, she was moments away from facing the woman who had tormented her family.They pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. The grand hall was dimly lit by flickering chandeliers, their light barely piercing the darkness. At the far end, a lone figure stoodâMargret.She turned slowly, a wicked smile playing on her lips. âYou actually came. I knew you would.âAdrian took a step forward, his eyes locked on her. âCut the games, Margret. You wanted us here. Now talk.âMargret let out a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming with malice. âYou think youâve won, donât
As the night of celebration came to an end, Grace and Adrian returned home, unaware of the dark clouds gathering around them. Grace, exhausted from the whirlwind of emotions, settled into Adrianâs arms."Tonight was perfect," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.Adrian smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It was, but we both know peace never lasts long with people like Benson and Margret lurking around."Grace sighed. "I just wish, for once, theyâd let us live our lives."Adrian tightened his hold around her. "Whatever theyâre planning, weâll face it together."Meanwhile, Benson was far from done. He stormed into Margretâs suite, his jaw tight with frustration."What the hell were you thinking, siding with those men? Do you even realize the mess youâre dragging me into?"Margret remained calm, sipping her wine. "I know exactly what Iâm doing, Benson. Youâre the one who doesnât understand the game."Bensonâs eyes darkened. "You still think you can outsmart Adrian an
That evening, Grace arrived at the dimly lit cafÃĐ where Brenda had asked to meet her. The air was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but Grace had no appetite for itâher instincts screamed that something was off.Brenda was already seated in a corner booth, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. When she saw Grace, her lips curled into a smile, but her eyes held something unreadable."You actually came," Brenda murmured, gesturing for Grace to sit.Grace slid into the seat, keeping her posture guarded. "You said you had something to tell me."Brenda sighed dramatically. "Oh, Grace, you have no idea whatâs been happening behind your back. Your so-called family? They were never looking for you. They were looking for someone they could control. Thatâs why Iâ"She stopped abruptly, catching herself.Grace narrowed her eyes. "You what, Brenda?"Brenda leaned forward, her expression suddenly desperate. "I was supposed to be the one. I was supposed to be their daughter, Grace. Bu
As the glamorous gala continued, the hall was filled with laughter, music, and celebration. Grace had finally found her true placeâwith a family that cherished her, a husband who adored her, and a life free of the deception that had tried to tear her down.But not everyone was happy.From the far end of the hall, a pair of eyes burned with resentment, watching Grace bask in her newfound happiness.The woman who had pretended to be the lost Lennox daughterâClaraâhad been exposed, humiliated, and dragged away by the police just days before. However, her hatred for Grace had only intensified behind bars.And she wasn't the only one.At the back of the estate, where the celebration lights barely reached, a black car was parked discreetly. Inside, a figure sat in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently."Sheâs glowing like a damn queen," he muttered, watching Grace through a pair of binoculars. His face twisted with hatred. "That should have been Clara
The Lennox estate was no longer a place of peaceâit had become a battlefield. Isabella wasted no time asserting herself as the "rightful" heir, basking in the attention and respect she believed she deserved. She walked through the grand halls like a queen, flashing a smug smile whenever she passed Grace.Eleanor, unable to accept this sudden revelation, grew withdrawn. She barely ate, and the sorrow in her eyes broke Alexanderâs heart. Adrian, on the other hand, was restless. His gut told him something was wrong, and he wasnât going to let Isabellaâs smug face fool him.One evening, as Adrian sat in his office combing through the DNA reports again, something caught his eye."This doesnât make sense," he murmured.The report bore the name of a reputable lab, but something about the formatting feltâĶ off. He compared it to an old DNA report from the same lab and noticed slight inconsistencies in the font, structure, and signature placement.His heart pounded. Could Isabella have forged t
The room fell into an unbearable silence as Graceâs mind reeled with the truth. Her pulse was racing, her hands trembling. She looked at Eleanor, the woman claiming to be her mother, then at Alexander, who had a commanding presence that reminded her so much of Adrianâs father.âI donât know what to say,â Grace admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.Eleanor took a cautious step forward, her eyes desperate and hopeful. âI donât expect you to accept this immediately, my love. I just want a chance. A chance to prove to you that I never stopped loving you.âGraceâs jaw clenched. âIf you loved me so much, why didnât you fight for me? Why did you let my grandmother raise me all these years while I struggled, thinking I had no one but her?âEleanorâs tears spilled over. âI tried, Grace. Believe me, I tried. I searched for you for years, but your grandmother ensured that every trace of you was erased. She made sure that you would never find out about me, and by the time I discovered where
As Adrian left the prison, Margret slammed her fists against the table, seething with rage. She had counted on Adrianâs fearâhis desperation to protect his familyâto make him surrender. But now, she was trapped.Derrick entered, shaking his head. âYou should have kept your mouth shut, Margret.âShe shot him a glare. âIâm not done yet. Thereâs always another way.âDerrick sighed. âNot this time. Adrian already countered your blackmail. The legal team got ahead of the story, and Williamâs company released a statement proving all the shady deals were your doing, not Adrianâs.âMargretâs blood ran cold. âThatâs impossible.âDerrick smirked. âWilliam knew youâd try something like this. He had a contingency plan. Every illegal deal was traced back to you. Youâre the only one facing charges.âMargretâs body slumped in the chair. âNoâĶ No, this isnât how it was supposed to end.âDerrick leaned in, his voice dripping with satisfaction. âOh, but it is, Margret. You finally played your last cardâ