LOGINAdrian Knight is a billionaire who built his empire by sacrificing love for power. Years later, Gabriel Vega, the man he betrayed, returns with a secret son Adrian never knew existed. As enemies close in, scandals rise, and the past threatens to destroy them, Adrian faces the hardest choice of his life: protect his empire built on ambition, or fight for the love and family he thought was gone forever.
View More“Your numbers are strong, Adrian. Stronger than ever. But your eyes aren’t on the room.”
Victoria Kane’s voice cut across the boardroom. She didn’t raise her tone, she didn’t need to. Her words carried weight.
Adrian Knight leaned back in his chair at the head of the polished black table. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed the skyline behind him, a city that he had grown used to. To anyone watching, he was untouchable. To Victoria, he was distracted.
“My eyes are everywhere,” Adrian said smoothly, his baritone carrying the kind of confidence that built empires. Yet his jaw tightened. He caught it in his reflection on the glass, his control slipping for just a second.
“The board doesn’t like uncertainty,” Victoria continued, folding her manicured hands. “And lately, you breathe uncertainty.”
Murmurs rippled among the executives seated around the table. Adrian let them talk. He’d learned long ago that silence unsettled men more than shouting ever could. When the whispers grew, he leaned forward, palms flat on the table.
“This company runs because of me,” he said quietly. “Don’t confuse distraction with weakness.”
The room stilled. No one challenged him, not openly. But Victoria’s eyes lingered on him, sharp and calculating.
Adrian glanced around the table, his gaze sweeping over the directors. “Numbers are up. Profits are climbing. Shareholders are happy. That’s what matters. Not gossip and definitely not rumors.”
One of the younger executives cleared his throat. “There’s been… chatter in the media, sir. Questions about your leadership style. Some are saying…”
Adrian cut him off with a single look. “Some are always saying something. That’s what keeps journalists in business. Let them chatter. I build. That’s the difference.”
The man sank back into his chair, red-faced.
Victoria, however, wasn’t finished. “You may control the numbers, Adrian. But you can’t control perception forever. People are watching more closely than you think.”
“Then they’ll see what I want them to see,” Adrian replied coldly.
A long silence followed. The meeting continued, but the tension lingered heavily in the air.
“Perhaps we should discuss risk,” another board member said cautiously. “The lawsuit from last quarter is still unsettled, and there are rumors of another.”
“I’m aware,” Adrian said without looking at him.
“Yes, but awareness isn’t enough,” Victoria pressed. “If we don’t act quickly, we’ll look reactive instead of proactive.”
“We?” Adrian’s brow arched. “Or you?”
She didn’t flinch. “I speak for the company. Isn’t that what you taught me?”
Adrian gave a low laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Don’t mistake ambition for loyalty, Victoria. I know the difference.”
“Then you know I’m right,” she said, leaning back with a practiced calm. “You can’t afford to drift, not even for a moment.”
The older board members exchanged uneasy glances. The air thickened, every word laced with challenge.
One of them, trying to ease the tension, leaned forward. “The markets are steady. Investor confidence is still high. Perhaps what’s needed is less confrontation, more reassurance.”
Adrian looked him dead in the eye. “Reassurance is for children. Investors respect strength and strength is what they’ll get.”
The man looked down at his notes, chastened.
Another executive spoke softly, almost apologetic. “Still, sir… perception does move markets. Maybe we could prepare a press release? A softer image might…”
“No,” Adrian interrupted. “I won’t parade softness to please gossipers. They will follow because I lead, not because I bend.”
Victoria’s lips curved in a polite smile, but her eyes told another story. “Then I trust you’ll show them that soon. Before doubt spreads further.”
When the meeting finally ended. Adrian didn’t head for his office. He went to the balcony. Wind clawed at his suit, carrying the hum of traffic below. He should have felt invincible. He was one of the richest men. But instead, a familiar name lingered on his mind.
Gabriel.
The name flickered in his mind like a flame refusing to die. Years had passed, yet it came with the same weight it had the day he walked away. Adrian closed his eyes, fingers tightening on the railing. He told himself he had made the right choice, ambition demanded sacrifice. But the memory of Gabriel’s eyes, the betrayal in them, still carved at him.
A voice pulled him back. “You’re off your game.”
Adrian turned. Isabella Moreau stood a few steps away, her presence as polished as ever. A fitted dress, diamond earrings, lips painted in a cruel shade of red.
“Breaking into my office now?” Adrian asked, masking surprise with cool amusement.
“Your assistant still likes me.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “And I hear things. You’re distracted. You’ve always been weak when it comes to…” She paused, her smile sharpening. “...affections.”
Adrian’s gaze hardened. “Careful, Isabella.”
“Oh, I’m careful,” she said, her heels clicking as she stepped closer. “You left me at the altar, Adrian. Did you think the world forgot? Because I didn’t.” She tilted her head, studying him. “One day, everyone will see you’re not as untouchable as you pretend to be.”
Adrian exhaled slowly, keeping his face unreadable. “You’re still chasing the past. Let it go, Isabella.”
“Past?” She laughed, low and bitter. “You made me a Past t. Do you know how humiliating it was to stand in front of hundreds of people while they whispered, pitied, mocked? That doesn’t disappear. It festers.”
“You deserved better than a lie,” Adrian said, his tone flat.
Her eyes flashed. “Better? You ruined me.” She leaned close, her perfume cloying. “And now I’ll return the favor.”
Adrian didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse threats than her wounded pride. But something in her tone settled like a seed of warning in the back of his mind.
“Don’t test me, Isabella.”
“Oh, I don’t need to,” she said softly, almost sweetly. “Life will do it for me. All I have to do is wait.”
Her perfume lingered long after she left, sweet and suffocating.
Back inside, Adrian’s phone buzzed. A message from his legal team.
URGENT. A new case filed against Knight Enterprises. Opposition attorney: Gabriel Vega.
For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.
The Knights mansion had always been beautiful sprawling lawns, tall windows, the faint scent of cedar that clung to the halls but when they returned from their long vacation, it felt different. Lighter. Warmer. Elias was the first to notice it... He ran through the familiar corridors with his usual energy, laughing as he skidded across the polished floors in his socks. “Home!” he shouted, grinning at the echo. “We’re home!”i miss my home ... Adrian followed behind with a box under one arm, Gabriel with another. Their eyes met for a brief second the kind of quiet look two people share when a chapter has ended, and another has just begun. “Feels strange,” Gabriel said softly. “Like we’ve been gone for years.” Adrian set the box down, exhaling. “Maybe we needed to be.” The house had stood empty while they were away, but it didn’t feel lonely. It felt ready as if it had been waiting for them to come back not just as the family who lived there, but as the family who had found e
Italy felt like something out of a dream soft, golden, and timeless. They arrived in Tuscany just as the summer ripened, the hills rolling in waves of green and amber, dotted with cypress trees and the hum of life that seemed to move at a slower, kinder rhythm. The villa Gabriel booked sat on a rise overlooking a valley of vineyards, the kind that glowed bronze at sunset and smelled faintly of crushed grapes and earth. For the first time in a long while, Adrian didn’t wake to the sound of an alarm clock or the vibration of his phone. He woke to sunlight streaming through linen curtains, the smell of coffee drifting in from the kitchen, and the soft sound of Gabriel humming while Elias tried to make pancakes. It was domestic, ordinary and it was perfect... After breakfast, they would drive through winding roads to nearby villages, exploring cobblestone alleys where flowers spilled from terracotta pots and laughter echoed from cafés. Adrian watched Gabriel and Elias take turns t
It started over breakfast on a quiet Sunday morning. The sunlight poured through the kitchen window, warm and honeyed, catching in Gabriel’s hair as he leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee. Elias sat across the table, scrolling on his phone, while Adrian read the day’s headlines from his tablet. Everything about it was ordinary almost too ordinary and that’s when Gabriel set down his cup with a soft clink.“I think we need to get away,” he said suddenly.Adrian looked up, brow furrowing. “Away?”..like elope ????Gabriel smiled faintly. “Yes. Well not elope but away from boardrooms, contracts, deadlines. Away from this.” He gestured toward Adrian’s tablet. “Europe, maybe. Just us. No phones, no meetings, no alarms. Just time.”Elias perked up instantly, eyes wide. “Europe? Like… Paris? Italy? Maybe even London?”Gabriel chuckled. “Exactly like that.”Adrian’s lips curved into a small, uncertain smile. “You’re serious.”“Completely.”Adrian leaned back in his chair, arms cro
The morning light spilled through the wide glass windows of their bedroom, painting soft gold across the sheets. Adrian stirred first, eyes blinking open to a world that finally felt calm. No shadows lurking at the corners of his mind, no paranoia tugging at the edge of his consciousness just the quiet rhythm of breathing, Gabriel’s arm heavy around his waist, and the scent of coffee drifting faintly from downstairs.For a long moment, he didn’t move. He simply watched the sunlight move across Gabriel’s face, tracing the lines that hadn’t been there a few years ago. Laugh lines. Not from pain, not from forced smiles, but from genuine laughter. Adrian smiled faintly to himself.There was a time he thought he would never wake up to something so ordinary, so still. He’d lived too long in chaos fighting ghosts, chasing success, building empires on restless ambition. But here, in the soft hush of dawn, he realized this was what survival had bought him: peace...The peace he has looked so co
The nights had grown softer The storms that once haunted Adrian’s dreams the sirens, the blood, the echo of the gunshot had begun to fade into distant memory. In their place came something gentler. The sound of Gabriel’s quiet breathing beside him, the soft rustle of Elias’ laughter drifting from the other side of the house. For the first time in years, the Knight mansion didn’t feel like a fortress. It felt like a home.Adrian stood by the window that evening, watching the city skyline melt into the horizon. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the amber glow from the fireplace cast shadows across his face. He traced a hand down the faint scar on his shoulder a reminder of what he had survived and exhaled slowly.Behind him, Gabriel’s voice broke the silence.“You’re doing it again,” he said softly.Adrian turned, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Doing what?”“Staring at the skyline like it’s going to give you answers.”Adrian chuckled under his breath, walking back toward
Weeks drifted by after the surprise party soft, golden weeks filled with the kind of quiet that Adrian once believed he would never earn again. The house that had once echoed with tension now felt alive laughter in the kitchen, the patter of Elias’s feet on the stairs, the low hum of Gabriel’s voice when he read in the evenings. It was peace not the weak temporary kind that came between storms, but something deeper, truer.Adrian woke every morning with Gabriel’s warmth pressed against him, the faint sunlight spilling through the curtains, their breaths falling into rhythm. Some mornings they didn’t rush to get out of bed. Some mornings, they just stayed talking in whispers, fingers tracing idle paths across skin, learning again how to touch without fear of losing each other.For a man who had lived half his life in pursuit of control, Adrian had never known the gentleness of surrender — not until Gabriel.Their romance, once forged in secrecy and shadows, had evolved into someth
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