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Chapter 163

Author: A.M Wynter.
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-23 21:29:25

The house had never been so quiet.

After the vow renewal and the warmth of friends’ laughter, after the champagne glasses had been cleared and the last string of lanterns had dimmed, the estate stood in perfect stillness. Even the trees seemed to sway more slowly, the night breeze passing through them like a lullaby.

Inside, the low light of the sconces cast golden pools across the hallways. Somewhere down the corridor, Aria slept in her nursery, her soft breathing barely audible through the monitor placed on the nightstand. Elena sat curled up on the couch in the living room, her legs tucked beneath her, a light robe drawn around her shoulders. Her face was bare, her expression soft and peaceful as she sipped a warm cup of chamomile tea.

Adrain entered quietly from the study, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He wasn’t tired, not in the physical sense. But something in him had been stirring since they got back from the vow renewal. A restlessness—no
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    The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the garden room, painting everything in warm gold. Outside, leaves swirled gently in the breeze, casting flickering shadows over the stone pathway. The estate was unusually quiet—not with tension, but with a serene kind of stillness that only comes after long battles have finally been won.Adrain sat at the breakfast table, still in his white linen shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. A newspaper lay folded beside his plate—its front-page headline read:"Adrian Company Breaks New Ground in Southeast Asia— Leading Landmark Deala."He didn't need to read it. He already knew the details. The deal had been weeks in the making. Sophie's team had sealed it yesterday, expanding the company’s digital infrastructure operations into an emerging region that was still finding its footing in the global tech economy. It was a smart move, and it was executed with precision.But more than that—it was ethical.No corners cut. No backroom manipulation. Ju

  • The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge   Chapter 163

    The house had never been so quiet.After the vow renewal and the warmth of friends’ laughter, after the champagne glasses had been cleared and the last string of lanterns had dimmed, the estate stood in perfect stillness. Even the trees seemed to sway more slowly, the night breeze passing through them like a lullaby.Inside, the low light of the sconces cast golden pools across the hallways. Somewhere down the corridor, Aria slept in her nursery, her soft breathing barely audible through the monitor placed on the nightstand. Elena sat curled up on the couch in the living room, her legs tucked beneath her, a light robe drawn around her shoulders. Her face was bare, her expression soft and peaceful as she sipped a warm cup of chamomile tea.Adrain entered quietly from the study, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He wasn’t tired, not in the physical sense. But something in him had been stirring since they got back from the vow renewal. A restlessness—no

  • The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge   Chapter 162

    The early sun was just beginning to dip, casting long streaks of amber and blush across the sky, the color of fading roses and warm honey. In the garden behind Adrain and Elena’s estate—once a quiet stretch of lawn shaded by olive trees—rows of chairs had been set up beneath a trellis dressed in white roses, eucalyptus, and soft loops of linen. Lanterns dangled overhead, gently swaying in the breeze, catching and scattering light like bits of stardust.It wasn’t a grand affair, though it could have been. No journalists, no corporate banners, no politics. Just the people who mattered—the ones who had stood with them through storms and silence.And love.The vow renewal was Adrain’s idea, though Elena had guessed it before he ever said the words.He’d brought it up the morning they returned from Paris, while she sat barefoot in the kitchen, feeding Aria from a little silver spoon and humming a tune she barely remembered. He had walked in, kissed the top of her head, and simply said:“Le

  • The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge   Chapter 161

    The sky was still streaked with the faint glow of morning as the private jet cut through the clouds, descending gently toward the city they had left behind just two weeks before. Below, the skyline emerged from a veil of mist—familiar, sprawling, and no longer threatening. It was the city where they had endured betrayal, fought battles, and ultimately built something new. But this time, as it came into view, it didn’t feel like a fortress.It felt like home.Adrain glanced across the cabin at Elena, who cradled Aria in her arms. The baby had grown in subtle but noticeable ways—her cheeks rounder, her eyes more alert. She gurgled softly now, little fists batting at the edge of the blanket, and even her cries had changed tone. He’d memorized every sound.Elena caught his eye and smiled, her fingers gently stroking Aria’s back.“You think everything will be exactly the same?” she asked quietly.“No,” Adrain said. “And I don’t want it to be.”The landing was smooth, the crew efficient and

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    The plane descended slowly through a sky painted in the soft watercolors of dusk—lavender clouds trailing gold across the horizon as the city of Paris unfurled beneath them, aglow like a dream recalled just before waking.From his window seat, Adrain watched as the Eiffel Tower came into view, its iron latticework catching the dying sunlight. The Seine shimmered below like a winding ribbon of light, bridges stretching across it like outstretched arms. For a moment, he said nothing. Neither did Elena. Her hand was in his, warm and steady, their fingers intertwined not out of habit but choice.Aria slept between them, cradled in a soft sling across Elena’s chest, the faintest breath rising and falling against her mother's heart.Adrain leaned closer, his voice a murmur. “It hasn’t changed.”Elena smiled. “Or maybe we haven’t seen it clearly until now.”They landed quietly at Le Bourget—avoiding the crowds of Charles de Gaulle. A discreet private car awaited them, and soon they were glid

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    It had been a week saturated with gratitude—a tide of restored trust, reconciled relationships, and long-overdue acknowledgments. The hallways of Adrain’s company buzzed with new energy, not just productivity but something rarer: unity. After months of tension and whispers, the air had shifted. There was laughter again. Pride. People walked taller.But inside Adrain, another rhythm had begun to rise—a quieter one.That morning, he woke before the alarm.The bedroom was dim, the curtains filtering in only the softest light from the waking city beyond. Elena slept beside him, her hand curled near her cheek, hair falling across the pillow like a silk ribbon. Even in sleep, there was something strong in the curve of her brow, something resilient. She had held herself together while the world around them buckled. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d truly rested.Adrain sat up slowly, careful not to wake her. He moved to the edge of the bed and looked out the window. The skyline stretc

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    The city’s rhythm had settled into a steady late-afternoon pulse—the hour when shadows grew long and the skyline turned a softer shade of steel blue. Inside the company’s headquarters, lights glowed warm behind glass, casting streaks of gold across marble floors and sleek metallic accents. Most days, Adrain moved through this space with precise purpose, always calculating the next pivot, the next move.But today was different.He sat alone in his office, not behind his desk, but in one of the visitor chairs, elbows on knees, hands folded. The room was quiet save for the low tick of the minimalist wall clock and the distant hum of elevator doors opening and closing.On the polished table before him were two small, unmarked envelopes. Both had been delivered by hand—no courier, no return address. Inside each was a brief note, unsigned. The handwriting in both was different, but the messages struck with identical humility:"We never needed thanks. We only did what we had to."And yet, Ad

  • The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge   Chapter 157

    Rain tapped gently against the towering windows of Adrain’s company headquarters—more a soft percussion than a storm. The sky above the city had turned a calm shade of gray, the kind that seemed to slow time, as if urging the world to pause and reflect. Inside, the atrium hummed with the low murmur of business as usual: elevators dinging softly, footsteps echoing over polished floors, the faint buzz of quiet conversation and commerce.But today, Adrain wasn’t thinking about markets, or meetings, or numbers on screens.Today was personal.He stood alone in the executive wing, near the glass balustrade overlooking the open floor below. His hands were tucked in his pockets, his posture relaxed but alert. He was waiting.Nathan was coming.And this time, he’d be walking through the front doors—not as a silent whistleblower, not as a ghost from the past, but as a man welcomed home.The elevator dinged behind him.Adrain turned as the doors parted.Nathan stepped out, still wearing the same

  • The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge   Chapter 156

    Morning sunlight crept gently through the tall windows of Adrain’s office, painting honey-colored rectangles across the floor. The building stood high above the city—its walls of glass allowing a near-panoramic view of rooftops, traffic, and clouds gliding slowly across a sky that promised a calm day. Inside, it was silent, save for the subtle hum of the air system and the quiet rustle of papers being reviewed.Adrain leaned back in his chair, not his usual power pose, but something softer. Reflective. There was no board meeting this morning, no urgent calls lined up—he had deliberately cleared his schedule for this. Today wasn’t about business. It was about honor.On the large walnut desk in front of him sat several open folders—each one containing a name, a face, a story. Every page was evidence of someone who had stood up, stepped forward, and in their own way helped pull him back from the edge when everything had begun to unravel months ago.The crisis had nearly destroyed more th

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