LOGIN“Pathetic,” Vincent muttered, though his voice carried more strain than conviction. “He thinks he can threaten me?”
The words echoed through the dimly lit office, swallowed by the hum of the city outside. Rain tapped against the wide windows like impatient fingers, steady and relentless. Vincent stood motionless, facing his own reflection — his jaw tight, his shoulders tense. The bruise-colored light from the storm painted him in uneven shades of gray, and for a brief second, he sawThe office was quiet. Too quiet. Nathan Hale’s eyes lingered on the screen, tracing the last transmission from Vincent. Seventy-two hours. Not a word. Not a single signal. Nothing. He leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, the dim light of the monitor reflecting in his eyes. His jaw clenched, not in anger, but in cold, deliberate calculation. This was no surprise, not really. Vincent’s silence was deliberate. It had been forced. Someone had captured him, and that someone was skilled, methodical… dangerous. Nathan didn’t flinch. He didn’t even curse. He simply allowed a slow smile to creep across his face. “So, Adrian Blackwood finally shows his teeth.” The thought made him lean forward, fingers steepling beneath his chin. He reviewed the final scraps of intelligence Vincent had managed to send before the line went dead. The scandal he leaked of a child, of secrecy, of Aria—Adrian’s secret daughter—the revelation was smal
The night had settled thick and quiet over the estate, the kind of stillness that usually soothed Adrian’s mind. But tonight, the silence pressed against him like something waiting to break. He stood outside on the upper terrace, one hand braced on the cold railing as he looked over the spread of land below. From here he could see almost everything—driveway, gates, tree line, the security posts lit by muted yellow lamps. Everything appeared normal… and yet nothing felt normal.The wind pushed against his shirt, crisp and cool, but it did nothing to settle the heat rolling beneath his skin. Too many things were shifting too fast. The revelation about Nathan Hale, the call Lydia made to Elena. People asking questions in her hometown. He didn’t like the pattern forming; he didn’t like the fact that Elena and Aria’s names were being tossed into conversations large enough to draw attention. He hated that he wasn’t the one who detected it first.Adrian inhaled deeply, adjusting his jaw, thi
“Elena, finally you picked up.”Lydia’s voice burst through the speaker before Elena could even greet her. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, startled by the urgency in her friend’s tone. She had barely stepped out of the study where she was sorting Aria’s coloring books when her phone vibrated, Lydia’s name flashing repeatedly.Elena steadied her breath. “Lydia, what’s wrong? You sound… stressed.”“Oh, stressed? Please, that’s an understatement.” Lydia groaned loudly. “Elena, everything is upside down here. I’ve been calling you since yesterday!”Elena blinked, glancing toward the hallway where soft voices echoed — Aria humming a tune and Adrian moving around in the living room. She stepped into the quiet of the guest room, closing the door gently.“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s been… a lot here.”“A lot for you there?” Lydia scoffed. “Elena, if I tell you what has been going on, you will drop to the floor.”Elena sank slowly onto the edge of the bed. “Alright,” she said car
“Reginald Hale had a son. Nathan Hale.”The words crackled through the receiver, cold, deliberate, and entirely unexpected. Adrian sat back in his chair, the leather groaning beneath him. He hadn’t moved for a long moment, just letting the words settle.Nathan Hale. He had never known. His father had never mentioned it. Not a whisper, not even in passing. The realization felt like a stone settling into the pit of his stomach.Memories of his father’s old alliances, of whispered conversations in boardrooms and offices he’d never been allowed to enter, came rushing back unbidden. Files that had been sealed, papers he had glimpsed and quickly averted his eyes from—they suddenly seemed far more sinister. And now, the past was reaching across the years, nudging him with a cold, inevitable force.If Reginald really has a son… Adrian’s thoughts sharpened. …and if he’s the one pulling Vincent’s strings…then this isn’t just business anymore. It’s pers
“Talk.”Adrian’s voice was low, quiet — the kind that could silence an entire room without needing to rise above a whisper.He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting against his temple, the other gripping the phone. The soft hum of the television filled the background — alongside a cartoon playing on the tablet that rested on the coffee table.Beside him, Aria sat cross-legged on the couch around her shoulders, giggling softly at the animated characters dancing across the screen.It was still early — sunlight barely spilling through the curtains — but Adrian’s mind had been awake long before dawn. He hadn’t really slept since the night before.The voice on the other end of the line spoke, calm and measured.“I’ve found something. About Reginald Hale.”Adrian’s fingers tightened slightly. “I’m listening.”“Most of the records connected to him were scrubbed clean. But I managed to recover fragments — financial arch
“Daddy… why didn’t you come back sooner?”The small voice broke the quiet of the living room, soft but, fragile in a way that tugged sharply at something inside Adrian’s chest.Adrian lowered himself to her level immediately.“Come here, princess,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms.Aria slid into his embrace instantly, her little arms wrapping tightly around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder, not bouncing, not talking—just… holding on.Elena stood a few feet away, watching them. Her expression was soft, tucked carefully behind a small smile that didn’t quite hide her worry.Adrian looked at her over Aria’s shoulder.“Elena,” he said softly, “what happened?”Elena exhaled and walked toward them, brushing a gentle hand down Aria’s hair.“She wasn’t feeling well while you were gone,” Elena explained quietly. “Feverish. No appetite. She kept waking up at night.”Her voice lowered even further.“She missed you. A lot more than she let on.”Aria sniffed, her tiny fingers
The morning light broke through the blinds in thin, uneven stripes, painting the room in shades of gray. It should have been comforting — the soft hum of the city, the faint buzz of warmth from the penthouse heater — but everything inside Elena felt cold.She hadn’t slept. Every time she
The storm didn’t stop that night. It clawed at the windows, fierce and wild, like the world itself was trying to warn her.Elena stood still, her arm tight around Aria as thunder rolled through the small apartment. The air felt charged—alive with fear. Across the room, Adrian’s tall fram
The rain hadn’t stopped all day.It came down in thin silver threads, dripping from the edge of Elena’s umbrella and soaking through her shoes. She held Aria’s small hand tightly as they walked, the little girl’s yellow raincoat flashing bright against the gray world.“Can we ju
The city below looked deceptively calm. From the top floor of Blackwood Tower, the world was just glass, noise, and distance — the kind of distance Adrian had built brick by brick around his own heart.He stood by the window, fingers wrapped around a tumbler of scotch, eyes following the







