LOGINElena’s hands trembled as she hung up the phone. Her heart was still racing from Lydia’s call. The shadows of the evening stretched long across the living room, but nothing seemed to matter in that moment except the knot of unease in her chest.
Adrian, who had been quietly reviewing some documents at the desk, looked up instantly. He noticed the tension in her posture, the slight quiver of her voice as she muttered to herself.“What happened?” he asked, standing and crossingAdrian waited until Clara stepped out of his office before he finally exhaled and leaned back in his chair. The meeting replayed in his mind with meticulous clarity—every glance, every hesitation, every word spoken by the man Nathan Hale sent in his place. Adrian had sat through countless negotiations, interrogations, and power plays in his life… but that encounter had been different.Too polished.Too orchestrated.Too intentional.And the most glaring sign of all—Nathan Hale did not show up himself.Adrian folded his hands together, fingers pressed tightly, the tension pulsing through his knuckles. He’s playing a psychological game.The proxy hadn’t come to talk.He came to deliver a message—one Nathan wanted him to interpret, not hear directly.A warning cloaked behind courtesy.A knock on the door broke his thoughts.“Sir?” Clara’s voice came gently.Adrian looked up. “Yes, Clara?”“You
“Clara, schedule it. Accept the email I received days ago. Let him come in, but quietly, on my terms.”Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he studied the ceiling, his mind already racing ahead. Nathan won’t come himself. He wouldn't do so. But even a proxy can give away too much if you know how to watch.Clara nodded again, her professional composure intact. “I’ll set it up. Conference room B?”“Perfect. Keep it secure, and make sure Cole is on standby. I want full eyes on him at all times,” Adrian said, his tone even but firm. There was no room for error here. Every detail mattered.He glanced at his desk, files neatly stacked but barely touched. His focus was elsewhere, mentally mapping the chessboard that Nathan Hale had unknowingly—or perhaps intentionally—laid before him. The visitor would not just be a man in a suit; he would be an extension of Nathan himself, a reflection of the man behind
Elena’s hands trembled as she hung up the phone. Her heart was still racing from Lydia’s call. The shadows of the evening stretched long across the living room, but nothing seemed to matter in that moment except the knot of unease in her chest.Adrian, who had been quietly reviewing some documents at the desk, looked up instantly. He noticed the tension in her posture, the slight quiver of her voice as she muttered to herself.“What happened?” he asked, standing and crossing the room in long, purposeful strides. His voice was calm, but the undercurrent of concern was unmistakable.Elena met his gaze, and the words spilled out, haltingly at first.“Lydia… someone approached her today,” she said. “A man… he knew her name, her role at the school… even our connection. He asked questions — targeted questions. This isn’t random anymore. It’s deliberate.”Adrian’s jaw clenched. He didn’t need any more explanation to understand the gravity. He ha
Did you people see the news? It’s everywhere again.”Lydia paused outside the staff room door, hearing the familiar sharp gossiping tone of Mrs. Tade’s voice. She wasn’t even trying to whisper.Another teacher scoffed. “Everywhere. Instagram. Facebook. Even parents’ WhatsApp group. They finally confirmed it — Mr. Blackwood is actually Aria’s father.”Someone else chimed in with irritation. “And Elena? That quiet girl? She hid something like that all these years?”Lydia’s grip tightened on the lesson plan folders in her arms.Here we go again…She pushed the door open, stepping inside, pretending not to hear them — but their voices carried.“I saw the pictures,” the younger English teacher said, leaning forward. “Him picking Aria up the other day… He’s so handsome, oh. Some women have luck, eh?”“Luck?” another teacher snorted. “Or strategy? You don’t just ‘accidentally’ end up with a billionaire’s child.”
“Shhh…Aria is asleep already,” Elena whispered, her hand resting lightly on Adrian’s arm as he leaned close to the doorway.Adrian straightened, lowering his voice but keeping his gaze fixed on her. “I know… I just—wanted to see her…you both, before I leave again.”Elena’s expression softened, but a flicker of worry lingered in her eyes. “You shouldn’t wake her. She needs rest. And so do you, for that matter.”Adrian gave a half-smile, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. “I’ll get some rest when the time is right. I promise. I just thought… I needed to let you know what’s happening also.”Her brows knit slightly. “You don’t need to explain everything to me, Adrian. Just promise me you’ll be back, that’s all.”“I can’t promise the world,” he murmured, “but I can promise you, Elena… I’ll protect you both. That, I swear.”The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint hum of the night through the open window. The moo
The office was quiet in a way that never felt natural. Too still. Too expectant. The kind of silence that made every click of the keyboard sound loud enough to echo. Adrian leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly as he glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:47 p.m.Later than he promised her.He rubbed his forehead with two fingers, fighting the steady throb of exhaustion. Papers were spread across his desk—financial records, scattered notes from the last twenty-four hours. He should have kept working. He should have kept digging.But a promise was a promise.Adrian reached for his phone, opening his contacts until he found the name he needed: Elena. He hesitated only for a second, then hit call and waited. The line rang once… twice…Then he heard the sound he needed: the soft shuffle, a little gasp, and then—“Daddy?”His chest loosened at the sound of Aria's voice. “Hey, sunshine.”She giggled, a tiny burst of
“Do you really have to go?” Elena’s voice was a whisper, almost lost to the hum of the sea outside the glass doors.Adrian paused halfway through buttoning his shirt. The morning light poured in behind him, tracing the lines of his shoulders, softening what should’ve looked cold and busi
The morning light spilled softly through the linen curtains, pale and golden, filling the seaside house with a warmth Elena hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. The hum of the waves outside was gentle, almost like a lullaby — a sound that seemed to promise safety. For the first time in weeks,
“Adrian!”Elena’s voice cracked through the dark, trembling and raw. The lights had gone out again—suddenly, sharply—and for a moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her own heartbeat. The folded piece of paper trembled in her hands, its words burning into her mind.You
“Mhmm…no…daddy, don’t go…”The words slip out in a whisper, barely louder than the hum of the ceiling fan. Adrian jolts awake. His hand, immediately patting her back. Aria, stills as her small fingers curl in her sleep. Her lashes flutter, and a soft sound escapes her throat — something between a s







