Adrian and Sophia burst into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind them. The sharp click of the lock echoed through the small space, but the momentary safety did little to ease the storm raging in their hearts.Adrian holstered his gun, his movements quick and precise as he scanned the room for anything they could use. “We don’t have much time,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Vincent’s men will regroup and come back stronger.”Sophia nodded, pushing aside the lingering fear. “What do we do? We can’t keep running.”“We don’t,” Adrian replied firmly. He opened a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards, revealing a second laptop, additional weapons, and a stash of documents. “It’s time to take the fight to him.”Sophia crossed the room, her eyes narrowing. “How? Vincent has the resources, the connections... everything.”Adrian smirked, the edge of his lips curling into something cold and determined. “Not everything. He doesn’t have you.”She blinked, startled by the intensity
The room erupted into chaos as Vincent's guards raised their weapons, the thunderous sound of gunfire ricocheting through the air. Adrian grabbed Sophia, pulling her down behind the heavy oak desk as bullets whizzed past, shattering monitors and sending sparks flying.“Stay low!” Adrian barked, his voice sharp and commanding as he returned fire, taking down one of Vincent’s men with a precise shot.Sophia’s heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled for her own gun, her fingers trembling. She peeked around the edge of the desk, her mind racing with panic and adrenaline.“Adrian!” she shouted over the chaos. “We’re outnumbered!”“I know!” he yelled back, reloading his weapon with practiced ease. “We just need to hold them off until the virus finishes uploading!”Sophia risked another glance at the computer screen. The progress bar on the monitor crawled forward agonizingly slowly, sitting at 68%.Another explosion of gunfire forced her back down as one of the guards advanced toward thei
The sun broke through the horizon, painting the sky in fiery streaks of red and gold, but the weight of their victory was fleeting. The winding road stretched endlessly ahead as Adrian tightened his grip on the wheel, his jaw clenched in silent determination.Sophia sat beside him, her body aching from the night’s chaos but her mind refusing to rest. She kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting Vincent's men to appear at any moment.“How long until we reach the safehouse?” she asked, her voice hoarse.“An hour,” Adrian replied, his tone calm but edged with tension. “It’s remote, secure. We can regroup there.”Sophia nodded, though unease prickled her skin. She’d learned by now that no place was truly safe, not with Vincent’s shadow looming over them.Her phone buzzed in her pocket, jolting her from her thoughts. She pulled it out and froze at the unknown number flashing on the screen.Adrian noticed her hesitation. “Answer it,” he said firmly, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirro
The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the towering trees surrounding the battered cabin, casting long shadows across the ground. Sophia’s breathing was shallow as she pressed her back against the wall inside the cabin. Her hand clutched the cool metal of her gun, and every nerve in her body screamed for her to stay alert.Adrian was crouched near the window, peering out through the cracked glass. His face was a mask of focus, his gun resting on his thigh as he scanned the treeline. The tension in the air was palpable—Vincent was coming, and this time, there was no escape.“Adrian,” Sophia whispered, her voice barely audible. “What if he’s already here, watching us?”Adrian didn’t look at her, his voice calm and steady. “He wants us to feel trapped, to second-guess ourselves. That’s how he works. But he’s not going to win this time.”Sophia’s grip on the gun tightened. “I just... I don’t want to lose you.”Adrian turned to her, his piercing eyes locking onto hers. “You wo
The clearing was eerily quiet as the sun disappeared entirely, leaving only the flickering remnants of the explosions to light the scene. Adrian stood over Vincent's unconscious body, his gun still trained on the man as if expecting him to leap up in defiance. Sophia remained at his side, clutching her own weapon with trembling hands, her gaze fixed on the horizon where sirens began to wail in the distance.“They’re coming,” she said, her voice hoarse from the chaos they’d just endured.Adrian’s lips tightened into a grim line. “Good. This ends tonight.” He crouched, zip-tying Vincent’s wrists with practiced efficiency, ignoring the faint groan that escaped the villain’s lips as he stirred. Adrian wasn’t taking any chances. Vincent wouldn’t escape—not this time.Sophia scanned the bodies littering the clearing, a sick feeling coiling in her stomach. “What if there’s more? What if this isn’t all of them?”Adrian stood, brushing off his hands as he looked her in the eye. “If there’s mor
Sophia’s hand hovered over her coffee cup as Adrian outlined his plan. The tension in his voice was palpable, his words sharp and decisive. Every fiber of her being told her this wasn’t going to be easy, but Adrian’s confidence gave her strength.“So, the offshore accounts?” she asked, breaking the silence.Adrian leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “Vincent’s accounts are the key. We track them, we find the remainder of his network. He can’t fund anything if we cut off his resources. The hard part is getting access without tipping off his associates.”Sophia frowned, the bitter coffee forgotten as she processed his words. “Won’t they already be on high alert after last night?”“They will be,” Adrian admitted. “But that’s why we need to move now. They’ll be scrambling to reorganize, but confusion works in our favor.”Sophia watched him closely, the determination etched into his features. She wanted to ask how far he was willing to go, but deep down, she already knew the a
The warmth of the crackling fire in Adrian’s study contrasted sharply with the cool tension that still lingered in the air. Sophia stood near the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming through the tall panes. Her arms were crossed over her chest, but not out of anger—out of uncertainty.Adrian stood a few feet away, leaning against his desk, his gaze fixed on her. The soft glow of the firelight danced over his face, revealing a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. Tonight, they were both stripped bare—not physically, but emotionally. There were no more secrets to hide behind, no masks to wear.“Why did you really agree to this marriage?” Sophia asked, her voice breaking the silence. She didn’t look at him, her gaze fixed on the moonlit gardens beyond. “Was it just convenience? A way to solve both our problems?”Adrian exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “At first, yes,” he admitted. “It was a calculated decision. Your family needed help, and
The announcement was scheduled for Saturday, and Adrian was taking no half-measures. The Blackwood name commanded attention, and his decision to unveil the truth—not just about himself but about Sophia—would undoubtedly ripple through high society. Sophia had expected a small press release, maybe a few controlled interviews. Instead, Adrian had gone grand, planning an extravagant garden party at Blackwood Manor. The estate buzzed with activity as preparations began in earnest. The sprawling lawns were being transformed into a picturesque wonderland, complete with fairy lights, elegant floral arrangements, and a stage for Adrian’s address. Sophia wandered through the chaos, her nerves building with every step. She had agreed to this—wanted this—but the reality of stepping into the spotlight as Mrs. Blackwood was daunting. “Penny for your thoughts?” Adrian’s voice broke through her reverie. He was leaning against a nearby pillar, his eyes locked on her with a mixture of amusement and
The boardroom at Blackwood Global was a glass fortress—high above the city, suspended between ambition and judgment. Every seat was filled. Shareholders, executives, legal teams, and media advisors watched with wary eyes as Adrian Blackwood entered, cane in hand, jaw set like steel.He didn’t limp for effect. He didn’t need to. Every inch of him radiated command, and today, he wasn’t playing the crippled recluse.He was the man reclaiming his name.Sophia followed him inside, poised and unshakable, a storm in heels and silk. The room shifted as they moved. Whispers buzzed. Mercer hadn’t arrived yet—but his absence was its own threat.Adrian reached the head of the table, placed the flash drive down like a sword.“This meeting is no longer about quarterly earnings,” he said, voice calm but carrying. “It’s about truth.”A few chuckles escaped. Someone tried to speak—but Adrian raised a hand.“I won’t waste your time. For years, this company has been shadowed by one man’s control—Victor
The city glimmered below like a thousand secrets, each light a whisper of stories no one dared tell.Lauren Evans stepped into the old Blackstone Warehouse at the pier—once a shell company for Adrian’s early holdings, now abandoned. Dust clung to the floor, and the silence hummed with memories. This was where she’d helped him fake the medical records. Where they’d first begun the charade.Now it felt like a graveyard.She didn’t flinch when Sophia emerged from the shadows.“I thought you’d bring security,” Lauren said flatly.“I figured if you were going to kill me, you wouldn’t have waited this long.”A beat of silence passed. Lauren smirked. “Fair enough.”Sophia crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “Why did you come?”Lauren let out a slow breath. “Because I’m tired. Of Mercer. Of lies. Of pretending like I don’t know who I became.”“Then do something about it.”Lauren walked past her, stopping by the crates stacked like forgotten ghosts. “I gave everything to Adrian. Loyal
The silence in the hospital room was thick—too thick.Sophia sat by Adrian’s bedside, her fingers curled around his, her thumb tracing circles over his knuckles. He hadn’t spoken since they brought him in. Not much, anyway. Just mumbled fragments in between waves of pain and morphine.But now, in the sterile quiet of the private recovery suite, there was no distraction left. No tunnel walls. No gunfire. No one but the two of them—and the questions that hung in the air like ghosts.Adrian stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the dim light. His gaze found hers instantly, like a magnet to steel.“Hey,” she whispered.He tried to smile. It was more of a grimace. “Hey.”Sophia leaned in, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. “You scared me. Again.”“I know.” His voice was raw, raspy. “I’m sorry.”“You don’t have to be sorry for getting shot,” she murmured, voice trembling with the effort to stay light.His eyes searched hers, dark and unreadable. “Not just for
Rain fell softly.Not a downpour. Not a storm. Just a quiet drizzle, like the world was trying to wash away the blood and lies that had soaked too deep into their bones.Sophia sat by Adrian’s hospital bed, a thin blanket draped around her shoulders. Her clothes were still damp from the forest, her knuckles scraped, her body sore. But none of that mattered. Not when the man lying unconscious beside her had nearly died—for the second time in as many weeks.The machines around them beeped with steady rhythm, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Each one was a small victory. Proof that he was still here.Still hers.Her fingers hovered near his, close enough to feel his warmth but afraid to touch him, as if contact would shatter the fragile peace that hung between life and loss. The room was dimly lit, shadows cast by the blinking monitors. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the faint aroma of rain from the window left slightly ajar.It reminded her
Sophia couldn’t move.Her back was against the damp stone wall, Adrian beside her, barely upright, bleeding and pale. But it wasn’t his condition that stole her breath this time—it was the gun pointed straight at them.Lauren stood just feet away, framed by the flickering tunnel light, dressed in her usual tailored black but with an edge to her presence that Sophia had never seen before. Her cool, professional poise was still intact, but her eyes… they were wild. Sharp. Dangerous.Adrian's jaw tightened. “Lauren. You’re working with Mercer.”Lauren smiled, slow and cold. “Well, someone had to clean up after your messes. And Mercer offered a better position.”Sophia’s voice was barely a whisper. “You were his assistant. You said you believed in Adrian. That you chose him.”“I did.” Lauren’s expression faltered—just for a second. “But belief only gets you so far when you're treated like you’re invisible. Disposable. Do you even remember the last time you actually thanked me, Adrian?”Ad
The tunnel stretched on endlessly, winding through the cold earth like a forgotten secret. The only light came from Simon’s flashlight, flickering against the damp stone walls. Sophia kept her hand entwined with Adrian’s, though his grip had loosened—his steps slower, staggered. She could feel it now more than ever: his body was failing him.“Adrian,” she said softly, her voice barely rising above the echo of their footsteps. “You’re bleeding again.”“I’m fine.” His answer was mechanical, like it had been all night.She halted, refusing to move until he turned to face her. “No, you’re not.”He tried to tug her forward, but his strength faltered. The moment his weight shifted, he stumbled against the wall, groaning under his breath.Simon spun around. “That’s it. We’re stopping. He’s losing too much blood.”“I said I’m—” Adrian’s protest faded as his knees buckled.“Adrian!” Sophia caught him, her arms wrapping around his waist as he slumped into her.Simon moved fast, shrugging off hi
The air in the underground tunnel was thick with tension, a suffocating mix of fear, urgency, and uncertainty. The faint echo of footsteps reverberated off the stone walls as Sophia tried to match her pace with Adrian’s, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the weight of his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. The force with which he held her was almost as if he were trying to pull her into his strength, into his battle, to shield her from everything that was coming.But she knew—she knew—that it wasn’t going to be that simple. Not anymore."Adrian…" Her voice was a whisper, but it seemed to echo in the thick darkness of the tunnel.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he continued to lead them forward with a steady, determined stride, his jaw clenched and his back rigid. His eyes—those eyes that had always held a storm, even in the calmest of moments—were darker now, filled with something raw and dangerous. She could see it in the set of his shoulders, the tension in
The hallway of Blackwood Manor felt like a labyrinth. The walls, adorned with heavy tapestries and portraits, closed in on her as she paced, unable to shake the sense of impending doom. Sophia’s thoughts were clouded, her heart a chaotic swirl of emotions. The memory of Adrian’s promise to keep her safe lingered in her mind, but she couldn’t push past the fear that clawed at her insides. What had happened to him? she wondered desperately. Where was he? The echoes of gunfire still rang in her ears, and the explosion of chaos that had unfolded downstairs was fresh in her memory. Adrian’s face, that cold determination, still burned in her mind—an image of him fighting with all his strength, all his rage. But what had it cost him? What had it cost them both? She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. Adrian had always been a man who kept his emotions buried, his plans hidden behind walls of stone. She had learned that much in their time together. But ton
Darkness still clung to the edges of the room, the scent of gunpowder lingering in the air like a ghost of the chaos that had unfolded. Sophia’s breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers trembling as she clutched Adrian’s hand.His grip was firm, steady, but his eyes… they held something dangerous. A storm of fury.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. "Adrian… what did you do?"Adrian didn’t answer right away. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles, an unspoken promise in the gesture, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.Simon stepped forward, his face grim. "She should rest. We need to get her somewhere safe."Adrian finally exhaled, his voice a low growl. "She’s not staying here."Sophia struggled to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain in her ribs. "Adrian, you can’t keep running from this. You can’t fight every battle alone."His jaw clenched. "This isn’t just about me anymore, Sophia. Mercer sent men to kill you. This war just got personal."A shiver ran down her