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Adrian's POV"I should go to bed now," Sarah let out, scrambling to her feet."Goodnight, Sarah," I muttered. The kiss lingered in my mind long after Sarah disappeared upstairs. I sat in the dimly lit living room, staring at the almost empty bottle of wine on the table, replaying the moment in my head.It wasn’t planned. I hadn’t intended for it to happen. Yet, as I leaned back on the couch, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was inevitable.Her quiet strength had always drawn me in. The way she carried herself, even when everything seemed to weigh her down, was remarkable. Tonight, though, something shifted. I’d seen a side of her I hadn’t before—vulnerable, open, and unguarded.I ran a hand down my face, letting out a heavy sigh."What are you doing, Adrian?" I muttered to myself.It wasn’t part of the deal. I wasn’t supposed to care—at least not like this. This arrangement was meant to be simple: a contract, a partnership. But every time I saw her with Nora or caught her smiling

Adrian’s POVThe words left my mouth before I had the chance to rethink them, and the silence that followed was deafening. Sarah stood there, her hand still resting on the doorframe, her back stiff, her expression unreadable.What was I even saying? Was I insane to bring this up now? Maybe. But seeing Nora’s face earlier—the innocent hope in her eyes—had stirred something inside me I couldn’t ignore any longer.She didn’t move, didn’t speak, and for a brief, agonizing moment, I thought she was going to leave without saying a word. Then, slowly, she turned to face me fully."Adrian," she said softly, her voice cautious. "You can’t mean that.""But I do," I replied, surprising even myself with the certainty in my voice. "I don’t want this to just be a contract anymore, Sarah. Not for me, not for Nora."Her eyes widened, and I saw her grip the doorframe tighter, as if she needed something to steady her."Don’t do this," she said, her voice trembling. "Don’t say things you don’t mean.""I

Adrian’s POVThe soft glow of sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows as I descended the stairs, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air. It was one of those rare mornings where everything felt normal. Peaceful.Sarah was bustling around the kitchen, dressed in a simple but elegant blouse and jeans, her hair swept into a loose ponytail. Nora sat at the kitchen island, humming a cheerful tune while munching on a piece of toast."Good morning, ladies," I greeted, taking a seat across from Nora."Good morning, Daddy!" Nora chirped, her face lighting up with a grin. My heart felt like it would burst open. I didn't think she'd take what I said the day before so seriously. Sarah glanced over her shoulder, a spatula in hand. "Eat your breakfast quickly, Missie." She scolded, hiding a smile. "What does the best chef have for us today?" I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee. Sarah rolled her eyes, but I caught the faint smile tugging at her lips. "Toast and scrambled eggs."As we

Adrian’s POVThe moment Sarah fell asleep, I slipped out of the room, careful not to wake her. She was exhausted, and I hated that she had to go through this mess because of me. She didn’t deserve to carry the weight of my family’s power games or the vultures circling her past.If she hadn't gotten involved with me, her past wouldn't be plastered all over the place. Neither she or Nora would be in danger.I made my way downstairs, the quiet of the house doing little to soothe the turmoil inside me. My phone was still in my hand, the text from my father glaring back at me like a taunt.“Fix this mess, Adrian. Now.”Fix this? The audacity of the man. My father had spent years molding me into the perfect heir, dictating every move, every decision. And now, with Sarah’s past dredged up and splattered across headlines, he probably thought he could use this as leverage to remind me who truly held the reins.Not this time.I dialed his number, pacing the length of the living room as it rang.

Adrian's POVThe boardroom felt colder than usual, even though the temperature hadn’t changed. Maybe it was the weight of the glares directed at me, or the suffocating tension that filled the air.I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, my hands folded calmly in front of me, masking the storm brewing beneath my exterior. Around me sat the board members, most of them my father’s hand-picked allies. Loyal to him first, and to me only when it suited their agenda.The scandal had given them the excuse they’d been waiting for—to question my leadership, my judgment, my very place at the helm of Blackwood Enterprises."Let’s get started," Richard Blackwood’s voice cut through the silence, commanding as always. He sat at the far end of the table, his presence as domineering as ever. He wasn’t the chairman anymore, but everyone knew his influence still held sway.“As you all know, the recent media storm surrounding Adrian has brought unwelcome attention to the company,” Richard began, hi