บททั้งหมดของ The billionaire's secret vows : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

A Love Finally at PeaceFor the first time since their marriage began, Sophia and Adrian had found peace.The storm of lies, betrayals, and distrust had finally settled, leaving behind something neither had expected—genuine happiness.Sophia stretched lazily in bed, feeling the warmth of Adrian’s arm draped over her waist. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. She turned to face him, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the quiet intensity that never seemed to leave his expression—even in sleep."You’re staring again," Adrian murmured, his lips curving into a smirk without opening his eyes.Sophia smiled. "You’re beautiful when you’re not scowling."His deep chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. "I don’t scowl.""You do. A lot."Adrian pulled her closer, pressing a lingering kiss against her forehead. "Then maybe you should keep distracting me so I don’t."Sophia laughed, letting herself sink into the warmth of his embrace.For the first ti

Adrian Blackwood was not a patient man.He stood in the center of his war room—his penthouse transformed into a command center—eyes locked on the digital map spread across the screen. Red dots flickered across the city, his men tracking every possible lead.Sophia was out there. And she was running out of time."Sir," one of his men, Carter, spoke. "We have a location. South Docks. Simon’s men were spotted moving a black SUV into an abandoned shipyard."Adrian’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists, his body rigid with barely restrained fury.Simon had made a fatal mistake. He had taken the one thing Adrian would never let go of.Adrian turned, his voice cold and lethal."Get the cars ready. We move now."His men nodded, swiftly preparing. But Adrian wasn’t waiting.He grabbed his gun, checked the chamber, and stormed out the door.Tonight, Simon Blackwood would pay in blood.---Sophia’s body ached.The ropes binding her wrists cut into her skin, her head still throbbing from

The silence after Sophia’s warning was deafening.Adrian felt the weight of her words settle like lead in his chest.They’re coming.His grip on her hand tightened as he turned to Simon, his jaw clenched. "Talk. Now."Simon exhaled, rubbing his temple, eyes flickering toward the wreckage before settling on Adrian. "I don’t know how deep this goes yet, but whoever did this? They don’t just want you dead." He glanced at Sophia, his expression unreadable. "They want to take everything from you first."Adrian’s blood ran cold. "Names. Give me a damn name, Simon."Simon hesitated. It was brief—almost imperceptible—but Adrian caught it."That’s what I’m trying to figure out," Simon muttered. "This wasn’t just some hit job, Blackwood. This was a message."Adrian’s body tensed as he stared at Simon. For days, they had been at odds, always standing on opposite sides of a fight. Now, for the first time, there was something different in Simon’s eyes—reluctance, maybe even the smallest flicker of

The room was bathed in shadows, broken only by the dim glow of the bedside lamp where Sophia lay unconscious. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the lingering metallic tang of blood, creating a suffocating weight in the air.Adrian crouched low, his gun steady in his grip, his heart a relentless drum in his chest. His every instinct screamed at him to eliminate the threat, but the voice from the hallway froze him in place."Come out, Blackwood. Let’s finish this."The voice was familiar—too familiar.Adrian’s blood turned to ice. His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles whitening."No. It can’t be—"Simon moved with the precision of a trained soldier, gun raised as he positioned himself by the shattered window. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning for movement. "Adrian," he murmured, "you need to get Sophia out of here. I’ll handle this."Adrian shook his head. "No," he said, voice low and lethal. "This ends tonight."The tension in the air crackled, an electric charge before a s

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