All Chapters of The billionaire's bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Twenty minutes had passed since Adrian Kane had spoken. He sat in his penthouse office, staring at the old file folder Selene had retrieved from his father’s archives—something they never should’ve found. A sealed deposition. From over twenty years ago. since the year his father passed away. Leila kept a close eye on him while she stood near the bar. She had never seen Adrian in this way before. Unraveled. Quiet. Vulnerable. Not the sharp billionaire who could destroy a competitor’s fortune with a single phone call. He was once a boy like this. the one who remained perplexed as to whether or not his father's passing was truly an accident. And now, thanks to Julian’s cruel little hint, the doubts were clawing their way to the surface. “Adrian,” Leila said gently, “what’s in the file?” He didn’t answer. Just slid it across the table. She opened it slowly. A single sheet of paper fell out. It was a sworn statement from a former Kane Corporation accountant—one who’d left the

The video still echoed in Leila’s mind long after the screen went black. Since then, Adrian had spoken nothing. He stood by the window, staring into the city like it held answers the video hadn’t given him. Leila got up from the sofa. “Adrian.” His shoulders were tense. Rigid. Like he was holding back a scream. She stepped closer. “Talk to me.” He turned slowly, his eyes dark. “My entire life… I thought he was a ruthless bastard. But he was trying to protect me.” “You know the truth now,” she said gently. Adrian laughed bitterly. I don't, no. I know pieces of it. Just enough to realize I’ve been playing a rigged game since the beginning.” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “If what Julian said is true, someone inside my company is still working with Cross.” Leila’s voice dropped. “Then we need to find them.” Adrian looked at her then—really looked at her. He murmured, "You keep saying we." “Even now.” “I’m in this,” she said. “With you.” His jaw tightened, a

Leila had felt eyes on her all day. She dismissed it at first as paranoia. They’d just exposed Thomas Vale. The company was bleeding, the press was circling like vultures, and somewhere in the shadows, another traitor was waiting to strike. Anxiety was expected. But as the day dragged on—through board meetings, security briefings, and tense elevator rides—she couldn’t shake the feeling. the sensation that she was being watched. Waiting. Hunting. By the time she returned to the penthouse that evening, her nerves were frayed. Adrian wasn’t home yet. His schedule was packed with emergency consultations and a surprise audit he’d requested on the legal department—specifically, Samantha Wu’s files. Leila slipped off her heels, her body aching. She poured a glass of wine and made her way to the balcony. That’s when she noticed it. A man in a black cap across the street. Stationary. Watching the building. observing her. Her hand tightened on the wineglass. She stepped back, d