Semua Bab A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The storm didn’t let up. If anything, it gathered momentum. Fake inspections, surprise audits, fines that made no sense Ella’s company was under siege. And though she smiled bravely, Ryan could see the exhaustion written into the lines of her face. He had no doubt whose fingerprints were on the attacks. Adrien’s father wasn’t even hiding the trail anymore.Ryan clenched his fists as he stood in Ella’s office, watching her hang up the phone with forced calm.“That was the fire marshal again,” she said flatly. “Second visit this week. They want to ‘recheck’ wiring they cleared two months ago.Ryan swore under his breath. “This is harassment. They’re trying to wear you down until you close.Ella looked at him with weary eyes, then glanced at Adrien, who had come with Ryan, leaning against the window with that unreadable coolness he wore in battle.“It’s not just me,” Ella said. “Suppliers are hesitating. Customers too. They don’t want to be associated with… with controversy.” Her voice f

Choosing Each OtherThe apartment was too quiet. Adrien sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, his jaw tight. Ryan stood across from him, pacing, his hands restless as if they couldn’t decide whether to fold, clench, or reach for Adrien. The air between them hummed with unspoken tension.“You can’t keep pretending this doesn’t hurt you, Ryan said finally, his voice cracking. “Your father has made it his mission to destroy me us. And you’re the one caught in the middle.Adrien lifted his head, his gray eyes stormy. “Middle? Ryan, there is no middle. I’m here. With you. That’s the choice I’ve already made.Ryan’s laugh was bitter. “But at what cost, Adrien? You’ve cut yourself off from your family. You’ve lost opportunities. They’re attacking Ella now because she dared to stand by me. And then the past my past he made sure everyone saw it, dragged it into the light like filth.”His voice broke. He turned away, pressing a hand to his face. The shame from the headlines still b

The tension in the room was so thick Ryan could feel it pressing against his chest like a vice. Adrien had already spoken his truth, standing tall before the patriarch who had ruled this family for decades, and though his words had shaken the air, the silence that followed was just as deafening. Adrien’s father sat rigid in his chair at the head of the long mahogany table, hands folded as if carved from stone. His jaw was tight, his eyes simmering with fury. No one dared to speak. Relatives filled the grand dining room brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins all silent witnesses to a generational war unfolding. Finally, the old man broke. “You think you’re strong, Adrien? His voice was a sharp knife, cutting the quiet. “You think standing there with him makes you a man?” His finger jabbed toward Ryan like an accusation, venom dripping from every syllable. “You’re nothing but a foolish boy throwing away everything I built. Ryan’s stomach knotted. He kept his chin up, though th

The room was heavy with silence, the kind that seemed to choke the air out of Ryan’s lungs. Adrien stood at the center of it, his father’s voice still echoing like a gavel strike against the walls of their family home. The words had been clear, brutal, designed to cut Choose him, or choose us.Ryan sat rigid at the edge of the room, fingers twisted together until the knuckles burned white. He didn’t want Adrien to answer. Not like this. Not with the entire family gathered, eyes on him like a jury waiting for the condemned man to hang himself. His chest ached with dread, because he knew no matter what Adrien said he would be blamed for tearing a dynasty apart.Adrien’s father stood tall, chin lifted, cold authority dripping from every line of his face. Adrien. Do you want a future with your family or do you want to throw it all away for…..His gaze cut toward Ryan like a knife hmm him?Every whisper in the room seemed to crawl under Ryan’s skin. He could feel Adrien’s relatives watchi

The estate had grown quieter in the days since Adrien’s last confrontation with his father Too quiet. It was as though a storm had passed but instead of leaving behind wreckage it left an eerie stillness that unsettled everyone who had lived under its shadow.Adrien felt it most sharply.He stood at the balcony outside his study watching the sun sink past the city skyline painting the clouds in shades of orange and violet. The silence was deceptive his father had not spoken to him directly not issued commands, threats or veiled remarks For a man who built his life on control and intimidation silence was not peace It was plotting.Ryan approached from behind his steps soft deliberate Adrien didn’t need to turn he felt his presence the warmth that always seemed to ease the tension in his chest Ryan carried two mugs of tea setting one beside Adrien before leaning on the railing.“Still nothing? Ryan asked quietly.Adrien shook his head Not a word No calls No messages It’s unlike him He