All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET REDEMPTION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Your numbers are strong, Adrian. Stronger than ever. But your eyes aren’t on the room.”Victoria Kane’s voice cut across the boardroom. She didn’t raise her tone, she didn’t need to. Her words carried weight.Adrian Knight leaned back in his chair at the head of the polished black table. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed the skyline behind him, a city that he had grown used to. To anyone watching, he was untouchable. To Victoria, he was distracted.“My eyes are everywhere,” Adrian said smoothly, his baritone carrying the kind of confidence that built empires. Yet his jaw tightened. He caught it in his reflection on the glass, his control slipping for just a second.“The board doesn’t like uncertainty,” Victoria continued, folding her manicured hands. “And lately, you breathe uncertainty.”Murmurs rippled among the executives seated around the table. Adrian let them talk. He’d learned long ago that silence unsettled men more than shouting ever could. When the whispers grew, he leaned forw

Adrian, focus.”The whisper came from Victoria at his side. Her eyes, sharp enough to cut through the tension, flicked toward his clenched jaw. “The judge is watching you.”Adrian barely heard her. His gaze was fixed on the boy.The boy with Gabriel Vega’s eyes.The boy with his own face.He sat in the gallery, small hands gripping a pencil, the tip scratching lines into a notebook. But every tilt of his head, every spark of curiosity in those brown eyes, it was as if Adrian was staring into a mirror from years ago.Adrian’s chest constricted. He had spent his whole life controlling everything, markets, rivals, empires. Yet one glance at this child had shattered him.“Mr. Knight,” the judge said firmly. “Do you have a response to the plaintiff’s claim?”Adrian rose slowly, pushing his chair back. His throat felt dry. He cleared it, forcing his voice steady. “Knight Enterprises denies any misconduct. The allegations are based on misinterpretation, and we will demonstrate….”But his eye

“Gabriel!”Adrian’s voice cut across the quiet street. Gabriel stiffened as he turned, his son’s small hand in his.They had left the courthouse late, hoping the crowd of reporters had scattered. But Adrian had waited. He always waited when something mattered.“Not here,” Gabriel said, his tone loud.“Yes. Here.” Adrian’s chest rose and fell. “No more running, no more excuses. I need to know the truth.”Elias frowned, confused. “Papa?”“Inside,” Gabriel murmured, crouching to Elias’s level. “Go inside, Eli. Wait for me.”“But……”“No arguments.” His voice cracked just enough to make Elias obey. The boy slipped into the brownstone and shut the door, though his small shadow lingered behind the curtains.Gabriel straightened, facing Adrian fully. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched. “What do you want from me?”Adrian’s voice broke before he could stop it. “The truth. Tell me he’s not mine. Tell me I’m wrong.”Gabriel looked away, his silence heavier than words.“God, Gabe…” Adrian’s han

Adrian Knight drove through the quiet city streets with a smile he hadn’t worn in years. It was small, almost disbelieving, but it refused to fade. His hands held the steering wheel tightly, he was smiling sheepishly. as if he were holding onto the memory itself. Elias’s laugh still rang in his ears, high and pure, a sound so familiar and yet so new. For the first time in seven years, Adrian felt like he had something real. By the time he reached his penthouse, it was past midnight. He tossed his keys on the marble counter, still grinning like a man who had stumbled onto a miracle. Seven years,he whispered into the empty room. “Seven years, and I finally held my son in my arms He loosened his tie, He likes dinosaurs, he laughed to himself. God, he asked me to read him a story. Me..Adrian thought to himself still in disbelief how the evening went The thought alone sent a tear sliding down his cheek...He wiped his eyes and set down his cell phone .only to see how the notifica

The Hale & Vega office tower loomed over the city, From the thirty-fourth floor, the city stretched endlessly. Inside, Gabriel Hale’s office was dim except for the glow of his desk lamp. He stood near the window, jacket over a chair, sleeves rolled, eyes lost in the distance. The last few days had been an unravelling Adrian Knight’s unexpected return, the fire that still burned between them despite the years apart, and now the whispers of corporate just hovering that refused to let him breathe. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Come in, Gabriel said without turning. The door opened, and Daniel Cross stepped inside, file in hand. Daniel was steady, a presence Gabriel had come to rely on more than he admitted. His dark hair was neatly combed, tie knotted with practiced precision, but it was his eyes always watchful, always too attentive that told the unspoken story. You’re not listening to the numbers again, "Daniel said with a faint smile, dropping the file onto the des