All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET REDEMPTION : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adrian Knight had always prided himself on control.He was a man built from discipline every word measured, every decision calculated. But lately, that control had begun to tremble in ways he couldn’t quite understand.Michael had been with the family for nearly a year now. At first, Adrian thought of him as nothing more than a reliable driver quiet, efficient, and respectful. Yet over time, the boundaries blurred. Michael had this rare kind of presence, one that filled a room even in silence. There was something magnetic about him the confidence in his stride, the low tone of his voice, the way he looked at Adrian like he saw something deeper than the rest of the world ever did.Adrian noticed it one evening after a long day at the office. He stepped out of the car, exhausted, loosening his tie. Michael’s eyes followed the movement, lingering for a heartbeat too long before he quickly looked away. It was subtle, but Adrian felt it a spark, sharp and dangerous.At first, he ignore

The nights had grown quieter in the Knight mansion...Just too quiet..Adrian noticed it first the small things that didn’t fit. A missing shirt here, a photo frame turned just slightly, the faint scent of cologne that wasn’t his or Gabriel’s lingering near the study. At first, he thought it was exhaustion from the hours he spent rebuilding Knight Enterprises and it had blurred the days together. Maybe he had misplaced things himself. Maybe his mind was playing tricks.But then the pattern began to whisper to him.One night, as he stepped into the closet, his eyes fell on a drawer that wouldn’t close. Inside, shirts were folded too neatly, a precision that wasn’t his. A silver cufflink one he hadn’t worn in months sat on top of the pile, gleaming. He frowned, touching it as if it might explain itself.When he told Gabriel, the lawyer had laughed softly, kissing his temple.“You’ve been working too hard again baby... Gabriel said, voice tender but tired. “You probably just misplaced

The following evening unfolded in that strange, deceptive quiet that always seemed to settle before something shifted. Knight Enterprises was thriving again its stock price climbing, the media painting Adrian Knight as the visionary who had rebuilt his empire from ruin. Reporters loved the redemption arc; investors loved the profit. But for Adrian, peace still felt like something borrowed, not earned.Even in the middle of success, a cold wind followed him everywhere. He had learned to hide it behind practiced smiles, boardroom charm, and the magnetic composure that made people trust him but it crept in whenever he was alone.The invitations began arriving weeks before corporate mergers, partnership proposals, expansion offers from Europe and Asia. Yet one name stood out. Mr. Alexander, the founder of Titan Global Holdings, a man whose influence was as vast as his fortune...Titan wanted an exclusive contract with Knight Enterprises, a partnership worth billions. It was the kind of de

The night had started out beautifully one of those rare evenings where the world outside the Knight estate seemed to fade into a gentle hush. Adrian had promised Gabriel a quiet dinner, just the two of them, no calls, no interruptions, no talk of business or board meetings. The table was set with their favourite wine, the lights low, soft jazz humming through the house. Gabriel sat across from him, a faint smile curving his lips as Adrian poured them each a glass. “It’s strange,” he said, voice calm but thoughtful, “to finally feel some quiet and peace... Adrian returned the smile. “Normal,” he echoed. “I’d almost forgotten what that word meant.” For a moment, everything was perfect. The kind of peace that comes after too many storms. Adrian watched Gabriel talk his laughter low, the candlelight glinting against his eyes — and for the first time in months, he let himself believe they were truly safe...He hasn’t seen the strange man lurking around his mansion ....Maybe he got ti

The sirens wailed in the distance a sharp, pulsing sound that cut through the cold night air like a heartbeat of panic. Gabriel pressed his blood-stained hand against Adrian’s wound, trying to keep pressure, whispering over and over, “Stay with me… please, stay with me.” The room reeked of gunpowder and fear. Michael’s body lay twisted a few feet away, the gun between him and Adrian, smoke still curling from its barrel. The echo of that last shot seemed to linger forever, bouncing around the walls, refusing to fade. Gabriel’s fingers shook as he fumbled for his phone, his mind barely processing what had just happened. He called the ambulance, his voice breaking as he tried to explain. “He’s losing blood he’s been shot, please—please hurry!” Adrian’s eyes fluttered open for a moment. His lips were pale, his breathing shallow. “Is he…?” he rasped, voice barely a whisper. Gabriel glanced at Michael’s body, then back at Adrian. “Don’t think about that now,” he said, his voice trem