All Chapters of Reluctant Love Reckless Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISLAI couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, Sophie showed up. She was here, staying with Adrian for a while, but why? What was really going on? She wasn’t here for me, and she sure wasn’t here to help Adrian. She had her own agenda, and I could see it in her eyes. But more troubling was a Elena. Every time she walked into a room, the temperature seemed to drop. She was playing her own game, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it.I needed answers, but the more I thought about it, the more questions I had.******UNKNOWN PERSONI watched Sophie and Elena exchange words, their every movement calculated, but I wasn’t concerned with them. They were distractions. My focus was on Isla. She was the key, and everything else could burn to the ground. I wasn’t in a hurry, but I knew the time would come. The pieces were falling into place, and when the moment was right, I’d make my move. But for now, I had to be patient.Isla wouldn’t see me coming. None of them would.ISLAThe days

ADRIANI stood in the hallway, my mind consumed by the chaos Isla had just caused. The sound of my footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as I tried to steady my racing heart. My mind was a storm, the pieces of this betrayal falling together, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.I had ordered Isla locked away, the document was gone, and I was beyond furious. But the anger didn’t last long. Before I could even reach my office, Sophie stormed in, her eyes blazing."What the hell is going on, Adrian?" she demanded, voice trembling with anger. "Isla, locked up? Why? What happened?"I met her gaze, and the weight of my frustration was heavy in my chest. "She took it," I spat, my voice low and dangerous. "The heritage document. She stole it, Sophie."Sophie’s eyes widened, disbelief written across her face. "No. She didn’t. She would never…""Are you really defending her right now?" I snapped, unable to control my growing fury. "She was the only one in my office with acc

ELENAThe room was dimly lit. Everything was carefully arranged, every move planned with precision. I had been patient, waiting for the right moment to make my move again. Adrian had always thought he was in control, but I knew better. His empire, his precious legacy—it was all a façade. Beneath it all, there was weakness. And I had spent enough time studying him to know exactly where to strike.I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms as I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. Isla, the naive girl that she was, had handed me the perfect opportunity. She had no idea what she was really involved in. She thought she was just being used to hurt Adrian, but in reality, she was the one who had become my pawn. I would make sure of that.I picked up the phone, dialing a number I had memorized long ago. The line clicked before the voice on the other end answered."Is everything in place?" I asked, my voice cold and calculating."Yes," came the reply. "It’s all set."I nodded, a sense

Adrian The room was thick with tension. I stood frozen, my back still turned to Elena, my mind racing with disbelief and anger. Isla had somehow survived the fire, and now her accusations hung in the air like poison. Elena had been caught in her own web of lies, but she hadn’t expected this twist. She hadn’t expected Isla to survive, let alone accuse her.Lucian, who had been standing by the door, cleared his throat, breaking the silence. His presence was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded in the room. Lucian had always been calm, composed, someone who could read the situation without letting emotions cloud his judgment. And now, it seemed like he was about to lay everything out on the table.“Adrian,” Lucian began, his voice steady and authoritative. “I have the full report on what happened to the house... and on the heritage document.”At the mention of the heritage document, my posture stiffened, and my eyes narrowed. I shifted my gaze from Isla to Lucian, he walked

Adrian’s POVThe scent of whiskey lingered in the dimly lit study, but I wasn’t drinking tonight. I didn’t need alcohol clouding my mind. Not when I was this close to hunting down the woman who had dared to threaten Isla and our unborn child.Lucian sat across from me, flipping through the stack of files my men had compiled over the past few days. His jaw was tense, his fingers drumming against the desk impatiently. He was waiting for me to say something.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling through my nose. “Who is she?”Lucian slid a photo across the desk. “Her name is Sienna Vale.”I studied the image carefully. She was in her late twenties, strikingly beautiful, with dark auburn hair and cold hazel eyes. But there was nothing delicate about her. The sharp curve of her jaw, the way she held herself in the picture she had the posture of someone who had seen too much, survived too much.“She’s the one who sent the threats?” I asked, my voice low.“Yeah,” Lucian confirmed. “She’s been