All Chapters of Reluctant Love Reckless Heir : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Adrian’s POV Jace had worked relentlessly, his fingers flying over his keyboard, tracking Victor down to a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of town. The place was abandoned, the kind of spot where nightmares were made.Dante was the first one through the door.Victor's eyes widened as he saw Elizabeth and Naomi as if they all knew each other.Victor barely had time to do anything before Dante’s fist crashed into his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor.“Where the f*ck is Chloe?” Dante roared, grabbing Victor by the collar and hauling him up before slamming him against a rusted metal beam.Victor coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “I… I don’t have her,” he choked out.Dante didn’t hesitate. He threw another punch, this time to Victor’s ribs. A sickening crack echoed through the warehouse.Victor let out a strangled groan, his body curling in on itself.I stepped forward, watching him with cold fury. “Lying to me right now would be the worst mistake of your li

Adrian’s POVI felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs.Chris’s words echoed in my mind, over and over again.His sister?I barely moved as he continued, his voice dripping with hatred.“She was just a girl,” he spat. “A stupid girl who fell for the wrong man.”My stomach dropped.No. It couldn’t be.Chris let out a hollow laugh. “She told me everything, you know? How she thought you loved her. How she thought you’d marry her.”I clenched my jaw. “She was a one-night stand.”Chris’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Oh, I know. But do you know what you did to her?”I remained silent.Chris took a slow step forward. “You paid her off. Told her to get rid of the baby. Threatened her.”A memory resurfaced. A girl. Dark hair. Soft smile. Tears in her eyes as she begged me to take responsibility.I had shut her down. Paid her off. And I never saw her again.As at then, I was really a mess and wasn't thinking straight.Chris’s voice wavered with rage. “She didn’t get rid of the baby. She

Adrian’s POVThe moment Naomi stormed out, the air in the penthouse felt heavier and suffocating. My fists clenched, my entire body vibrating with frustration. I should’ve felt relieved that she was gone, but I didn’t. Instead, a gnawing sense of unease settled in my gut.But one thing is certain, none of those mattered, not Naomi, not the media, not the business either.Only one thing mattered right now, and that's my son.I turned sharply, my eyes locking onto Isla as she stood near the door, looking as if she was still trying to process everything. Her lips were slightly parted, tiredness written all over her face.I didn’t have time for sluggishness.“I’m going to find him,” I said with a cold voice Isla’s eyes widened. “Adrian, wait…”I brushed past her, heading for the door. But she grabbed my arm, her grip firm. “You don’t even know where to look.”I wrenched my arm free, barely holding back my frustration. “Then I’ll start by tearing the whole damn city apart.”She exhaled sh

Isla’s POVThe steady beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the hospital room. I stared at the ceiling, trying to will away the headache that had settled behind my eyes. My entire body ached, and every time I moved, a dull pain shot through my skull.But the physical pain wasn’t the worst part.It was everything else.Adrian. The way he had stormed out. The way he had shoved past me. The fact that I didn’t even know if he had pushed me or if I had simply lost my balance.And now, here I was, stuck in this bed, with too much time to think.A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Dante stepped inside.The moment I saw him, my body tensed.“Dante,” I said flatly.His sharp green eyes scanned me from head to toe, taking in the bandages and IV drip. He let out a sigh and crossed his arms. “You look like hell.”I scoffed. “Thanks. Real encouraging.”He walked closer, stopping at the foot of the bed. “What happened?”I shrug

Adrian’s POVThe moment I stepped into the penthouse, I knew she was avoiding me.The lights were dim, the air tense, and Isla was sitting stiffly on the couch, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She barely glanced at me as I walked in.Sophie had already left. It was just the two of us now.I exhaled. "You're back."She didn’t look up. "Yeah."Her voice was distant, clipped.I knew why.I loosened my tie, walking toward the couch, but she shifted slightly, putting space between us. Avoiding eye contact.I clenched my jaw. "We need to talk."She gave a dry laugh, finally looking up. "About what? The fact that I was in the hospital because of you? Or the fact that I woke up to find my brother arguing with me about leaving you?"Her words stung, but I didn’t flinch.I sat down, resting my elbows on my knees. "About our son."That got her attention.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “We need to talk.”She exhaled sharply. “Adrian, not now.”“Yes, now.” My voice was f