All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

Adrain's PovThe phone felt heavy in my hand, almost like it was vibrating with the toxic energy of the person on the other end. I hadn't spoken to Martha since the day I watched her get into that black car, stripped of her dignity. I had exiled her to a villa in the South of France, a cage meant to keep her far away from the empire she nearly destroyed. But as the clock ticked toward 5:00 PM, I realized that Tristan’s greatest weapon was the past, a past he had curated and falsified. And there was only one person alive who had lived through every ugly second of Thomas Wolfe’s reign. I hit dial. The line rang three times before a familiar, sharp voice answered. "I wondered how long it would take for the ice to crack, Adrian," Martha said. She sounded exactly the same—composed, arrogant, and entirely unimpressed. "Don't flatter yourself, Martha," I said, my voice tight. "I’m calling because Tristan has overplayed his hand. He’s trying to absorb *Horizon* and dismantle the Board. He

The drive back to the penthouse was silent. Lena leaned her head against the window, her hand still locked in mine. We had won the battle, but the war had just shifted into a much darker territory. Tristan wasn't a villain; he was a casualty. And in the Wolfe family, we don't leave casualties for the vultures to pick over. "You're going to help him," Lena said, her voice soft but certain. "I'm going to use him," I corrected, though even to my own ears, the 'Ice Prince' mask felt a little heavy. "Sterling & Cross think they have an asset inside our walls. They don't know the asset just found out they were the ones who destroyed his mother." "He’s hurting, Adrian. He’s spent his whole life believing a lie," she said, turning to look at me. "Be careful. A man with nothing left to lose is a dangerous partner." An hour later, there was a knock at the door. I had sent my private security to bring Tristan to the penthouse. I didn't want him in a hotel where Sterling’s people could ge

The morning light poured into the penthouse dining room, turning the crystal glasses on the table into tiny prisms. It was a rare, quiet morning. Adrian was sitting at the head of the table, his tablet pushed to the side for once. He was focused entirely on Leo, who was currently trying to negotiate an extra fifteen minutes of screen time. "Dad, if I finish all my blueberries, can I play that new space game?" Leo asked, his eyes wide and hopeful. Adrian leaned back, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. "The space game involves physics, right? If you can explain to me how the rocket stays in orbit while you eat those berries, we might have a deal." Leo scrambled to grab a blueberry, holding it up like a tiny planet. "It’s gravity! But, like, the fast kind. If you go fast enough, you don't fall down." Adrian let out a soft laugh, reaching over to squeeze Leo’s shoulder. "Close enough for a seven-year-old. Eat up, and we'll see." I watched them from across the table, m

The dust hadn't just settled; it had been swept away. The Sterling Group was in a tailspin, their stock price cratering as news of the forensic audit hit the wires in London. Marcus was in custody, and Daniel—the man who had always tried to burn my life down out of spite was finally facing a courtroom instead of a boardroom. The Wolfe Media boardroom felt different today. The air was clear. The directors sat in silence, their eyes moving between Adrian and the man who, only days ago, had been their greatest threat. Adrian stood at the head of the table. He looked revitalized, the weight of the "Ice Prince" persona replaced by a quiet, earned authority. He looked at Tristan, who sat at the far end of the table, his hands folded neatly in front of him. "The Board has reviewed the evidence of the Sterling Group’s interference," Adrian began, his voice steady. "It is clear that this company was targeted by an outside force using internal vulnerabilities. We have neutralized those th