All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning after my surrender on the sofa felt different. The air in the penthouse was no longer just charged with the tension of a contract; it was thick with the scent of a conspiracy. Adrian was already awake when the sun crawled over the Manhattan skyline, his silhouette framed by the blue glow of his monitors. He hadn't slept, but he looked more alive than I had ever seen him, sharpened, lethal, and ready. "The gala is in five days," he said without turning around. The click-clack of his keyboard was the only other sound in the room. "My mother has already started the guest list. She’s invited every board member she thinks she can sway back to her side. She’s going to use the 50th Anniversary of the Wolfe Foundation to solidify her power and cast you as the gold-digging mistake that nearly brought the empire down." I walked over to him, wrapping my silk robe tighter around my body. My skin still felt sensitive, the ghost of his tongue through my dress still hummed in the b

The leather-bound log I’d stolen from the tea room sat on the center of Adrian’s desk like a live grenade. We had spent hours cracking Martha’s codes, the air in the office thick with the scent of old paper and the humming electricity of the servers. But as the clock struck 3:00 AM, the cold facts on the page weren't enough to satisfy the fire burning in my veins. I watched Adrian as he leaned over the desk, his bare back a landscape of corded muscle and tension. He was focused, his brow furrowed as he traced a line of offshore accounts. He thought he was the one in control of this mission. He thought he was the one leading the hunt. It was time to show him he was wrong. I stood up, the silk of my slip dress whispering against my skin. I didn't go back to the book. Instead, I walked around the desk, my heels silent on the plush carpet. I stopped right in front of his chair and pushed the laptop shut. "Lena?" Adrian looked up, his eyes blinking in the sudden dimness. "We’r

The ride back to the penthouse was the quietest twenty minutes of my life. Outside the tinted windows of the Maybach, the city was a blur of neon lights and rain-slicked streets, but inside the car, the air felt thick enough to choke on. Adrian sat next to me, his jaw tight, staring straight ahead. He hadn't said a word since I whispered in his ear at the gala. When the elevator doors finally whistled open at the top floor, I didn't wait for him. I kicked off my heels in the foyer, the cold marble floor a relief against my aching feet. I walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the skyline. It was nearly 4:00 AM. The world below was asleep, completely unaware that the Wolfe empire had just been set on fire. "You’re very quiet, Lena," Adrian said. I heard the clink of glass behind me. He was at the bar, pouring a drink. He didn't even take off his tuxedo jacket; he just loosened his tie until it hung limp around his neck. "I’m tired, Adrian," I replied

Lenas Pov The motel room was depressing, I lay on top of the thin, scratchy polyester bedspread and stared at a crack in the ceiling that looked like a question mark. For the first time in years, I didn't have to answer to anyone. No Daniel telling me what to wear to his family’s fundraisers. No Sophie pretending to be my best friend while she planned my downfall. And most importantly, no Adrian Wolfe. I was just Lena again. No contracts, no fake marriage. I should have felt lighter. I should have felt free. Instead, I felt like a limb had been cut off and I was waiting for the phantom itch to start. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. The vibration was loud against the cheap wood. Then it buzzed again. And again. It was a steady rhythm of desperation that I knew all too well. I had blocked his calls, but I couldn't bring myself to block his texts. It was a sick kind of curiosity. I wanted to see how far the "Great Adrian Wolfe" would sink before his pride kicked in. I rolled over

Adrian's Pov The silence in the penthouse was like a physical blow. I stood in the center of my massive office, the phone still pressed to my ear. My knuckles were white, my grip so tight the plastic casing groaned. On the other end of the line, there was nothing. No more glass breaking. No more of Sophie’s frantic screaming. And most painfully, no more of Lena’s voice calling my name. Only the hollow, empty hiss of a dead connection. I felt a coldness spread through my chest, a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. I had spent my entire life building a wall of money and power around myself so that nothing could hurt me. But in thirty seconds, Daniel and the Silvers had reached through that wall and snatched away the only thing that actually mattered. "Lena," I whispered to the empty room. Her name felt like a prayer and a curse all at once. The red mist of rage didn't come immediately. First, there was the calculated coldness of a hunter. I turned toward m