All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adrian's Pov I didn’t feel like a billionaire anymore. I didn't feel like the man who owned half the skyline or the man who could move markets with a single phone call. As I sat in the back of my armored SUV, my hands were clenched so tight my knuckles were white. I felt like a ghost haunting my own life. "Nothing, sir," Marcus said from the front seat. My head of security kept his voice low, but I could hear the tremor of stress in it. "The GPS on her phone is dead. We checked the motel, we checked the highway. The police are swarming the docks because of an anonymous 911 call, but we haven't found a trace of the black van." "Keep looking," I rasped. My voice sounded like broken glass. I hadn't slept. I hadn't even blinked. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of that glass shattering over the phone. I heard Lena’s scream. I had always thought I was the one in control. I had spent years playing a game of chess with the world, always three moves ahead. But Daniel hadn't

Adrain's PovI stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my study, the glass of water in my hand cold and untouched. The sun was rising over the city, and from this height, everything looked peaceful. But I knew better. In a few minutes, the name "Daniel Brooks" was going to be the most hated headline in the financial district. I hadn't slept. The silence of the mansion was heavy, a constant reminder of the night I had spent wondering if I would ever see Lena alive again. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her pale face and the way she had collapsed in my arms. Daniel Brooks had crossed a line he couldn't uncross. He thought he was playing a game of hide-and-seek, but he had invited a monster into his world. "The footage is out," Marcus said, stepping into the room. He didn't waste time with small talk. "The clip from the motel parking lot was 'leaked' to the morning news cycle. It doesn't show the kidnapping itself, but it shows Daniel screaming at his guards while they shove someone

Adrain's PovWhen we pulled up to the beach house, the sun was starting to dip low in the sky. The house was made of dark wood and massive glass walls, sitting right on the edge of a private cliff. Below us, the waves were crashing against the rocks with a steady, peaceful rhythm. I hopped out and opened her door. The salt air hit us immediately. It was cold, but it felt clean. "Wow," Lena whispered, stepping out of the car. She walked toward the wooden railing of the deck and looked out at the water. "It’s so quiet here." "That’s the point," I said, walking up behind her. I didnt hug her yet. I just stood close enough to feel her warmth. "There’s nobody here for miles. The nearest town is a thirty-minute drive. It’s just us, Lena." She turned around, the wind blowing her hair across her face, she gave me a smile. It wasn't a "fake wife" smile. It was soft and tiring, but it was real. "Thank you, Adrian," she said. I led her inside. The house was warm, the fireplace alread

The morning sun crept across the wooden floor of the beach house, warm and golden. I woke up slowly, feeling the weight of the heavy duvet and the lingering scent of salt air. Beside me, the bed was empty, but the sheets were still warm. I reached out, my fingers brushing the spot where Adrian had been sleeping, and a small smile touched my lips. I grabbed his white button-down shirt from the chair, the one he had discarded last night,and threw it on. It was huge on me, smelling of his expensive sandalwood cologne and the faint, musky scent of skin. I didn't bother with buttons, just letting the cool air hit my legs as I padded out into the living room. I found him bathed in sunlight. He wasn't on his phone. He wasn't looking at stock tickers or barking orders at Marcus. He was sitting on the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, staring at the stack of loose papers on the coffee table. My heart skipped a beat. My notebook. The one where I’d been pouring out the st

The sound of the ocean was the first thing I heard when I woke up. It was a rhythmic, peaceful thrum that made me want to keep my eyes closed forever. For a few glorious seconds, I forgot about , the contract, and the vultures waiting for us back in the city. Then, I felt the weight of Adrian’s arm draped over my waist. The memory of last night hit me like a physical wave. It hadn’t been a "performance." There were no cameras in this bedroom, no reporters hiding in the dunes. When Adrian had whispered that he loved me more than the air in his lungs, his voice had been raw stripped of the "Ice King" armor he wore so well. I stayed perfectly still, watching the sunlight filter through the sheer white curtains. I wanted to turn around and bury my face in his chest. I wanted to ask him if those words still held true now that the sun was up. Was it just the heat of the moment? My heart ached with the question, but I bit my lip, keeping the thought trapped inside. I couldn't say it out