All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The club was called The Vault, a name that fit the people inside. It was a place for secrets, for men with too much power and women with too much blood on their hands. I stepped through the heavy oak doors at exactly midnight, the cold night air clinging to my wool coat like a second skin.The interior was dim, lit only by the amber glow of expensive scotch and the flickers of a dying fireplace. I didn't have to look for her. I could smell her before I saw her—that cloying, artificial vanilla that used to be the scent of my home.Isabella was sitting in the furthest corner, a glass of dark liquid in her hand. She looked exactly the same, which was the most terrifying thing about her. Time didn't touch her because she didn't have a heart to age."You’re late, Ace," she said, her voice a smooth, practiced purr. "Or maybe I’m just early for the show."I didn't sit down. I stood over her, my hands shoved deep into my pockets so she wouldn't see the tension in my white knuckles. "There i

Adrian’s POV. I looked at Lena, and for the first time in my life, I felt completely helpless. The "Ice King" didn’t know how to handle a woman who was breaking in front of him—especially when he was the one who had held the hammer. "Lena, please," I whispered, stepping toward her. She flinched, pulling back until her spine hit the mahogany bookshelf. The sight of her fear cut deeper than any corporate betrayal ever had. I wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from her cheeks, but my hands felt like lead. "Don't 'Lena' me, Adrian," she said, her voice trembling but sharp. "You look at that woman in the photo like she’s the world. And you look at me like… like I’m a problem you bought to solve a debt." "That’s not true," I snapped, the desperation leaking into my voice. I took another step, closing the distance until I could smell the sea salt still clinging to her hair from the beach house. "Last night was real. Every word I said, every touch… it wasn't the contract, Lena.

Lenas PovAdrian thought I was a fragile flower he could keep in a glass box. He forgot that before I was his "contract wife," I was a writer. I spent my life digging for secrets, connecting dots, and finding the truth hidden behind beautiful lies.If he wouldn't give me the truth, I would find it myself.I didn't stay at the office. The moment his SUV pulled away from the curb, I hailed a cab. I didn't go back to the mansion where the walls felt like they were closing in on me. Instead, I went to a small, dusty archives office downtown, one that specialized in old high-society scandals.My father had always told me: "A billionaire’s power isn't in his bank account. It’s in the secrets he buries to get there."I spent hours sifting through microfilms and old social columns from years ago. My fingers were stained with ink and my head throbbed, but I didn't stop. Finally, I found it. A grainy, black-and-white photo from an Italian gala.It was Adrian. He looked younger, his face less ha

Adrian's Pov I had spent half the night slumped against Lena’s bedroom door, whispering apologies into the wood until my throat was raw. She hadn't opened it. Not once. I stood in the shower for twenty minutes, letting the scalding water turn my skin red, trying to wash away the phantom touch of Isabella’s hands. I felt disgusted. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look on Lena’s face when she realized I’d gone to that hotel. I dressed in a dark charcoal suit, my movements robotic. I walked to her door one last time and knocked softly. "Lena?" I whispered. "I have to go to the board meeting. I’ll be back by noon. Please... just eat something. I’ll have the chef bring up a tray." Silence. I rested my forehead against the cool wood. "I love you. Don't forget that. No matter what that woman says, it’s always been you." Still nothing. I turned away, my heart feeling like a lead weight in my chest, and headed for the office. The board meeting was a disaster. People were

The air in the study was thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of Adrian’s fear. He didn't move for a long time. He just sat there, his eyes locked on the small, grainy photo of the boy with the gray eyes. The "Ice King" was gone, replaced by a man who looked like he had been struck by lightning. "Six years," Adrian whispered, his voice cracking like dry wood. "I’ve spent six years building an empire, fighting off enemies, and sleeping with one eye open... and all that time, he was out there. My son was out there, and I didn't even know his name." I walked around the desk and placed my hand on his shoulder. His muscles were as hard as granite, vibrating with a tension that felt like it might snap at any moment. "She didn't want you to know, Adrian. She wanted to keep him as her ultimate weapon. A secret she could pull out only when she was ready to destroy you." Adrian finally looked up at me. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a raw, agonizing g