Adrian Mellon Novels & Stories

Her twin sister who came second after her in everything as she had always thought was made to get married to the legendary Mr Drew, was the same person she had fantasized about getting married to. Not many people had the privilege of seeing the face of the CEO of The Euston's Corporations, not many had seen him but so many rumours surrounded him, known as a heartless man, a cold-blooded devil, a psychopath and many more to mention but a few. The people who never had the pleasure of seeing him always deduced that he was an ugly potbellied short man in his 60s or 50s but it turns out that they were wrong because Adele Cintron, the beauty that stole people's breath away with her smiles had seen

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Adrian’s raspy voice sounded in my ear. My jaw clenched as my eyes flickered over my iPad and the latest headlines. “ Ex-wife of the CEO of the Benoit empire has been allegedly spotted around the eccentric streets of Manhattan with none other than Europe’s hottest single monarch. The one and only Prince Adrian the third. As speculations rise regarding the young monarch's upcoming coronation, the masses can’t help but think if Elsida might just become the next Princess of Spain or if this is just some ploy to have a taste of Royal D.

, Bianca said teasingly. Adrian eyed her maliciously, he had a tugging feeling at the back of his mind that these women were trying to negotiate with him rather than what they put forward. He was Adrian Grey, a top business Mongol in Los Angeles; he had closed over a hundred deals effortlessly, and he knew better than to allow his desperation to make him succumb to their feminine cunningness. “What is your response, Adrian?” Bianca said plainly.

Something foreign. “Elena,” he said, tilting his head. “Helios.” Helios didn’t hesitate. He aimed his gun at Adrian’s head. “Traitor.” Adrian chuckled, slow and deliberate. “You wound me, Helios.” His eyes flickered to me. “Elena, I always knew you were sharp. But I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d figure it out so soon.” My grip on my gun tightened. “Why?” Adrian sighed, shaking his head. “Do you really have to ask? You know how this world works. Power. Money. The Morettis are a sinking ship, and I refuse to go down with them.”

It was going to test every ounce of patience I had in me. Adrian Vale. Billionaire heir to Vale Industries. Tech mogul. Scandal magnet. Corny and sly. Headline to every gossip. Arrogant as sin, cold as winter steel, and according to every tabloid, the kind of man who ruined people for sport and didn’t lose a minute of sleep over it. He wasn’t the kind of man I protected. He was the kind of man I usually walked away from. The kind I keep my distance from and build a protective shield around.

ADRAIN Monica didn’t stop talking. Not for one second. Not even after her phone was in pieces on the floor. She followed me around the house like an angry mosquito. “You’re unbelievable, Adrian! Do you know how much that phone cost?! I had my pictures, my messages, my work stuff…” “You don’t work,” I muttered. “Yes I do!!! I’m a model Adrian!! I have some contracts there you know.” She threw her hands in the air dramatically. “You’re crazy. Actually crazy. Who breaks someone’s phone?! Are you out of your mind?! Do you know how much I paid for it..”

Pathetic. Just as Gavin hit his big crescendo, gearing up to bring out Helix's rep, the doors flew open. In walked Adrian Arundell—cool, composed, and every inch the power player. CEO of Helix Innovations. My right hand. Gavin's smile twitched, then morphed into over-the-top charm as he rushed up. "Mr. Arundell! Welcome! Your speech is next!" Adrian gave a quick handshake but didn't budge toward the guest seats.

No interference on the channel. Damon Moreau stood inside his penthouse, framed by floor to ceiling windows, speaking into his phone. Thirty-three years old. Tech billionaire. CEO of Moreau Innovations. Untouchable. Until tonight. Luca had done this hundreds of times. He didn’t think about faces or memorize eyes. He treated targets like coordinates. In. Execute. Out. That was the contract. Adrian’s voice crackled softly in his earpiece. “Confirm visual.” “I have him.”