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Chapter Sixteen – The Wrath of a Cornered Wolf

Author: Healing-Pen

2025-09-07 21:06:43

The Grant estate was in ruins, not in walls or marble, but in spirit. Harold Grant paced the length of the study, phone glued to his ear, screaming at bankers, lawyers, senators.

No one answered the way they used to. Once, doors opened before his family’s name; now, they were slamming shut.

Damian stood off to the side, glass of whiskey untouched, eyes burning with rage. Every news channel spat venom at him, words like fraud, criminal ties, corruption. His name was mud, and he knew exactly who was behind it.

“Adrian Cole,” Damian muttered, gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles whitened. “That bastard won’t stop until I’m ashes.”

Elena lingered by the doorway, her presence almost ghostlike. She had not been summoned, but she had nowhere else to go.

She listened as Harold barked, “We’ll sue, we’ll silence, we’ll buy our way out” only to be cut short by another slammed line. For the first time, Elena saw Harold Grant look small.

Later that night, Damian found Elena in her room

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Chapter Twenty-Four – The Awakening
The echo of Elena’s scream still rang in his skull. Adrian’s eyes snapped open, his vision swimming, every nerve burning fire through his body.His chest ached, his side screamed where the knife had carved him open, but none of it compared to the sight he’d just witnessed, Elena dragged from his bedside, Gerald’s voice cold and merciless: “Adrian Cole is declared unfit to rule.”His monitor spiked, alarms shrieking. “Sir, don’t move” a medic rushed toward him.Adrian’s hand shot out, fingers locking around the man’s wrist with iron strength. His voice was gravel, low but lethal. “Where is she?”The medic stammered, eyes wide. “They, Gerald had her taken”The machine beside him blared louder as his pulse hammered. He tore the wires from his chest, pain searing his body, blood dampening the bandages. But he swung his legs off the bed anyway, staggering upright.Every muscle screamed rebellion. His lungs burned. But his fury burned hotter. Two guards burst into the room, startled to find
Chapter Twenty-Three – The Heir’s Throne
Elena’s pulse thundered as Gerald’s words cut through the room. “You will either stand aside… or you will stand with me.”The machines hummed steadily beside Adrian’s bed, proof of his fragile grip on life. His chest rose and fell in shallow rhythm, pale and unmoving.Elena stared at Gerald, horror and fury clashing in her chest. “He isn’t dead. You can’t talk about him like he’s already gone.”Gerald leaned heavily on his cane, his silver eyes cold. “Look at him, girl. He’s not leading anything. If he doesn’t wake soon, his empire will fracture, and the Grants will devour what’s left.”Her voice broke with rage. “He bled for this empire! He bled for me! And you’re ready to throw him into the grave before his heart even stops?”Gerald stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. “Don’t mistake sentiment for loyalty. I built this dynasty long before Adrian drew his first breath. I won’t watch it crumble because you’ve turned him soft.”Marcus entered then, his face taut, his eyes flick
Chapter Twenty-Two – When Kings Fall
Adrian’s blood poured between her fingers. Elena knelt on the cold warehouse floor, his head cradled against her lap, her hands soaked crimson.His chest rose shallowly, each breath a rasp that made terror twist in her gut. “Adrian, Adrian, stay with me” Her voice cracked, desperate, trembling.His eyes flickered beneath half-lids but didn’t open. His lips parted, and a broken whisper slipped out. “Don’t… let them…”Then nothing. “No, no, no” Elena’s sobs tore through the silence. She pressed her palm harder against the gaping wound in his side. Blood seeped around it anyway, unstoppable.Marcus’ voice snapped through the chaos, sharp as a blade. “We’re losing him! Get the medics, now!”Two men rushed forward, hauling gear, their hands moving fast, too fast and not fast enough. Elena’s fingers clung to Adrian as they pried her back. “Don’t you dare take him from me!” she screamed. “He needs me”Marcus caught her arms, pulling her upright, his face grim. “He needs a surgeon more than y
Chapter Twenty-One – Ashes and Blood
The shard of glass slid deep, and Adrian’s body jolted with the shock of it. Heat blossomed in his side, thick and wet, his shirt already clinging crimson. Damian’s grin widened as he twisted the jagged edge, savoring the pain.“Now you bleed,” Damian hissed, his voice ragged with triumph. “Now you know what it means to lose.”Adrian’s teeth clenched against the groan threatening to escape. He gripped Damian’s wrist, veins straining with the effort, and slammed his forehead into Damian’s nose. Bone cracked. Blood gushed.Damian reeled back, cursing, but Adrian didn’t hesitate. He ripped the shard from his own side, ignoring the fresh gush of blood, and drove his fist into Damian’s jaw.The warehouse floor echoed with the brutal symphony of flesh and bone colliding. Elena screamed from the chair, her voice breaking. “Adrian! Stop, please!”But neither man heard. They were beyond words, beyond reason. There was only rage, history, and blood. Adrian straddled Damian, fists raining down.
Chapter Twenty – The Devil Unleashed
The stench of blood clung to the walls, thick and metallic. Adrian stood in the ruined cell, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the photograph nailed to stone.Elena’s terrified face stared back at him, gagged, her wrists bound. The message beneath it bled scarlet: MINE, ALWAYS.Marcus arrived with a squad, their boots pounding against the stone. The moment they saw the scene, silence fell over them.Adrian’s voice was a blade. “Who failed me?”No one dared answer. Marcus finally spoke, grim and low. “Two guards posted outside. Throats cut before they could raise alarm. Surveillance feeds wiped. This wasn’t just Damian breaking free, it was an extraction.”Adrian’s hand curled into a fist, knuckles white. “Inside men again.”Marcus nodded reluctantly. “We’re sweeping the estate, but… someone’s pulling strings deep.”Adrian ripped the photograph from the wall, crumpling it in his hand. His tone was cold, lethal. “Get me Harold. If Damian thinks he can touch what’s mine, I’ll drown his family in
Chapter Nineteen – Blood in the Sanctuary
The scream ripped through the Cole estate like a siren. Adrian moved before his mind even caught up, his body a weapon honed by instinct.He stormed the staircase two steps at a time, Marcus and three armed guards on his heels. Elena’s door stood ajar, shadows writhing beyond it. “Adrian!” she cried again.He crashed through the threshold. A masked intruder had her pinned against the wall, blade pressed to her throat. She trembled, eyes wide, hands clawing at the man’s arm.The attacker hissed, “One more step and she dies”The words hadn’t left his mouth before Adrian’s gun barked once, twice. The intruder’s body jerked, blood blooming across his chest. He crumpled to the floor, knife clattering against marble.Elena stumbled into Adrian’s arms, her entire body shaking. “He, he was going to”Adrian steadied her, his voice steel wrapped in velvet. “Not while I’m breathing.”But his gaze snapped up, already sharp. “How the hell did he breach my walls?”Marcus stormed in, face pale with

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