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The Mask Cracks
The storm outside was only beginning to brew, but inside Elena’s chest, it had already broken. The night was quiet, too quiet, the kind of quiet that followed a dangerous calm. She sat by the long glass window of her apartment, the city lights flickering below like scattered fireflies, and tried to slow her breathing. But every breath she took seemed to tighten something deep within her, a thought she didn’t want to face, a memory that refused to stay buried.Adrian Cole’s face haunted her.Not in the way a man’s charm lingers after a brief infatuation, but in the way an echo from the past grows louder the more you try to silence it. His eyes, the way they lingered when he thought no one was looking, the tone of his voice when he said her name there was something in them she couldn’t escape. It wasn’t just familiarity. It was recognition.She closed her eyes, and suddenly she was no longer in her penthouse. She was back in that old, sunlit courtyard years ago, the one with the cracked
The Woman Who Knew Too Much
The night had not yet ended, but the gala’s music had faded into the kind of silence that lives after storms. The ballroom was half-empty now, the air carrying the faint scent of wine and tension. Adrian stood by the window in the private lounge upstairs, looking down at the glittering remnants of the evening. His reflection stared back at him calm, unbothered, but beneath that calmness lay something old and wild, like fire sealed beneath glass. He knew she would come. Vanessa Knight was too proud, too cunning to pretend forever.The door opened softly behind him. He didn’t turn. Her perfume reached him before her voice did — that same expensive sweetness he remembered from his youth, the scent that used to linger in the hallways after she passed, the one that made him feel like a stranger in his own home.“You didn’t tell me you’d be here,” she said, her tone steady but her hands shaking where she clasped them in front of her.Adrian let the silence stretch before answering. “If I ha
The Mask of Power
The ballroom shimmered like a dream built on glass and lies. Crystal chandeliers cast golden reflections on polished marble floors while the air smelled faintly of champagne and tension. The city’s elite gathered in clusters, their laughter brittle and rehearsed, their smiles carved by ambition. Cameras flashed, music swelled, and underneath it all, the pulse of unease beat steadily through the heart of the room.Adrian moved through the crowd with quiet authority, the black of his tailored suit blending into the shadows between chandeliers. Every step was measured, every expression practiced. Yet inside, something burned a low, steady flame of memory that refused to die. He could still recall the night seven years ago, the last time he had seen his father across a room. The fire had roared behind him, the smell of smoke in his lungs, and Victor’s voice had been the last sound he remembered before everything went dark. Now, the same man stood just a few meters away, older, heavier, an
The First Move
Morning came late to the city, smothered in pale mist and slow-moving clouds that dragged across the skyline like ghosts reluctant to leave. Adrian sat in silence before the wide glass windows of his office, the world spread beneath him small, distant, obedient. The soft hum of the city below was the rhythm he lived by now, predictable and contained. His empire moved with precision; every deal, every call, every calculated silence was a thread in the web he had been weaving for years. But today felt different. The air held weight. Something about the quiet unsettled him. He had always believed that revenge should be executed with patience, cold, clinical, detached. Yet the closer he drew to the heart of his enemies, the more he realized that vengeance was not a game of distance. It demanded blood, sweat, and memory.Lucas entered without knocking, as he always did when the matters were serious. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes flickered with the tension of someone carryi
Echoes of Fire
The past doesn’t vanish. It waits in the corners of your mind, silent and patient, until the right moment comes to drag you back through the ashes. For Adrian, that moment came as he stood alone in his penthouse that night, the city lights below him shimmering like sparks caught in glass. The skyline was beautiful, almost painfully so, and yet every flicker of light reminded him of flames, the kind that devour not just wood and steel, but entire lives.He poured himself a drink, the ice clinking softly in the glass. It wasn’t about the taste. It was about the sound of a fragile rhythm that almost drowned out the memory of fire crackling, sirens wailing, and voices shouting his name through the smoke. Seven years, and it still felt like yesterday.He closed his eyes, and the city faded. The air changed. Suddenly he was twenty-four again, standing in the old Knight warehouse district the night before his life ended.The air had been sharp with the smell of oil and rain. The storm had co
The Game Begins
The next morning began too quietly. The city outside was already awake, horns echoing through the glass skyline, pedestrians weaving through the pale mist but inside Adrian’s penthouse, silence ruled. He stood by the window, watching the slow chaos unfold below him. Every movement of the world felt deliberate, distant, unimportant. His mind was elsewhere, seven years away, replaying a single image: the way Elena looked at him last night, her eyes wide with disbelief, her body frozen between recognition and fear.It wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to matter anymore. He’d spent years burying the part of him that still remembered the warmth of her laughter, the softness of her voice when she whispered his name like it meant something. But seeing her again had undone everything: the pain, the control, the carefully constructed armor he’d built around himself.“Sir,” Lucas’s voice crackled from the intercom. “Knight Corporation just confirmed the meeting request for today. T
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