2025-01-23 22:17:58Adrian Vale stepped out of the sleek private jet, the harsh lights of the runway reflecting off the polished surface of his dark suit. The city stretched before him—a jungle of steel and glass, gleaming with opportunity. But beneath the surface, his heart thudded with a mix of anger and the resolve that had driven him for the last five years.
His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of his purpose settling in. He wasn’t just back to reclaim what was rightfully his. He was back to dismantle everything that had been taken from him. "Mr. Vale, your car is ready." His assistant, Claire, appeared beside him with a slight smile, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. She’d been with him through this entire journey, a silent witness to the pain he’d tried so hard to bury. "I know," Adrian replied, his voice low. His gaze moved over the skyline, but his mind was already miles ahead, focused on the event that would begin in a matter of hours—the gala. A charity event hosted by none other than his stepbrother, Victor Vale. Claire hesitated before she spoke again, her voice softer this time. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? You could still lay low a little longer. People will notice." Adrian turned to her, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers. "Let them notice." He’d waited long enough. Tonight, everything changed. The ride to the venue was silent except for the soft hum of the car’s engine. The closer they got to the grand ballroom, the tighter the knot in Adrian’s chest grew. This was the night he’d show the world who he truly was. The son they’d thought was dead and gone. The heir they’d stolen from. He entered through the back door, his presence barely noticed at first as he slipped into the shadows of the venue. The charity gala was in full swing, laughter, and chatter ringing through the air as guests mingled and admired the extravagant decorations. And there, at the center of it all, was Victor. Tall, arrogant, and smirking like he owned the room. Adrian couldn’t help the cold smile that spread across his lips. Victor had no idea what was coming for him. "Adrian Vale," Victor’s voice rang out, cutting through the noise. He turned, his expression shifting from smug confidence to a flicker of confusion as Adrian stepped into view. "I didn’t expect you to show up." Adrian’s gaze narrowed. "Didn’t think you’d be so pleased to see me." Victor laughed, the sound arrogant and dismissive. "You always were good at making an entrance, Adrian. Too bad it’s a little late for that." Adrian’s fists clenched again, the anger simmering beneath the surface. He wanted to strike, to remind Victor of who had once been the rightful heir. But he stayed calm, his voice measured. "Five years, Victor. That’s how long you’ve had to play your little game." "And now you’re back to try to fix things?" Victor took a step closer, his smile widening as he assessed Adrian. "You never could handle the family business, could you? Too much pressure. That’s why I’m the one running things now." Adrian’s eyes burned with the weight of those words. He knew Victor had been the one to orchestrate his downfall, framing him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But the truth had always been buried under layers of lies and deceit. "I’m not here to fix things," Adrian said, his voice low and deliberate. "I’m here to take what’s mine." Victor’s expression faltered for a brief second before he regained his composure. He glanced over Adrian’s shoulder as if looking for something—or someone. Adrian followed his gaze and found Emma standing near the edge of the crowd, her eyes locked onto his. She hadn’t seen him yet, but he saw her. And despite all the years that had passed, his heart still skipped at the sight of her. Emma had been the love of his life, and Victor had taken her from him without a second thought. Adrian’s stomach tightened as he watched her laugh politely at whatever joke Victor was telling. She was beautiful, but it was the sadness in her eyes that struck him the most. "Is that her?" Adrian heard Victor’s voice, cold and taunting as he glanced over Adrian’s shoulder. "Your ex-fiancée, Emma Caldwell. Or should I say, my fiancée?" Adrian’s jaw tightened, but he refused to let Victor see the effect Emma’s presence had on him. He forced himself to focus on the bigger picture. "She doesn’t belong to you," Adrian replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "You never deserved her." Victor smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over both Adrian and Emma. "But she’s with me now, isn’t she? And there’s nothing you can do about it." Adrian’s hands balled into fists, but he didn’t respond. The need for vengeance burned inside him, but a part of him—the part that still loved Emma—wanted to believe there was more to the story. "Is that why you’re here?" Victor asked, leaning in closer, his voice dripping with mockery. "To try and win her back? It’s a little late for that. She’s mine now." Adrian turned his gaze back to Emma, who was now looking directly at him. There was something in her expression, something he hadn’t expected. Her eyes—those familiar, beautiful eyes—held no anger or resentment. Just sorrow. For a moment, the world seemed to slow as Adrian’s gaze met hers. He saw the silent apology in her eyes, and something in him twisted. Had she been a part of this betrayal? Or had she, too, been caught in Victor’s web? Before he could make a move, Claire appeared at his side again, her voice soft but insistent. "We need to go. Now." But Adrian’s eyes never left Emma. She seemed to be waiting for him, her face a mixture of longing and regret. He wanted to walk over, to confront her, to demand answers. But before he could take a single step, Victor was suddenly beside him. "You’re not welcome here, Adrian," Victor said, his tone low and threatening. "Stay out of my way, and we’ll both walk away from this without any more trouble." Adrian met his stepbrother’s gaze, refusing to back down. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Victor. But I’ve never been one to back away from a fight." Victor’s lips curled into a grin. "You should have stayed dead, Adrian. It would have been easier for everyone." The words hit harder than Adrian expected. His chest tightened, and for a moment, he almost believed the venom in Victor’s voice. But he steeled himself, knowing that nothing would stop him now. Not Victor. Not Emma. No one. "Don’t worry," Adrian said, his voice cold, his gaze fixed on Victor. "I’m just getting started." Then, before either of them could speak again, Adrian saw Emma making her way toward him, her steps quick but hesitant. She was close now, just a few feet away, but before she could open her mouth, Victor stepped between them, his hand on Emma’s arm. "You’re making a scene, Emma," Victor said, his voice sharp. "We’re here to celebrate tonight. Let’s not ruin everything with your past." Emma froze, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and frustration. She glanced back at Adrian, but the moment was gone—Victor had control, and there was nothing she could do. Adrian opened his mouth to speak, but the weight of Victor’s words crushed any hope of a peaceful reunion. The anger inside him flared, but he fought it back. He wasn’t here to fight Victor. Not yet. "Stay away from her," Adrian said quietly, but the warning was clear. Victor’s smirk returned. "I told you, Adrian. She’s mine now." Emma’s eyes flickered between them. She opened her mouth to say something, but before the words could escape, Victor cut her off. "Let’s go. Now." As they walked away, Adrian’s heart pounded in his chest. The game had begun, and he wasn’t about to lose. "Just wait, Victor," Adrian whispered to himself. "Just wait."
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