Chapter 55- The Weight of Two Names
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Night wrapped the city like a dark silk curtain.
Adrian Knox walked through the quiet streets toward his apartment, hands buried in his coat pockets. The wind was cold, sharp against his face, but he barely felt it.
All he could hear was Damien’s silence from earlier.
Why are you avoiding me?
And Damien saying nothing.
That silence kept echoing in his chest.
By the time he reached the apartment building, Adrian felt hollow.
He climbed the stairs slowly and unlocked the door.
The apartment was small. Quiet. Safe.
But tonight it felt like a cage.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, eyes shut.
For a long moment he didn’t move.
Then slowly, almost mechanically, Adrian walked to the mirror.
The man staring back was the same person everyone knew.
Short hair.
Sharp suit.
A face hardened by years of pretending.
Adrian Knox.
His fingers trembled slightly as he touched the edge of the sink.
“I’m so tired,” he whispered.
The words sounded fragile in the silent room.
He reached up and removed the binder that flattened his chest. The simple action felt like removing armor after a battle that never ended.
His shoulders sagged.
Then he looked back at the mirror.
Not Adrian.
Jade Whitmore stared back.
Her eyes were glassy with exhaustion.
Twenty-five years of running.
Twenty-five years of hiding.
Twenty-five years of pretending to be someone else just to stay alive.
A tear slipped down her cheek before she realized she was crying.
She laughed weakly.
“Look at you,” she murmured to the reflection.
“Falling in love with the one man you can never have.”
Her voice cracked.
Because Damien Sinclair didn’t know she was a woman.
To him, Adrian Knox was just another man.
A man who apparently felt too close.
Too personal.
Too dangerous.
And now Damien was running away.
Jade covered her mouth as a sob escaped her.
“I can’t even love someone properly…”
Her knees gave way and she sank onto the floor beside the sink.
The tears came harder now.
Images flooded her mind.
Her father’s stern voice.
Stay hidden, Jade.
Her mother’s tired smile.
The train station.
The night her father told her to run.
And the moment she realized he never came back.
Her shoulders shook as she cried.
“Dad… you didn’t even tell me goodbye.”
For years she had hated him.
Hated the strict rules.
The constant moving.
The new identities.
But now she understood.
He had been protecting her from a monster.
And now that monster was still out there.
Still hunting.
Still destroying women who shared the same birthday.
Women who were suffering because Jade had survived.
Her voice broke into a whisper.
“I’m sorry…”
Sorry for every victim.
Sorry for every woman whose life had been stolen.
Sorry for being the one who lived.
And now… for loving someone she could never have.
Eventually the tears slowed.
But the exhaustion remained.
Jade sat on the floor long after the crying stopped.
Because she didn’t know how much longer she could live as Adrian Knox.
The Next Morning
Damien Sinclair hadn’t slept.
He sat in his office staring at the city skyline through the massive glass windows.
Adrian’s face kept appearing in his mind.
Those tears.
That broken voice.
I won’t bother you again.
Damien rubbed his temples.
“i***t,” he muttered to himself.
He had tried to push Adrian away.
Tried to create distance.
Because the truth terrified him.
But seeing Adrian hurt like that felt worse.
Much worse.
Damien grabbed his phone and pressed a number.
“Security.”
“Yes sir.”
“Assign two bodyguards to Adrian Knox.”
There was a pause.
“Sir… discreetly?”
“Yes.”
He hung up before he could rethink the decision.
Five minutes later his assistant entered.
“Mr. Sinclair, Adrian Knox has arrived for work.”
Damien stood immediately.
Then stopped himself.
Calm down.
He walked out of his office with deliberate slowness.
When he reached the main floor he saw Adrian standing near the elevators.
For a second Damien just watched.
Adrian looked normal.
Professional.
Composed.
But something about his posture felt different.
Fragile.
Damien approached.
“Knox.”
Adrian turned.
His expression immediately went neutral.
“Sir.”
That single word created a wall between them.
Damien hated it.
“You’re early.”
“I had work to finish.”
Silence stretched.
Damien finally said,
“Did you sleep?”
Adrian blinked slightly, surprised by the question.
“That’s not really your concern.”
The coldness in his voice stung.
Damien clenched his jaw.
“Watch your tone.”
Adrian shrugged lightly.
“Of course.”
He turned to leave.
But Damien grabbed his arm.
The touch shocked them both.
Adrian froze.
Damien realized he was holding him.
Quickly he released his grip.
“I meant what I said,” Damien muttered.
“What?”
“You matter in this company.”
Adrian studied his face carefully.
Something soft flickered in his eyes.
But he said nothing.
Instead he walked away.
Leaving Damien standing there feeling strangely… helpless.
Across the Office
Hana watched everything.
From the far side of the room.
Her sharp eyes missed nothing.
The tension.
The glances.
The way Damien’s hand grabbed Adrian’s arm.
Her lips slowly curved into a thin smile.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Later that day she approached Damien’s desk casually.
“You seem distracted lately.”
“I’m working.”
“Are you?”
She leaned slightly closer.
“Or are you watching Adrian Knox again?”
Damien’s eyes snapped toward her.
“Hana.”
“Yes?”
“That’s enough.”
Her smile widened.
“You know what people will say if they notice.”
“Notice what?”
“That the great Damien Sinclair might prefer men.”
The words landed like a slap.
Damien’s expression darkened instantly.
“I am not gay.”
Hana shrugged.
“Then why do you look at him like that?”
Damien stood abruptly.
“Leave.”
Hana laughed softly as she walked away.
But inside her mind a new curiosity had begun growing.
Damien Sinclair… and that quiet boy.
Something was definitely happening.
And she intended to find out what.
Somewhere Else
In a dark apartment filled with surveillance screens, a man watched silently.
Footage played across multiple monitors.
Sinclair Tower.
Employees entering.
Employees leaving.
Among them…
Adrian Knox.
The man leaned back in his chair, studying the screen thoughtfully.
His face remained hidden in shadow.
But his eyes followed Adrian’s movements carefully.
Then Damien appeared beside him on screen.
The man tilted his head.
“Interesting…”
He murmured softly.
Those two again.
Their body language was… unusual.
Protective.
Possessive.
Intimate in ways they probably didn’t even realize.
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