Chapter 3
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Chapter Three – The Secret Between Us.
The restaurant’s low light painted Adrian’s face in sharp lines, shadows accentuating the hollows of his cheeks, the cut of his jaw. He looked like temptation dressed in power, and I hated that every fiber of me still responded.
I sipped my wine, ignoring how his gaze followed the rim of the glass, as if he were imagining my lips. “So this is what it is now? Power plays over dinner? You pulling strings until I dance to your tune?”
“Don’t pretend you’re just a pawn, Elena,” Adrian said smoothly, leaning back in his chair. “You were never that. Not to me.”
“Not to you?” My laugh came out sharp, bitter. “You accused me of betrayal. You burned me alive with your mistrust. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
His eyes flickered—just for a heartbeat, the ice cracked. “I know exactly what it did. Because it did the same to me.”
The waiter arrived with steak for him, sea bass for me. Neither of us touched our plates.
“Then why now?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Why buy NovaTech? Out of all the companies in this city, why mine?”
His fork hovered over the steak, then lowered. His hazel eyes locked on me, unflinching. “Because you’re in it.”
The words hit like a sucker punch. I swallowed, throat tight. “That’s not business, Adrian. That’s obsession.”
“Call it what you want,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous. “But I’m not letting you vanish from my world again.”
My chest ached, the air between us charged with the ghosts of every kiss, every fight, every night spent tangled in passion and fury.
Before I could answer, his phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it once. Twice. On the third buzz, he snatched it up, irritation flashing.
His jaw tightened as he read the message.
“What is it?” I asked carefully.
He slipped the phone back into his jacket, mask firmly in place. “Business.”
But I caught the flicker in his eyes. Not business. Something else. Something darker.
When I returned to my apartment later, exhaustion tugged at me, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. Adrian’s words replayed, over and over. Because you’re in it.
I hated how part of me wanted to believe him.
I tossed my heels aside, poured a glass of water, and collapsed onto the couch. That’s when the envelope caught my eye—slid halfway beneath my door.
Frowning, I set the glass down and picked it up. No return address. Just my name in bold black ink.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
My hands froze as I read.
Do you really know why Adrian Cole despised you? Ask him about the night everything changed. Ask him about the secret he buried.
My blood ran cold.
The page slipped from my fingers, drifting to the floor like a whisper.
For five years, I had believed Adrian hated me because he thought I betrayed him. But what if there was more? What if there was something he hadn’t told me—something he had kept hidden all this time?
I sank onto the couch, the letter shaking in my hands. Questions crashed through my mind like waves: Who had sent this? What secret? And why now, just when Adrian had forced his way back into my life?
The next morning, I stormed into NovaTech’s offices, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Rachel glanced up from her desk, eyes widening at my expression. “What happened?”
I held up the envelope. “Someone’s playing games.”
Her brow furrowed as she read the note. “You think it’s him?”
“If it is, it’s twisted. If it’s not… then someone wants me to doubt him.”
“And do you?”
I swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”
Before she could respond, the elevator doors slid open. And there he was, striding toward us with that effortless command, the entire office holding its breath as Adrian Cole entered.
“Elena,” he said, his voice low, his gaze flicking from my clenched fist to the letter in Rachel’s hand. “What’s wrong?”
I should have lied. I should have hidden it. But instead, I thrust the letter toward him. “You tell me.”
He took it, scanned it, and for the first time since I’d seen him again, I saw something c***k his armor. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. And for a fraction of a second, I swore I saw guilt.
“Who sent this?” he demanded.
“You tell me,” I snapped. “What secret, Adrian? What are you hiding from me?”
He folded the paper slowly, carefully, like a man containing a storm. Then he slipped it into his jacket pocket.
“Drop it, Elena,” he said, voice deadly calm.
“No,” I shot back, heart pounding. “Not this time. I’m not your pawn, and I’m not your enemy. If there’s something you’re not telling me, I deserve to know.”
His gaze pinned me, sharp as glass, filled with something raw and dangerous. “You want the truth?” His voice lowered to a rasp. “Then be careful what you wish for.”
The tension between us thickened in the silence that followed, the weight of unsaid words pressing down like a vice.
For the first time, I realized the past wasn’t as simple as betrayal and heartbreak. There was something deeper. Something darker. Something that could destroy us both.
And I wasn’t sure I was ready to know what it was.
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