Elena had always believed that men like Adrian Wolfe did not crack.
They conquered.
They controlled.
They crushed.
But that night—standing beneath the glittering chandelier of the Wolfe mansion’s private east wing—she saw something she had never imagined she would witness.
Fear.
Not for himself.
For her.
It began with a whisper.
Adrian had just returned from the emergency board meeting that followed the disaster at the gala. The trap set by Vivian had nearly worked. The press had gotten their pictures. The rumors were spreading like wildfire. Elena’s name was once again being dragged through corporate blogs and gossip feeds.
And Elena—already hiding the secret beneath her heart—felt like she was drowning in invisible hands.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed when he walked i
