Adrian Black had once been a man with nothing. No wealth. No name. No power. Just a stubborn hunger and a woman who promised to be his partner through it all. Poverty pressed hard against their walls, and whispers of betrayal cracked what little they had left. He believed the wrong people. Trusted the wrong stories. And by the time he realized what he had lost, his marriage lay in ruins, his love gone.

He swore to himself that night, in the emptiness she left behind, that he would rise. He would climb so high that the world—and she—would never forget his name.

And rise, he did.

Now Adrian Black’s face stared down from glass towers and billboards in cities that once ignored him. Vogue, Forbes, GQ—every cover claimed him as their own. He was more than a CEO; he was an empire walking on two legs, dressed in tailored suits that seemed to sharpen his already striking frame. His dark hair, his measured voice, his piercing stare—he was both vision and warning.

Inside his own company, rules were clear: no romances, no entanglements, no distractions. But rules didn’t kill desire. Women in the hallways slowed when he passed, conversations faltered when he entered a room. Adrian pretended not to hear, but he always did.

“Did you see him in Vogue last month?” one whispered near the elevators. “Last month? He’s on every other page. My sister has his face on her apartment wall.” “I swear, if he ever looked at me the way he looks at those cameras…” “Don’t even start. He’s untouchable. You know the rules.” “Rules break.” A soft laugh. “And I’d break for him.”

Adrian’s name was spoken in reverence, in hunger. To them, he was perfection. To himself, he was unfinished—because revenge had yet to be claimed.

It was at a company gala, beneath chandeliers that scattered light like diamonds, that the past walked back into his present. He stood at the heart of the party, a king surveying his kingdom, when he saw her.

Her.

The woman he had once loved, once trusted, once sworn to destroy. Standing among his employees, dressed simply, as though fate had disguised her and slipped her into his empire without his knowledge.

The air in Adrian’s chest thickened. The promise he had made long ago burned alive once more. Not love. Not forgiveness.

Revenge.

And this time, she was within reach.

A woman walked in... she was his uncle's friends daughter and was into Adrian. She told all that they were a thing and clung to him.

He didn't stop her