Blurb : He trusted them with his heart. They returned the favor with betrayal. Adrian Vale built an empire with steel nerves and a broken heart. But when the people closest to him-the woman he loved and the cousin he called brother-conspire to destroy everything he holds dear, he is forced to confront a web of lies stretching back generations. Just as the truth begins to unravel, the game turns deadly. And three years later, a new enemy rises. Vengeance is no longer just about survival-it's about justice, legacy, and twisted fates. In a world where love is lethal and family is a loaded weapon, can Adrian outwit the shadows that threaten to consume him-or will the past finally claim him for good?
Chapter 1 Golden Throne
The ballroom of the Vale Grand Hotel pulsed like a living thing-breathing elegance, exhaling power. Every crystal on the cascading chandeliers caught the light and scattered it like fireflies across the walls. It was a celebration for the elite, a spectacle of success-but beneath the glittering surface, shadows lurked.
Adrian Vale stood at the heart of it all, untouchable. His tailored tuxedo was matte black, sharp at the edges, much like the man himself. His posture-shoulders back, chin high-radiated control. At twenty-six, Adrian Vale had conquered more than men twice his age. Vale Enterprises, his family's legacy, was now a global force, and he was its impenetrable face.
Around him, champagne glasses clinked, conversations flowed with hollow laughter, and camera flashes erupted like lightning storms. But Adrian's eyes remained detached, scanning the crowd like a hunter. He didn't drink, didn't indulge in empty conversations. He watched. Calculated.
Beside him, Elena Marquez was perfection wrapped in a crimson gown. Her long dark hair flowed in waves, and her lips curled in a poised smile-the kind that turned heads and weakened spines. She played the role of the adoring partner flawlessly, resting a possessive hand on Adrian's arm.
"You should smile, Adrian," she whispered, the curve of her mouth close to his ear. Her voice was soft, sultry, lined with sugar and something darker. "You've built an empire. Tonight is yours."
Adrian's lips twitched, but not quite into a smile. "Tonight is for the investors."
He pulled away gently, moving toward the stage. The clatter of attention followed him. As he ascended, the room seemed to hush-not from obligation, but reverence. This was Adrian Vale: myth, mogul, mystery.
He took the microphone with a calm ease. "Ten years ago, this company was dying. My father's empire was fading. Today, Vale Enterprises dominates five continents, twenty-seven subsidiaries, and is projected to double revenue by the next fiscal year. We have not only recovered-we have surpassed."
Applause thundered through the room. But Adrian's expression remained unchanged.
"This night isn't about me. It's about what we build next. Together."
Another round of applause, more hollow than the last. Only a few in the room truly understood Adrian's words. Most just wanted their names tied to his.
From the back of the hall, Caleb Sinclair raised his champagne glass, his signature grin painted across his face. He looked every inch the charismatic cousin-the one who made deals at poker tables and boardrooms alike. His tailored navy-blue suit contrasted his boyish charm. The crowd loved him.
But Caleb's gaze was cold.
He sipped his champagne, turning slightly as someone leaned in beside him, whispering something inaudible. Caleb nodded subtly, then his smile returned-slick and charming. He tapped his glass with a gentle clink and murmured to himself, "Let the game begin."
Later that night, the crowd thinned. The clamor softened into velvet music, and guests began their slow exits. Elena slipped outside onto the balcony, the chill air kissing her bare shoulders. Adrian followed minutes later, his presence cutting through the quiet like a blade.
She turned to him, her eyes glowing under the moonlight. "You disappeared."
"Needed air."
Elena stepped closer. "Or space? From me?"
He looked at her then-really looked. "You ever feel like the higher you rise, the more the air thins?"
Elena tilted her head, smile lingering. "Then let me be your oxygen."
Adrian didn't reply. He leaned in, kissed her cheek, and murmured, "I'll see you inside."
She watched him leave, her smile fading the second he turned his back.
Inside, Caleb walked down a quieter hallway of the hotel, phone to his ear, voice low and sharp. "Everything's in place. The leak will hit in two weeks. Anonymous file drop. The board won't know what hit them."
He paused as someone approached-Liam.
Adrian's younger brother, barely eighteen, with a kind smile and wide, innocent eyes. He was the only person Adrian softened for. The one light in Adrian's fortress.
"Big night, huh?" Liam grinned. "I think Dad would've been proud."
Caleb nodded with a warm expression. "Yeah. He would."
Liam bounced off toward the dessert bar, unaware of the storm forming around him.
Once alone again, Caleb's expression hardened. "Time to burn the golden boy."
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Later That Night
Adrian stood in the silence of his penthouse office, the city stretching like a sea of stars behind him. The room was sleek-cold marble floors, black leather furniture, and walls lined with glass and steel. The only warmth came from a single photograph on his desk: Adrian, Liam, and their father.
He picked it up, running a thumb over his father's face.
He barely remembered a time when his father smiled. The man had been all business, and even in death, he remained a mystery.
The phone rang.
Private line.
Adrian answered, his voice cold. "Vale."
Silence.
Then, a voice-distorted and low.
"Your father didn't die of natural causes."
Click.
The line went dead.
Adrian stood frozen, the photograph still in his hand. The weight of the words settled over him like smoke-thick, choking.
He turned slowly, eyes locking on the wall where his father's portrait hung, regal and severe.
The past was not done with him.
And the truth was just beginning to bleed.