EXPANDED CHAPTER 39 — THE NIGHT THE TRUTH BLED OUt
The moment Adrian stepped out of the elevator and into the dimly lit penthouse corridor, a familiar sharpness pricked beneath his skin—an instinctive warning that something was wrong. He'd trusted his instincts for years; they were the same instincts that built Kane Corporation, kept him alive in a world full of knives, and taught him which enemies smiled while hiding venom behind perfect suits.
But tonight, that instinct wasn't whispering.
It was screaming.
His footsteps grew faster as his eyes scanned the hallway. The place was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that didn't belong in a secured penthouse guarded by the men he paid handsomely to keep Elena safe.
Where were the guards?
He crouched near the wall, touching faint scuff marks along the marble floor. His jaw tightened. These were signs of resistance—dragging, impact, and pressure. Someone struggled here.
Someone fought.
His stomach dropped.
