Chapter 93

Adrian’S mansion was bathed in soft golden light, the kind that did little to mask the emptiness of its wide halls. He had returned from the gala almost an hour ago, but sleep was the last thing on his mind. His jacket was already off, draped lazily over the arm of a sofa, the top button of his shirt undone. In his hand was a crystal glass half-filled with deep red wine, the liquid catching faint glimmers from the chandelier as he strolled slowly across the living room.

He paused at the large glass window that overlooked the city, the lights below glittering like a sea of fireflies. Taking a sip, he let the silence around him settle, but his thoughts refused to quiet down. Amelia. Her face, her smiles, the way her eyes darted nervously when Ryan appeared, it all replayed in his mind like an unrelenting film reel.

Adrian exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair.

“Ryan…” he muttered bitterly under his breath. That man always had a way of being there, intrudin