When Love Kills
img img When Love Kills img Chapter 6 Lunch With the Enemy
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Chapter 7 The Table of Three img
Chapter 8 A Toast too Far img
Chapter 9 Ghosts in the Dark img
Chapter 10 Digging Graves img
Chapter 11 The Invitation img
Chapter 12 Paper Ghosts img
Chapter 13 Dangerous Proximity img
Chapter 14 Proof of Betrayal img
Chapter 15 The Cage Tightens img
Chapter 16 The Door Without a Key img
Chapter 17 The Street of Shadows img
Chapter 18 Blood in the Dust img
Chapter 19 Hunted img
Chapter 20 The River img
Chapter 21 Into the river img
Chapter 22 The Door Opens img
Chapter 23 Shadows in the Boathouse img
Chapter 24 Between breaths img
Chapter 25 The Ledger Room img
Chapter 26 Eyes That See To Much img
Chapter 27 Shadows Between Us img
Chapter 28 Run Until the Sky Breaks img
Chapter 29 The Ghost Fights Back img
Chapter 30 Blood and Silence img
Chapter 31 The Weight of the blood img
Chapter 32 Fever Dreams img
Chapter 33 A Kiss in the Dark img
Chapter 34 Ashes Between Us img
Chapter 35 Fragile Night img
Chapter 36 Hunted img
Chapter 37 Threading the Needle img
Chapter 38 Fire in the Rearview img
Chapter 39 Blood Between us img
Chapter 40 Ashes in the Depot img
Chapter 41 Beneath the City img
Chapter 42 The Weight of silence img
Chapter 43 Secrets that Burn img
Chapter 44 The Sound of Truth img
Chapter 45 Collapse img
Chapter 46 The Bargain img
Chapter 47 Spark of Rebellion img
Chapter 48 Into the Lion's Den img
Chapter 49 The Devil You Loved img
Chapter 50 The Ashes we Breath img
Chapter 51 The Devils Rebirth img
Chapter 52 The First Cut img
Chapter 53 The Price of Truth img
Chapter 54 The GHOST Network img
Chapter 55 The Bloodline Trap img
Chapter 56 Red Silence img
Chapter 57 Ghost in the Code img
Chapter 58 Resurrection war img
Chapter 59 Ashes and Echoes img
Chapter 60 Sound of Silence img
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Chapter 6 Lunch With the Enemy

The city was cruel in daylight.

At night, glitter hid the cracks. By morning, steel and glass reflected nothing but truth.

Adrian stepped out of the foundation's lobby into that brightness, the mask of confidence nailed perfectly to his face. Inside, his pulse still hammered from Jace's slip, but no one watching would see it. That was the point of masks.

The driver opened the car door. Adrian slid into the back seat, letting the tinted glass fall between him and the world. He exhaled, long and slow, and loosened his tie.

The phone buzzed before the engine started. A message.

Evelyn: Mr. Vale, I feel today's tour didn't give us enough time to talk properly. I'd like to thank you personally. Lunch tomorrow? My treat.

He read it twice, let the words sink in. Evelyn Sloane-Cross wasn't just curious anymore. She was pulling him closer of her own accord.

He typed slowly, deliberately.

Adrian: Where and when?

Her reply came almost instantly.

Evelyn: The Glass House. Noon.

A smirk touched his mouth. Of course. The Glass House - an exclusive restaurant perched above the river, its walls made of glass so diners could see the city beneath them like ants. The perfect place for someone who liked to be admired while pretending to be generous.

"Drive," Adrian said, tucking the phone away. His reflection in the glass smiled back, hard and thin.

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At the Foundation Offices

Lucian watched from the thirty-fourth floor as Adrian's car melted into traffic. His jaw was locked, his hands behind his back, posture as still as carved stone.

"You don't trust him," Evelyn's voice floated behind him, softer than the rustle of papers she carried.

"I don't know him," Lucian said flatly.

"You don't know most of our donors." She walked past him to set the files down, her perfume trailing in her wake. "That doesn't make them guilty."

"Guilt isn't the word," Lucian murmured. His eyes stayed on the city. "Familiar. He feels... familiar."

Evelyn gave a light laugh, the kind meant to dismiss tension. "That's a strange complaint. Familiarity is usually comforting."

Lucian finally turned. His gaze pinned her in place. "Not when the familiarity feels like something I've lost."

Her smile faltered, just for a second, before she lifted her chin. "Well, maybe you should ask yourself why you keep looking at him, then."

Lucian didn't answer. But when she left the office, he reached for his phone.

"Dig," he told his head of security. "Adrian Vale. Where he's from, who he's tied to, every deal he's touched. I want it yesterday."

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The Glass House

The next day, the Glass House glimmered like an untouchable jewel above the river. Walls of crystal shimmered with light, and white tablecloths billowed like sails in a summer wind. Only the wealthy and powerful sat here, whispering over wine worth more than most people's rent.

Adrian arrived a few minutes early. He let the staff usher him to a private table by the window. The city stretched out below - bridges, towers, endless rivers of people moving like ants. It felt almost cruel to look down on them. Perfect, then, for this meeting.

He sat with his back straight, his expression the calm neutrality of a man who owned his place here. Inside, every nerve was sharp, his chest tight with anticipation. Lunch wasn't just lunch. Lunch was an opening.

A shadow moved across the glass, and then Evelyn appeared.

She was radiant, dressed in a soft cream blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt. No gala shine this time - just elegance that whispered of restraint. She removed her sunglasses, and her eyes warmed when they found him.

"Mr. Vale," she greeted, offering her hand.

"Mrs. Sloane-Cross," he replied smoothly, rising to meet her. His lips brushed the back of her hand in the old-fashioned way, deliberately old-world. She blinked at the unexpected gallantry, then smiled, faintly flustered.

They sat. A waiter poured champagne, hovering before retreating. Evelyn lifted her glass, the bubbles catching light.

"To new partners," she said.

Adrian's glass touched hers, the chime ringing low between them. "To investments that pay back more than they cost."

Her smile tilted, intrigued. "You always speak in riddles, Mr. Vale. I can't tell if you're a philosopher... or a gambler."

"Both," he said, his tone smooth as silk. "And gamblers often see truths others ignore."

Her gaze lingered on him, openly curious now. "Truths like?"

"That loneliness shows, no matter how carefully it's dressed," Adrian said quietly. His eyes flicked to her bare ring finger where the diamond glinted too cold, too heavy.

Evelyn froze, breath hitching just enough for him to notice. She set the glass down, her fingers tightening around the stem.

"You're very observant," she murmured, recovering her poise. "And a little dangerous."

"Danger keeps things interesting," Adrian replied.

Their eyes held, and for a moment the air between them burned with something unspoken - curiosity, attraction, danger, all tangled together.

But before she could answer, a new voice cut in.

"Doesn't it just."

Adrian's muscles went taut. He didn't need to turn to know. Lucian Cross stood behind him, his shadow falling across the table.

Evelyn blinked, startled. "Lucian-I thought you had a board meeting."

Lucian's smile didn't reach his eyes. "It was canceled. I thought I'd join my wife for lunch." He slid into the chair beside her, his gaze locking on Adrian like a hunter sizing up prey.

Adrian smiled faintly, leaning back, casual as sin. "Of course. The more the merrier."

The waiter returned, nervous under the weight of the air. "For three, then?"

"Yes," Lucian said, voice calm and deadly. "For three."

The table was set again. Evelyn, caught in the middle, tried to keep the conversation light, but the real war raged silently across the table.

Adrian's eyes never dropped. Lucian's stare never softened. Every word, every sip of wine was another strike in a duel no one else could see.

When the plates arrived, Evelyn lifted her fork, unaware of the battle tightening around her. Adrian speared a piece of salmon, his smile cutting.

"So," he said, voice low enough to challenge, "shall we discuss futures again, Mr. Cross?"

Lucian's fork paused in midair, his eyes narrowing. The muscles in his jaw flexed once, twice.

"Or," Adrian continued, his gaze flicking deliberately to Evelyn, "shall we talk about what's already been stolen?"

The air went knife-sharp. Evelyn's smile faltered, caught between two storms.

Lucian set his fork down with precision, his voice calm but deadly quiet. "Careful, Mr. Vale. You're stepping into places you don't belong."

Adrian leaned forward, his smirk cold and deliberate. "Oh, Mr. Cross... maybe I've belonged here all along.

                         

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