Adrian Cross
The Forgotten Vow The night Adrian Cross almost died, the world didn’t stop for him. Rain slashed the highway as his black Lamborghini tore through the storm. His phone buzzed again and again — one word flashing: Home. He didn’t remember picking up. Only the flash. The scream of metal. The darkness that swallowed everything. When he woke, the world was quieter — and emptier. “Boss, you’re awake.” Jackson, his right hand, stood by the hospital bed. “You had an accident.” Adrian’s voice was rough. “Where was I going?” “Home.” “To the penthouse?” “No… your mansion. Your wife was waiting.” Adrian froze. “My what?” Jackson met his eyes. “Your wife, Adrian. You’ve been married a year.” Adrian laughed coldly. “Impossible.” “You lost the memories after Viktor’s death,” Jackson said. “I killed Viktor.” “And later… you fell in love with his daughter.” “You’re telling me I married my enemy’s daughter?” “You did. That night Adrian left the hospital. The mansion felt foreign —
About Adrian Cross
The Forgotten Vow The night Adrian Cross almost died, the world didn’t stop for him. Rain slashed the highway as his black Lamborghini tore through the storm. His phone buzzed again and again — one word flashing: Home. He didn’t remember picking up. Only the flash. The scream of metal. The darkness that swallowed everything. When he woke, the...Read more