CHAPTER 591. FIGHT FOR YOU. A TORTUREZack Keller’s face seemed on the verge of exploding with rage because he knew exactly what it meant: if Adriana didn’t want to see him, especially after an accident like that, something terrible must have happened between them. Something so significant that not even the fear of death—or perhaps precisely because of it—could erase. “What the hell did you do to my daughter?! Answer me!” Zack snapped, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat. Kyle raised his hands to his head as if to show he wouldn’t fight back. “Did you have anything to do with this?!” “No, of course not! I swear, Mr. Keller! Adriana and I just… we had an argument. I should’ve been there with her, but instead, I was at home…” “Arguing about what?!” Zack demanded, and Kyle felt the piercing stares of the Keller family on him. “I… I got jealous, ruined a deal she was negotiating with a client. Adriana was mad at me, so I went home, and she went to the office,” he explained. “I know

CHAPTER 593. FIGHT FOR YOU. A VULNERABLE MAN“You can’t quit the company! Adriana, that’s insane!” Mauro exclaimed the moment he saw the resignation letter on his desk. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Why are you doing this?” “Because what’s really insane is almost dying and realizing that all I’ve done in my life is study and work, Mauro,” Adriana sighed, scratching the back of her neck nervously, her hair now cut very short. “You’re an excellent CEO, you deserve the presidency, and you won’t miss me. But I swear I need to do this.” Mauro stood up, walked around the desk, and hugged his cousin, whom he thought of more like a sister. “This isn’t how I wanted to win the presidency,” he grumbled. “Believe me, right now I feel like I’m the only one winning,” Adriana replied. “And I promise, the moment you realize you need a break too, I’ll come back to take over for you. Deal?” Adriana said goodbye by ruffling her cousin’s hair, just as she used to when they were kids, an

CHAPTER 595. FIGHT FOR YOU. Fighting for YouHe was by her side in seconds—scared but determined—while Adriana shot him a murderous glare that screamed, *"I’m going to castrate you.”* “Aren’t you more concerned about being naked?” he asked, swallowing hard. She responded with a sarcastic shrug. “No, I’m not worried about being naked, because I already know you’re crazy, but not stupid!” she snapped. “What I *do* want to know is why I’m here and not in Paris, in a lovely apartment overlooking the Eiffel Tower, sipping wine and eating a damn baguette!” “Well, I’m not opposed to the baguette. Honestly, I’m hungry, and I don’t know if you’ll like what I cooked. But wine... well, I can’t drink—I’m on duty. But it makes you happy, so I’ll see if I can find…” “Kyle!” Adriana interrupted, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “What are we doing here? Where the hell are we? This looks like a frozen wasteland, and I *know* I didn’t sign up for this!” Kyle took a deep breath and stepped t

CHAPTER 597. FIGHT FOR YOU. You're a Damn Danger!The plan was actually pretty basic: Climb onto the roof.Avoid breaking his neck rolling off the edge.Reach the chimney.Slide down it.Slowly tighten his grip around Adriana’s neck while kissing her hard, so she’d know he was punishing her.**Plan flaws:** His hands were frozen stiff from the damn cold.The cabin roof was covered in snow.The snow had hardened into a slippery sheet of ice.The smoke from the chimney made it impossible to see how far down he could slide.Adriana would probably kill him with a log—or something similar—if he even *thought* about kissing her right now, let alone passionately.**Conclusion?** He was bound to lose. But still, like any dashing knight, generous lover, and brutish, immature, barely functional man, Kyle Orlenko climbed up the side of the cabin, cursing under his breath as he tried not to slip on the ice, sweating beneath his hood despite the freezing temperatures. “I’ll kill her! I’ll kill

CHAPTER 599. FIGHT FOR YOU. Esther KieganHe was furious. She was furious. Outside, the weather seemed worse than both of them combined, with gusts of wind battering the cabin’s walls as if they were solid objects. Kyle had accounted for everything before bringing Adriana here—everything except the weather. So, he sat back on the couch, completely relaxed, knowing no one in their right mind would come for them in this storm. The fire was crackling warmly, the cabin was cozy, and he knew the lingering effects of the pills he’d used to put her to sleep would knock Adriana out sooner than later. And he wasn’t wrong. An hour later, she was already curled up by the windowsill again. He resisted the urge to carry her to the bed, fighting against the gnawing suspicion that all of this was happening because of him. Maybe it was the noises outside—the creaking trees—or just his own confidence, but by the time the sound of breaking glass startled him, it was already too late. The windows ha