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 592. FIGHT FOR YOU. SIXTEEN TIMESIf he were honest, Kyle had to admit that the total absence of emotion in Adriana’s voice didn’t surprise him. After all, she had spent long, excruciating minutes so close to death that it was a miracle she was even speaking. But when he turned to see the bandage on the side of her head and how much of her hair had been cut into a pixie style, it broke his heart. “Adriana…” “You could have come through the front door; no one would’ve stopped you,” the young woman replied thoughtfully, pulling her feet up under her on the couch. “You told your mother you didn’t want to see me.” “And since when has what I want ever stopped you?” Adriana murmured, and Kyle walked to the corner of the room near the fireplace, kneeling in front of her. “Baby, don’t say that. I didn’t… I never wanted…” “Give me your phone and a hug,” Adriana murmured, looking him straight in his blue eyes. At that moment, every feeling of terror and abandonment hit her all at

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 594. FIGHT FOR YOU. A PAST THAT RETURNS“They’re tracking you.” Kyle’s heart skipped a beat when he received that first message, but he knew the explanation wouldn’t take long to arrive. “I found a tracking bug in the airplane’s software. Someone hacked it to monitor the final destination.” Caleb didn’t beat around the bush, and Kyle knew exactly what that meant and how to act. He had been in the pilots’ cabin the entire time, and none of them had dared to speak up when ordered to transport an “unexpected passenger” that the plane’s owner wasn’t supposed to know about. Of course, it helped that he carried a very convincing, though utterly fake, Interpol badge, but the pilots weren’t in the mood to ask questions. “We’re changing the route,” he ordered, and the pilots exchanged worried glances. “Request clearance to land at the nearest airport in Canada and arrange for refueling in Ireland.” The pilots hesitated, but there were certain authorities you didn’t question. Kyle

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 596. FIGHT FOR YOU. Santa Claus is ComingThey were close—so close that Adriana could smell the faint aroma of chocolate on his breath. No matter how angry or disappointed she was with him, she couldn’t deny the spark that crackled between them. Now… whether that spark could reignite into the blazing fire it once was, that was another matter entirely. “Nice speech, Mr. Tyrant,” she grumbled through clenched teeth. “So, do I have to walk around wrapped in a blanket like a caveman, or are you going to get me something to wear?” Kyle’s eyes locked with hers for a moment. He thought better of joking—or confessing that he absolutely preferred her this way. “I’ll find you something to wear,” he murmured, fleeing the room as if the devil were on his heels. He’d put himself in this position, but knowing Adriana was disappointed was one thing; feeling the sting of her indifference was entirely another. She didn’t make a sound as he handed her a thick, fluffy pajama set for the co

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 598. FIGHT FOR YOU. Tell Me It’s Not Because of Me“You can’t do this…! Let me go!” Adriana growled, biting her lower lip so hard it bled. Still, Kyle’s tongue plunged into her mouth, his arms locking around her so tightly that for a moment, Adriana thought she might suffocate. She beat against his chest with all the strength she had, trying to push him away, but all it earned her was his hands gripping her face as he kissed her even more fiercely. His tongue was still dominant and unmistakable. His body was still hot and powerful, his instincts just as primal. The spark between them still burned, but Adriana wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it to reignite at that moment. Gradually, her resistance faded until Kyle could feel her stop struggling. He felt her stop resisting—but he didn’t feel her surrender. That difference between consent and indifference hit Kyle hard, and he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Adriana…” “Let me know when you’re done,” she murmured, staring u

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

CHAPTER 600. FIGHT FOR YOU. PainKyle was dazed. The small, targeted explosion had destroyed his metal legs below the knees. Would it kill him? No. Did it hurt like hell? Absolutely. Because even though those legs were artificial, the way the base plates were connected to the nerve networks in his limbs made the pain feel infinite—and then some. He glared at Vance with concentrated hatred, and for one terrible second, he understood that he couldn’t stop him from taking Adriana. “Let her go now!” he hissed. “And maybe I’ll let you keep breathing…” “You know that’s not going to happen!” “Then make sure I don’t find you,” Kyle growled. “Because if you so much as harm a single hair on her head, I guarantee you’ll spend the rest of your sad, long, miserable life in a three-by-three-meter cell with me, tied to a chair as I tear you apart piece by piece. Got it?” The fury in his eyes made it impossible to misunderstand, but that wasn’t going to stop Burgges. “Well, who would’ve though