Chapter 8 - The Gates of the EmpireTen minutes later, the national news broadcast aired a live press conference from the gates of the Sterling Estate in Chicago.
Reporters swarmed the massive iron gates as black limousines pulled up.
Adrian drove his car like a madman through the rain, arriving at the Sterling Estate just as camera crews gathered outside.
He jumped out of his vehicle, his suit soaked, his face pale with horror and desperation.
Standing inside the iron gates was Amaraâlooking magnificent in her ivory suit, holding a gold handbag, flanked by six imposing bodyguards. Beside her stood Vanessa Cross, who had rushed to the estate to curry favor with the newly revealed heiress, completely unaware that Amara remembered everything.
âAmara!â Adrian screamed through the iron bars, his voice breaking. âAmara, please!â
Amara turned around slowly, her brown eyes meeting his through the rain.
Vanessa stepped up beside Amara, putting on a fake, sycophantic smile. âMiss Sterling! I am Vanessa Cross from Cole Global! I am so honored to meet you! We had no idea you were staying with Adrianâs humble household!â
Amara looked at Vanessa, then turned her eyes to Adrian, who stood trembling on the wet pavement outside her gate.
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Adrian reached his hands through the iron bars, his voice raw with tears.
âAmara... please forgive me,â Adrian begged in front of dozens of flashing news cameras. âI was a fool... I let my past blind me... Please, come back home...â
