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Lyla’s POV I already had my plans well played in my head, Chad betrayed me in the past, I can't wait for his go ahead to act. Becky is alive and I am not safe, not even my girls. Even after all this while, she's never going to stop fighting me. She is not careless and definitely not relentless. She would make sure I'm destroyed before she stops. And I on the other hand is a hard nut to crack open. I would protect my family at all costs because my life depends on it. I stared at the picture I got from Chad earlier, all night. I recognized the coat Becky wore. It was from a boutique we used to shop at—one only two cities carried. Infact, I had gotten it for her during one of our shopping spree years back. I sent an assistant to pull credit card logs under the alias “Nora Lake”— which was an identity Becky used once before.Three hits. One in Midtown, two in Westbrook.Becky wasn’t hiding that well after all.I didn’t want revenge. Not exactly.What I wanted… were answers of what

Chad's POV I immediately began the search for Becky’s death certificate. And that's where I found discrepancies. The time of her supposed death was logged before the last nurse’s shift ended. Autopsy wasn't done, even the body Identification was made “visually” by someone anonymous. Then it dawned on me that it has been a plot all along, but why? I reached out for my phone and called the hospital. The nurse who cared for Becky that night? Had earlier resigned two days later. With no forwarding address.Asides other discoveries, this was another red flag, infact a forest of red flags.I was looking for a cover-up, probably this was all a lie. But with all this new findings it wasn’t sloppy. It was intentional, it was the truth. Becky is alive. I decided to visit the cemetery, I went to the cemetery alone that evening. Becky’s supposed grave was neat. Flowers were neatly placed on it once a week, always fresh. But not by me and definitely not by Lyla.Then, Who was visiting? I whis

Becky's POV Becky’s Death Was Never Real—It Was Her Greatest LieBecky knew she was running out of options.The walls were closing in. People believed she had double-crossed powerful people. The threats were real—but the worst one came from someone she once betrayed;, her best friend_ Lyla.Becky had seen it all before—how Lyla always ended up safe, polished, untouched. Even after every disaster, she landed on her feet, walking through life like she was untouchable. Becky, on the other hand, was the one left picking up pieces.But this time, Becky wasn’t going to be the one left behind.So she disappeared. On purpose. And she made it feel so real. Three years ago, she faked her own death and made everyone think she truly died. Becky is one manipulative being who makes sure everything works according to her wish. But Lyla on the other hand had trusted and loved her more as a sister than a friend that she was. It really pained her when she back stabbed her and got pregnant for her ex

Lyla’s POV The floodlights overhead began to hum, pulsing once—then twice—as if sensing the tension in the air.Seraphina didn’t move. “You’re not here to destroy the Syndicate,” she said rashly. “You’re here because you’re scared of what will happen if you don’t stop me.”“You’re right.” I replied, stepping forward. That made Seraphina pause.“You’re right,” I continued, drawing the compact blade from her belt. “Because we’ve seen what monsters like you do when the world’s asleep.”Seraphina tilted her head. “And yet you brought your ghosts with you.” She glanced at Gabriel. “Poor thing still thinks he gets to choose what he is.”Gabriel’s jaw clenched. He could hear her voice—the one that had once promised him salvation. Power. Purpose. He had followed her, believed in her... until the Architect’s programming shattered and truth flooded in.“Do it,” Jace hissed beside him, his voice sharp. “Take the shot.”But Gabriel didn’t. Not yet. He couldn’t.Not until he understood why she s

Lyla’s POVThe wind smelled different now.No more smoke from secret labs. No more burnt circuits or rusted cables threading their way through cities like veins. The Architect’s network—her programming, her algorithms, her reach—was gone.And yet… I still couldn’t sleep.Because darkness doesn’t die.It simply waits to be reborn.One year later, our estate near Lake Virelle was finally complete. Jace and I took turns walking the twins through the glass garden, the lake shimmering behind us.Bailey had taken over as Director of Public Safety, reshaping what the Karev Group once was. While she also prepared to begin medical school, it has always been her dream and her passion for saving lives was undoubtedly surreal. And Collins on the other hand, after the serum wore off—was in secure witness protection, supplying information on the Architect’s global shell companies.Everything seemed peaceful.But scars have memories.And mine still itched.It was dusk when I first saw him again.Ga

Lyla's POV After the incident, life went back to normal, to its usual hustle and buzzling. But while we were relaxed and thought that the Architect's reign died with her code. That peace could be coded back into the world like a firewall. But peace is never permanent apparently when blood remembers.Deep beneath the frost-ridden city of Australia, in a facility cloaked in electromagnetic silence, a woman stood before the embryonic remnants of a war long thought ended.Seraphina, twenty-one years old. Raised in secrecy by the last loyalists of the Architect’s bloodline. Not born—but built.She was the perfect shadow. Not a clone. Not a daughter. A weapon with emotions calibrated just enough to manipulate.The lab walls shimmered with biometric maps. One showed Lyla’s DNA spiral interwoven with Jace’s—Chimera-7.“They think they’ve won,” Seraphina said coldly to the masked board seated before her. “But their children carry the seed of what’s next.”Behind her, a glass cylinder opened,