Chapter 18: The Edge of NightI didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the door clicked shut behind Alex. The sound reverberated through the small cabin like a final note of warning. My palms were slick with sweat as I clutched the edge of the bed, staring at the spot where he had stood only moments before. The air inside felt too thick to breathe. Precious sat in the corner with Reid, her arms wrapped protectively around him. He was awake now, his wide eyes darting between me and the door. “Mum, where did Dad go?” he asked, his voice trembling. I forced a smile, though my stomach churned. “He’s just checking outside, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” But I was worried. Alex had been too tense, too quiet when he slipped out. And those footsteps… They weren’t an animal’s. Someone was out there. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant chirp of crickets. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and every instinct screamed for me to get up, grab Reid, and run. Bu
Chapter 19: The Close In“Where is Alex?” Precious’s voice trembled as she clutched Reid tightly, her eyes darting to the door Alex had stepped through hours ago. I didn’t have an answer for her, because I wasn't expecting any of the actions. My throat felt dry, and my legs were restless as I paced the cramped space of the cabin. Alex was supposed to check the perimeter and come back immediately. That was hours ago. The clock ticked past midnight. Each passing second felt like the tightening of a noose. I can't wait to know what next, the suspense kept killing me , what do I do?“I can’t just sit here,” I muttered, grabbing a flashlight from the kitchen counter. “Mum,” Reid’s small voice stopped me in my tracks. “Don’t go. Please.” His words made my chest tighten. Reid rarely pleaded like this, and the fear in his voice shook me. But I couldn’t let fear paralyze me. Alex had gone outside for us—to protect us. And as much as I doubted him, he didn’t deserve to be left alone. “I wo
Chapter 20: The Edge of TruthThe sound of shattering glass jolted me awake. My breath hitched as I sat upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. Precious stirred beside me, clutching Reid, whose little body tensed in his sleep. “Stay here,” I whispered, trying to steady my trembling voice. I moved toward the cabin door, every step feeling like I was inching closer to the edge of a cliff. Alex was already there, his back to me, his frame taut with alertness. He held his gun firmly, peering through the crack in the door. His head snapped toward me as I approached. “I told you to stay with Reid,” he hissed, his voice low but filled with authority. “And let you handle this alone? No,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. “What’s going on?”“Something’s out there,” he muttered, gesturing toward the dense forest. “Stay quiet.”My stomach churned as I peered over his shoulder. The darkness outside was suffocating, but there was movement—shadowy figures blending into the night
Chapter 21:A Truth Too Heavy to BearI should have known better than to believe we were safe. The first warning came as a crackling sound on the cabin's lone radio, static laced with unintelligible murmurs. I glanced at Alex, who sat at the table sharpening a knife, his movements slow and deliberate. He froze when the sound broke through the room, his eyes meeting mine in an instant of shared panic. "What’s that?" I asked, my voice trembling as I held Reid closer. He was sketching something with the crayons Alex had brought him, oblivious to the tension. Alex set the knife down and moved to the radio, his fingers adjusting the dial. "It’s nothing. Probably interference." But it didn’t feel like nothing. The static had a strange rhythm, almost like a message trying to claw its way through. My stomach churned. I had learned to trust my instincts, and right now, they screamed at me that something was wrong. "We need to leave," I said abruptly, standing. Alex looked at me as if
Chapter 22: The Weight of ChoicesThe silence after the attack was deafening. Every creak in the floorboards and whisper of wind outside sounded like a threat. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the gun Alex had handed me earlier. Reid was curled up next to me, fast asleep despite the chaos from hours ago. His small body was so still, his face peaceful. How could he sleep in a world that refused to let us breathe? Precious sat near the window, her eyes bloodshot and darting nervously between the curtains and the floor. She hadn’t spoken a word since the man had burst into the cabin, and I didn’t push her to talk. I didn’t blame her. I hadn’t stopped replaying the moment I’d swung the wrench and watched the man fall. "Adeline," Alex’s voice broke through the haze. I turned to find him standing in the doorway, his face shadowed by the faint light from the hallway. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, but his expression was sharp, focused. "We need to talk," he
Chapter 23: It doesn't worth the betrayal I didn’t trust the silence. It wrapped around the cabin like a noose, too still, too calculated. My fingers tightened around the gun, its cold steel biting into my palm. Reid was asleep on the couch, his tiny form cocooned in a blanket that felt far too thin for the chill in the air. Precious sat by the window, her eyes darting nervously to the darkness outside. Alex paced the room like a caged lion, his energy crackling like static. “They’re waiting us out,” Alex muttered, more to himself than to me. “How do you know?” I asked, my voice low but steady. He stopped mid-step and turned to face me. “Because it’s what I’d do.” The weight of his words hung between us, unspoken truths lurking just beneath the surface. I hated how calm he seemed, how ready he was for all of this. Like he belonged to this chaos. “What are you not telling me, Alex?” He stiffened, his jaw tightening. “What are you talking about?” “You seem to know a
Chapter 24: Just a Deal "Don't move," Alex whispered, his voice low and sharp, a dagger of warning. I froze, every muscle in my body tightening like a coiled spring. Reid clung to my leg, his tiny fingers digging into my jeans. Precious was crouched behind the couch, her breathing uneven. The cabin was cloaked in a suffocating silence, save for the faint rustle of leaves outside. "They're circling," Alex murmured, peering through the crack in the boarded-up window. His gun was steady in his hands, his knuckles white from the grip. "How many?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Four," he said grimly. "Maybe five. They're waiting for something." "What could they be waiting for?" I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "They’ve already driven us into a corner. Isn’t that enough?" Alex didn’t respond. His jaw was set, his eyes scanning the darkness outside like a predator waiting to pounce. I couldn’t stand the tension any longer. "We need to talk to them," I
Chapter 25: The Storm We Didn't See Coming The moment Reid ran into my arms, holding a crumpled note, I knew something was wrong. His face was flushed, and his eyes shone with excitement and unease. “Mum, I saw him,” he blurted out, thrusting the paper into my hands. “Dad. He left this.” My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the note, my fingers trembling as I unfolded it. The words, hastily scrawled in familiar handwriting, sent a shiver down my spine: *“Adeline, we need to talk.”* I froze, my thoughts racing. Alex. After all these years, after all the silence, he wanted to talk? Why now? Why today? “You’re sure it was him?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Reid nodded emphatically. “I saw him, Mum! He was at the café near the bookstore. He didn’t see me, but he left this on the table. I took it when he left.” I swallowed hard, clutching the note like it might disappear. The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. I’d spent years convincing myself I didn’t need closur
Chapter 75: Unfinished BusinessLucien’s grip on the lawsuit papers tightened, his jaw clenched so hard I thought he might snap the paper in half. The name on the document burned into my mind—Blake. A ghost from my past, a man I had buried with my pain, was now clawing his way back into my life.I took a step closer, my heartbeat like a drum in my ears. “What exactly is he suing for?”Lucien exhaled sharply, handing me the document. “He’s claiming rights to your father’s estate. He says he had a legal agreement with him before his death.”I scoffed. “That’s impossible. My father would never do business with a man like him.”Lily smirked from her seat, swirling the wine in her glass as if enjoying the chaos. “Well, sweetheart, the law doesn’t care what your father would or wouldn’t do. It only cares about the paperwork. And if Blake has something solid, you might lose everything.”I shot her a glare before focusing back on the papers. My hands trembled slightly as I skimmed through the
Chapter 74: The Return of a Ghost** I barely had time to process the shock before Lucien’s phone rang. His jaw clenched as he glanced at the screen, then at me. “It’s him,” he said. Blake. The name alone sent a cold wave through me, but I squared my shoulders. I wouldn’t show fear. Not now. Not ever. “Answer it,” I said. Lucien hesitated for a second before putting the call on speaker. “Blake.” A slow chuckle came from the other end. “Lucien. It’s been a while.” My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice. Smooth, confident—just as I remembered. “What do you want?” Lucien’s tone was sharp. Blake sighed dramatically. “Straight to business. No ‘how have you been?’ No pleasantries?” “You filed a lawsuit against the company,” I cut in. “We don’t have time for games.” Blake went silent for a beat. Then, his voice turned cold. “Oh, but I do. And I’m just getting started.” I exchanged a glance with Lucien. Whatever Blake was up to, it wasn’t just about money. This
Chapter 72: A Mid Night Meeting I stared at the letter in my trembling hands, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The words on the page felt like a slap to my face—a cruel reminder that secrets never stayed buried forever. Lucien reached for the letter, his fingers brushing against mine. "Lila, who sent this?" His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with urgency. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "There’s no name, no return address. Just…this." I handed it over, my hands still shaking. Lucien's sharp gaze scanned the words, and I saw the moment he tensed, his jaw tightening. "They know about Reid." His voice was laced with fury. "They know everything." A chill ran through me. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I forced myself to breathe. "What do they want?" Lucien lifted the paper slightly. "A meeting. Tonight. Midnight. They’re giving us an address." I exhaled shakily. "This could be a trap." "It could be," he admitted, his eyes flickering with dark intensity. "Bu
Chapter 72: Running Out of Time** Lucien’s grip tightened around the phone as Wallace’s voice echoed through the empty estate. **“You’re running out of time, Hunter.”** The message ended with a sharp beep. I didn't know what exactly to think, I just kept mute, I don't know what exactly to upon, but deep down I know I needed to act as fast as I could Silence filled the air, thick with tension. Caleb exhaled sharply. “Well, that’s not ominous at all.” Lucien didn’t speak. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might snap. I stepped closer, my pulse pounding. “Lucien, what does he mean?” His gaze flicked to me, then back to the phone. “Wallace doesn’t leave messages unless he wants us to hear them. He’s taunting me.” I crossed my arms. “Or warning you.” Lucien’s expression darkened. “No. Wallace doesn’t warn people. If he says we’re running out of time, it means he has something planned.” A chill ran down my spine. Caleb shifted, cracking his knuckles. “So, wh
Chapter 71: The TrapThe morning sun barely peeked through the blinds when I woke up to an empty bed. I reached out, but Lucien was gone. Panic shot through me until I heard voices from downstairs. Throwing on a robe, I hurried down, stopping at the living room entrance. Lucien stood near the window, speaking into his phone. Caleb and Luca sat on the couch, deep in discussion. “No,” Lucien said firmly. “We move first.” He turned, spotting me. His eyes softened for a second before his expression hardened again. “Yeah, I’ll handle it,” he muttered before hanging up. I crossed my arms. “What’s going on?” Lucien sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Wallace is making his move.” My stomach clenched. “How soon?” Luca leaned forward. “Tonight.” Caleb nodded. “His men are moving shipments. If we hit them first, we cripple his operation.” Lucien’s gaze locked onto mine. “I need you to stay here.” I frowned. “Lucien—” “No arguments, Lila,” he said firmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
Chapter 70: The Next MoveLucien didn’t let go of me. Even as the police sirens grew louder, as Caleb barked orders into his phone, and as Morgan lay groaning on the ground, Lucien’s arms stayed wrapped around me like a shield. “I need you to get in the car,” he murmured. I pulled back just enough to look at him. “I’m not leaving you.” “Lila.” His voice was firm, but there was something else in his eyes—something raw. “Please.” I hesitated. The last time I’d let him handle things alone, it had almost gone terribly wrong. But this time, the police were coming. This time, Morgan wasn’t walking away. I gave him a sharp nod and turned toward the car. But just as I took a step, a gunshot rang out. Lucien tackled me before I could even register what was happening. We hit the ground hard. My breath whooshed out, and my ears rang. Caleb shouted. Someone screamed. Lucien cursed. “Stay down.” I barely had time to process the words before he was on his feet, gun raised.
Chapter 69: This wasn't overLucien was silent on the drive home. His hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. The air between us felt heavy, charged with unspoken words. I kept stealing glances at him, hoping he’d say something—**anything**—but he didn’t. When we pulled into the driveway, he shut off the engine and exhaled slowly. “I should’ve told you what I was doing,” he finally said. I nodded. “Yeah, you should have.” His eyes met mine. “But you shouldn’t have followed me, Lila.” I crossed my arms. “What was I supposed to do? Sit at home while you put yourself in danger?” Lucien sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “This isn’t just about me.” “I know,” I said. “That’s why we need to work together.” He hesitated. “I don’t know how to do that.” I reached for his hand. “Then let’s figure it out.” For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he nodded. **It wasn’t a promise. But it was a step forward.** ---Insid
Chapter 67: The Pushing away Lucien didn't let go. Even as the city pulsed beyond the glass windows of his office, he held me tightly, as if afraid I'd vanish. His body was tense, his grip firm—but beneath it, I felt something deeper. **Fear. Guilt. Uncertainty.** “I can’t lose you, Lila,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. I pulled back slightly, enough to look into his eyes. “Then stop pushing me away.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I don’t want you caught in my darkness.” I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing against the stubble on his cheeks. “Lucien, I don’t care about the darkness. I care about you.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.” “Then let me help you,” I whispered. For a moment, he just stared at me, like he was searching for something—some proof that I wasn’t making empty promises. Then, finally, he nodded. “Okay.” It wasn’t much. But it was **a start.** ---That night, Lucien didn’t go b
Chapter 67: The Cost of VictoryLucien didn’t speak as we walked out of the warehouse. His steps were heavy, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching. Caleb stayed close, his eyes scanning our surroundings as if expecting another attack. Police officers moved around us, securing the area, but none of it made me feel safe. **Not yet.** Luca stood by one of the police vehicles, his arms crossed. When he saw me, his expression softened, but only slightly. “You okay?” I nodded. “Thanks to you guys.” His gaze shifted to Lucien. “You look like hell.” what, what do you mean?, I asked myself, I didn't want to show off any form of anger, so I had take slow and calm, me don't want anything or form, that anything is escalating so let's keep on a lowLucien barely reacted. His knuckles were still raw, blood drying on his skin. His face was bruised, but that wasn’t what worried me. **It was the emptiness in his eyes.** Luca sighed, shaking his head. “Wallace is