Everyone thinks Lilian Kane has the perfect life. She’s a renowned doctor, celebrated for her unmatched healing abilities. Married to Alexander Kane—better known as Hyperion, the leader of the Prime Order, Earth’s greatest protectors—Lilian’s life, from the outside, looks like a dream. The envy of millions. But being married to a hero isn’t as perfect as it seems. Especially when that hero may not be the man everyone believes him to be. One beautiful night. One romantic evening. That was all Lilian Kane wanted. but fate had other plans. Because what began as a perfect night quickly became a nightmare Captured by her husband’s greatest enemy, who claims to love her, Lilian is forced to confront the impossible. The villain insists that everything she thought she knew about Hyperion—her hero, her husband—is a lie. Now, Lilian Kane faces an impossible choice: to continue living the illusion she’s known for years or to team up with a villian she should despise and fight for the truth. In the end, doing the right thing may not be as simple as she once believed.
View MoreLila's pov “Yeah, I can see that,” I said, glancing out the window at the rain-soaked street. “You’ve chosen a different path, one that leads to destruction and chaos.” “Destruction and chaos can be… liberating,” he replied, leaning forward, his dark eyes search. “You’re not happy, Lila. I can see it in your eyes.” I wanted to tell him that I didn’t need his pity, that I had enough of my own problems to deal with without his interference. But there was something in his tone that made me hesitate. “What do you want, Damon?” His smirk faded, replaced by a more sincere expression. “I want to help you.” “Help me? You’ve got to be kidding. You’re Blackthorn—how could you possibly help me?” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You think I enjoy this life? You think I chose to become the monster they all see me as?” I clenched my fists, the memory of our shared past flooding back. “You made your choices, Damon. You could’ve turned back at any point, but you didn’t
Lila's pov I sat in the same café, staring out of the window, watching the rain trickle down the glass. It had been a week since that day, a week since Alex had walked out of the house and never came back. Not a single call. Not a single text. The only way I knew anything about him was from the news—images of him tearing through supervillains with brutal force. It was clear he was taking out the anger from our fight on them. What a monster he was. I should’ve seen it earlier. I should’ve known. But sometimes, love makes you blind. Or maybe it wasn’t love—at least, not for him. I gripped the warm cup of coffee between my hands, The truth had been slowly sinking in over the past seven days. At first, I didn’t want to believe it. I told myself there had to be an explanation. That maybe Blackthorn manipulated the videos in someway. But deep down, I knew better because Alex had just stood there while my memories were wiped. Alex didn’t love me. I was nothing more than a p
Alex’s POVAnger and rage are all I can feel at this point.Anger at Lila for not understanding that only I know what's best for her. Only I deserve to love her. She can only be mine. I haven't been home in two weeks, but what does that matter? Wiping her memories had to be done. I thought it would make her more docile, more obedient, easier to control. I gave her the life she needed—security, protection from all the threats outside our home—and yet, she resists me. She never understood that her choices put her in danger. But I know what's best. I always have.And then there’s Blackthorn, that villain, that pathetic excuse of a man. So what if I killed the inmates and the guards during my mission? They were just casualties—nothing but pawns in a much bigger game. I did what was necessary. All I did was complete the mission I was assigned. But now I have to sit here and listen to these G.H.C. officials drone on about damage control, while Blackthorn is still out there, breathing.This
Damon's povThe ground cracked beneath us as I unleashed a barrage of shadow tendrils at Hyperion, each strike hammering him, but the bastard refused to go down. He fired back with blasts of solar energy, each beam tearing through my shadows. I dodged one, barely, but the heat scorched my side. I winced, but there was no time to feel the pain. He was already coming at me again.I pushed forward, focusing everything into a single massive strike. Shadows pooled around my fists as I swung at him, the force of the blow enough to shake the air. Hyperion blocked it with his arm, but I saw the strain in his eyes. He was slowing down, he was obviously getting tired.“Still think you can win?” I sneered, stepping back and gathering more shadows around me. “You’re running out of energy, Hyperion.”He didn’t answer. Instead, he rushed at me, fists blazing with golden light. I threw up a shadow barrier, but his fists shattered through it, slamming into my chest and knocking the breath from me. I
The moment Hyperion landed, the ground trembled beneath him. His glowing figure stood in stark contrast to the darkness that swirled around me. I didn't wait for him to speak. The anger inside me boiled over, and I lashed out. My shadows surged forward, turning into thick tendrils that shot straight for him. They wrapped around his legs, tightening like iron chains, but Hyperion didn’t flinch. With a single flex of his muscles, he broke free, sending shards of dark energy flying in every direction. He moved toward me in a blur, faster than I could react. I barely managed to throw up a shadow barrier in time as his fist came crashing down. The impact shook the ground and cracked the barrier, but it held. For now. "You need to stop this!” Hyperion’s voice was commanding, almost like he believed he could convince me to back down. As if he hadn't just destroyed everything. “Stop? After what you’ve done?” I growled, letting the shadows weave tighter around me. “You’re the one who needs
Damon's pov I stood, the shadows swirling around me like a storm. "You’re going to pay for this," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, I’ll make you pay." I pulled off the necklace I had always worn, the one that had belonged to my brother. I pressed it into Tommy’s hand. “Take this. It’s from my brother. It’s yours now. But you need to get out of here, Tommy. You need to take care of yourself.” He looked at the necklace, his lip trembling. “Your brother?” I nodded, my throat tightening. “He was a good kid Just like you. He gave me this necklace before he… before he was killed.” Tommy hugged me tightly, and Ellie joined him, wrapping her arms around us both. For a moment, I let myself feel. But I couldn’t let them stay. Not here. Not now. “Go,” I whispered. “It’s for your own good.” Ellie gently pulled Tommy away, her face set with determination. She understood. She knew what had to be done, even if it broke her heart. Tommy cried as she dragged him toward
Damon povThat night, after we were escorted back to our cells, the plan started. I’d been waiting for this moment, planning it for months. M The guards were overconfident, and that was their biggest weakness. "Ellie, Tommy, stay close to me," I whispered as I slipped out of the cell, using my shadows to silently unlock the doors. Ellie’s eyes were wide, but she stayed calm, holding Tommy’s hand tightly. We moved quickly through the dark hallways, the cold air biting at our skin. The prison was massive, a labyrinth of cells and corridors, but I knew the way. I had memorized every corner, every guard shift, and tonight was the night everything changed. As we approached the control room, we ran into a group of guards. They never even saw it coming. My shadows lashed out, solidifying into sharp tendrils that pierced through their bodies before they could react. Blood splattered the walls as I killed them without mercy, remembering all the horrible things they’d done to the inmates,
Damon's POVThe cafeteria was loud, filled with the chatter of inmates, the clatter of trays, and the occasional shout from the guards trying to keep things under control.I sat at the far end of the cafeteria, observing everything. After a few days of being here,one thing I noticed was that the prison was always chaos, no matter how much the guards tried to maintain control. You’d think with so many inmates being protesters, people who were unlawfully imprisoned. things would be calmer. And they would be planning their escape gently, But in reality,there was the opposite.Ellie and Tommy sat next to me, their faces filled with a mix of fear and curiosity. The kids didn’t belong here, that much was obvious.They couldn't handle the lousy way way the inmates laughed, shouted, and some were already in fighting while the guards patrolled like arrogant peacocks."Why are they so loud?" Tommy asked, his voice trembling a little. He was just a child after all. I couldn't blame him for bein
Damon's pov The G.H.C. The so-called heroes.How many other kids are out here because of what the G.H.C has done? How many more families have been torn apart?“And who’s taking care of you now?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.The girl straightens her shoulders, defiance flashing in her eyes. “We take care of ourselves. We don’t need anyone else.”I study her for a moment. They shouldn’t have to do this—shouldn’t have to fend for themselves in a world that’s been so cruel to them. But the sad truth is, they’re not alone. There are so many others like them, kids who’ve been left behind by a system that doesn’t care.The boy, Tommy, tugs on my sleeve again, looking up at me with wide eyes. “You’re not like the heroes, right?” he asks quietly. “You’re not one of them?”I shake my head, crouching down to his level once more. “No, Tommy. I’m not like them.”He seems to think about that for a moment, then smiles, satisfied with my answer. “Good. I don’t like heroes. They always make
Lila's pov I leaned back in my chair, scanning the surroundings. A few years ago, I never would have imagined my life like this. But here we are: the bright lights, eager cameras, and faint sounds of fans cheering outside.Let’s take a quick report into history. It all began two decades ago with the Catalyst Event—a cosmic anomaly that caused genetic mutations in the people. Suddenly, your next-door neighbor could fly, or your Son could shoot fire. Talk about a glow-up!The Global Hero Coalition (GHC) was formed by the government to combat the rising crime rates and chaos that followed. Fast forward to today, and we have a bunch of superhumans running around. Some folks love them, some hate them—especially when you’re stuck in traffic because the “Golden Hero” is busy saving the day while the rest of us are just trying to get to work.Enter The Prime Order: the first group of heroes formed by the GHC tasked with tackling the chaos. With great power comes great responsibility—or so th...
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