Lila's povI woke up gasping. my heart pounding as if it might explode. Sweat clung to my skin, and my bed sheets were tangled around me. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My mind was still trapped in the nightmare, the images of it swirling in my head—dark, terrifying, and vague. I couldn’t even remember what it was about, but the fear it left behind was real. Tears slid down my cheeks before I even knew they were there.I sat up, wiping at my face with shaky hands, but the panic wouldn’t go away. My breath was starting to become shallow and my vision blurred. I clutched my chest, trying to calm down. I was alone. Alex wasn’t here—he was out there somewhere, saving the world like always. And here I was, falling apartI needed to breathe. Breathe, Lila. I told myself over and over, but it wasn’t helping. My hands shook as I reached for my phone. The clock read 2:15 AM.Tears kept falling, and I couldn’t stop them. I felt so small, like I was drowning in my own mind. I’d never
I hadn’t realized how much I missed this—the feeling of being held, of reuniting with someone who once meant so much to me. Damon’s hug was firm, and for a few seconds, it was as if the years between us hadn’t existed.“I can’t believe it’s really you,” I said, my voice muffled against his chest. He smelled the same, familiar in a way that made me ache.He held me tighter, his arms strong around me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax. But then that strange feeling crept back. Why did I feel like I’d seen him already? We hadn’t met since high school…had we?“It’s been a long time,” he murmured. His smile was soft, but there was something in his eyes—something I couldn’t quite place. “You’re still as beautiful as ever.”I let out a nervous laugh, stepping back slightly. “It’s been years, Damon. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”“I didn’t think I’d see you either. Not after everything that happened.” He tilted his head slightly, his eyes scanning my face like he was searching f
Damon’s eyes softened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the boy I used to love. “I know that feeling,” he said quietly. “When Isaac died and then my mom…I felt like a part of me was ripped away. That’s why I left, you know? I couldn’t stay here anymore. Everything reminded me of them.”I nodded, remembering now. Isaac, his younger brother died in a hero and villain clash and his mother had committed suicide due to the sadness. It had been too much for him to handle back then. We were just kids, but the weight of it had crushed him. That was why he had to leave. That was why we had to break up.“I remember,” I said softly. “I’m sorry, Damon. I’m so sorry.”He gave me a small, sad smile. “It’s not your fault. Life happens, you know? But seeing you now…it feels like maybe some things aren’t as gone as I thought.”I didn’t know what to say to that. The feelings of the past, of our breakup, of everything we’d been through, were all flooding back to me. But at the same time, there was t
Alex's pov I sat on the edge of my seat, the bright studio lights glaring down on me. The cameras were rolling, and the interviewer, a woman named Jessica Carrington, was chatting away, leading us through the show with her trademark smile. She’d been at this for years, a professional who knew how to get the best out of her guests, and today, she was working overtime to paint the perfect picture of our lives—Lila’s and mine. I shifted in my seat, trying not to let the irritation show. Lila sat beside me, quiet, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked beautiful, of course. She always did. If she wasn't perfect the G.H.C wouldn't have chosen her as my wife. Lila hadn’t said much since we got here. She hadn’t said much since the memory wipe, if I’m being honest. It wasnt that noticeable, but I could see the emptiness in her eyes, the way she was struggling to stay present. She kept drifting off, and every time I tried to bring her back, it was like pulling her from qui
Alex's povThe story was flawless, perfectly designed to keep the audience hooked, but the truth? That save was a joke. I hadn't’t been rushing to save anyone. The whole scene was set up—controlled from the start. The bus wasn’t in any real danger. I’d had the timing down to the second, every angle planned. The bridge wasn’t going to collapse, not with the tech I had in place to stabilize it. But the look on those kids' faces—that was real enough. Wide-eyed awe, believing I had pulled them from the brink of death. That’s the part that always gets me. They never question it. They just eat it up, hook, line, and sinker. It’s almost too easy sometimes. I kept my smile in place, pretending like the memory of that fake save meant something, but inside, I was laughing. If only they knew. But damn it, Lila wasn’t playing along. Every time Jessica directed a question toward her, she barely responded. It was like talking to a shadow of who she used to be. And I knew why. The memory
Alex's pov Victor leaned forward, his eyes cold. “She’s a threat to everything we’ve built, Hyperion. You may not see it, but the cracks are starting to show. Every time she stumbles, every time she falters, people will start to question. And when they question, they lose faith. The Prime Order cannot afford a scandal, not when so much of our power rests on public perception.” I slammed my hands on his desk. “She’s my wife, Victor. I won’t let you touch her.” “And what are you going to do about it?” Victor shot back,“You can’t protect her forever. She’s becoming a liability, and we both know it. We’ve kept this incident quiet, we’ve covered for you but if it keeps happening, we won’t be able to control the fallout.” I stood there, staring at him, my fists shaking with the effort to restrain myself. Victor was right, and that was the worst part. He always was. The GHC controlled everything—my life, my image, my career. And Lila, in their eyes, was just another part of the pack
Alex's pov The underground facility was silent as I approached, the thick concrete walls absorbing any noise. It was hidden deep in the city’s undergrounds far from prying eyes. Victor had made it clear—this mission required discretion. No public attention, no mess. Just take out the target and disappear. That’s what the GHC needed. What they always needed. I walked through the dimly lit tunnels, my steps echoing against the cold stone. The file Victor had handed me was still fresh in my mind. Dr. Alyssa Morrow, a rogue scientist with dangerous ideas. A threat to everything the GHC had built. But I wasn’t here just for her. I was here to make sure that villain - Blackthorn paid for his crimes. The name circled in my thoughts like a predator waiting to strike. He was here. He always showed up when things got messy, and lately, things had gotten very messy. I clenched my fists, feeling the warmth of the solar energy building beneath my skin. The underground setting meant I hadn
I shot forward again, my fist aimed at his chest, but Blackthorn sidestepped at the last second, vanishing into the shadows once more. The room went dark. Completely dark. I could feel his power around me, twisting reality itself. This was his domain now. “Don’t you get tired of this, Alex?” Blackthorn’s voice echoed from the shadows, his tone was almost mocking. “Fighting for a cause you barely believe in? Protecting a system that’s broken beyond repair?” I ignored him, trying to focus. My eyes darted around, searching for any sign of him, but the darkness was all-encompassing. I could feel it seeping into my mind trying to overwhelm me. Then, suddenly, I felt it—a sharp, stabbing pain in my mind. Nightmare Projection. My vision blurred, and for a split second, I wasn’t in the underground facility anymore. I was standing in the middle of a ruined city, the skyline crumbling around me, flames licking at the sky. And there, in the center of the destruction, was Lila. She w
Lila's pov Damon got off the table. “A while ago,” he said, his voice quieter now, “there was this protest. A big one. Hundreds of people gathered to speak out against the G.H.C. Kids were there, Lila. Families. People who had been hurt, who’d lost everything because of those bastards.”His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, he stopped pacing, he was staring at the floor as if reliving the memory. “The G.H.C. sent their soldiers,” he said, his voice laced was with anger. “Rounded everyone up like cattle. I went undercover, tried to get information, tried to help. But…”He turned to me then. “Hyperion used his solar blast. He burned it all down. Every last thing. The people. The evidence. He didn’t even hesitate.”I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. “And you think it’s connected to Project Erebus?”Damon’s gaze hardened. “I don’t just think. I know. Whatever Erebus is, it’s worth more to the G.H.C. than human lives. And your husband—your perfect, heroic husband—he’s neck
Lila's pov “This is Caleb A.K.A black vortex” Damon said, nodding toward the figure in the corner. “He works with me as my side kick”Immediately, I heard the name "Black Vortex," and my breath hitched.The name wasn’t just familiar; it was infamous. Black Vortex was a shadow in the underground world, a digital phantom who could infiltrate the most secure systems without leaving a trace. He also had the ability to manipulate shadows, bending them to his will, creating illusions that could disorient or terrify his enemies. This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness.To hear Damon refer to him so casually, as his sidekick, was both shocking and unnerving.I looked back at the young man in the corner. He didn’t fit the image I had in my head of a notorious hacker. Caleb—Black Vortex—seemed almost... ordinary. His messy black hair fell over his face as he worked, his fingers moving like lightning over the keyboard. “Black Vortex?” I repeate
Lila’s POV:I stood in front of the house, and my breath stopped in my chest. Damon had called this place his “little sanctuary,” but nothing about it screamed “little.” The house was massive, a mansion that looked like it belonged to someone much more powerful than I could comprehend. It looked like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. There was a circular driveway, with shiny black cars parked around the courtyard.Oh my fucking God.I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress. The kind of place you only saw in movies, the kind where people who had everything—and wanted to keep it all—lived.“You call this a little sanctuary?” I muttered, my voice was filled with disbelief.Damon glanced over at me, his smirk never fading. “It’s cozy,” he said, with a laugh that made me feel like I was missing something.He led me toward the massive oak doors, pushing them open with ease. As soon as we stepped inside, I was hit by the huge size of the place. The entryway
Lila's pov I glanced out of the window, confusion swirling in my mind. I couldn’t make sense of the streets we were passing. They looked unfamiliar, like we were heading into some part of the city I’d never been before. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but it wasn’t just the adrenaline from before anymore. There was a strange, unsettling feeling about where Damon was taking me.Speaking of Damon, I couldn’t help but notice how different he looked. He was dressed so casually, far from the superhero costume I was used to seeing him in. The hoodie and jeans he wore made him seem more approachable, almost... normal. And damn it, he looked good. Too good. Even in his relaxed attire, there was something effortlessly attractive about him.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, and it seemed like he noticed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he shot me a quick glance. "Can't take your eyes off me, huh?" he said. "I guess I look better than your husband, don't I?"I rolled my eyes, trying
Lila's pov I glanced out of the window, confusion swirling in my mind. I couldn’t make sense of the streets we were passing. They looked unfamiliar, like we were heading into some part of the city I’d never been before. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but it wasn’t just the adrenaline from before anymore. There was a strange, unsettling feeling about where Damon was taking me. Speaking of Damon, I couldn’t help but notice how different he looked. He was dressed so casually, far from the superhero costume I was used to seeing him in. The hoodie and jeans he wore made him seem more approachable, almost... normal. And damn it, he looked good. Too good. Even in his relaxed attire, there was something effortlessly attractive about him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, and it seemed like he noticed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he shot me a quick glance. "Can't take your eyes off me, huh?" he said. "I guess I look better than your husband, don't I?" I rolled my eyes, tr
Lila’s POVThe low rumble of an approaching car drew my attention back to the street. My taxi had arrived. I quickly grabbed my suitcase and made my way downstairs. I paused at the mirror in the entryway, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile onto my face.“You’ve got this,” I whispered to my reflection.I opened the door and stepped outside. My smile widened as I waved to the driver, making sure the men across the street could see. I was just a woman heading to a medical conference. Nothing unusual, nothing suspicious.The driver exited the taxi and hurried to open the trunk, taking my suitcase with a polite nod before returning to the driver’s seat. I slid into the backseat, settling myself and smoothing out the fabric of my dress.“The airport, please,” I said.The driver nodded, and the car began to move. I glanced out the rear window and, as expected, the black SUV pulled out of its spot and started following us. My jaw tightened, but I kept my expression normal . They didn’t
Lila’s POVDo you have to go?” His voice was soft, almost pleading, as his arms tightened around me. “The medical conference takes about two days, how will I cope without you”Ah, the conference. How could I forget?It was the perfect excuse, one I’d painstakingly planned. A real event, something he could easily verify if he decided to check. But I wouldn’t be attending. No, today wasn’t about medical advancements or networking with colleagues. Today was about meeting Damon and taking another step toward uncovering the truth.I turned slightly in his arms, looking up at him with fake regret. “I do,” I said. “It’s important. You know how these things are.”How funny. Alex, the same man who essentially forced me to give up my career as a doctor, now seemed perfectly fine with me attending a medical conference. Not just fine—encouraging, even. He’d offered to arrange everything, from travel to accommodations. Suspicious didn’t even begin to cover it.Was this guilt? A sudden desire to “s
Lila’s POVThe morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of our kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. It was a beautiful scene—Los Angeles waking up to another beautiful day, birds chirping in the distance, and the world seemingly at peace.I stood at the sink, my hands were in warm, soapy water as I scrubbed the last of the breakfast plates. My reflection on the windowpane stared back at me, the face that I saw was perfect and composed, as though I had everything anyone could ever want. Behind me, Alex sat at the dining table, legs crossed, reading the morning paper like the devoted husband he pretended to be. His brow shifted slightly as he looked at the headlines, his coffee cup resting beside him.At least, that's how it seemed to most people. But ever since the gala, I had started noticing the subtle shifts in his behavior—the way his eyes were on me a second too long, or how his tone held a quiet edge when he spoke.Like now. He was pretendi
He nodded, his jaw was clenched, and his fists balled at his sides. "I’m asking you to help me expose them, Lila. Help me take them down. You know what they did now. To other families. To Isaac. And to you" His eyes were full of pain, but there was also something darker there, something I didn’t fully understand. "I can’t do this alone. I need someone on the inside. Someone who knows what it’s like to be broken by them, to have everything torn apart by their lies." I shook my head, my hands trembling. "But Damon... you’re talking about revenge. About becoming what they made you." He stepped closer, his presence felt overwhelming. "And you think I haven’t thought about that?" he said, his voice rising. "Do you think I enjoy being the villain? No, Lila. But if they want me to be a monster, I’ll be the biggest one they’ve ever seen. And I’ll drag them down with me. I’m doing this for us—for everyone they’ve hurt. For the people who can’t fight back." His eyes softened, his voice be