SophiaNathan stands at my door, his expression carved from stone.The folder in his grip is thick, the kind of weight that speaks of buried secrets—my buried secrets. The sight of it coils something tight inside me, but I don’t let it show.Instead, I lean against the doorframe, tilting my head. “You’re out late, Nathan. Should I be flattered?”His jaw tightens. “Let me in.”I raise a brow, feigning amusement. “And why would I do that?”Nathan exhales sharply, as if restraining himself. “You should see what’s inside this folder before you get too comfortable with your little power play.”A bluff? Maybe. But I know Nathan. He wouldn’t show up like this unless he had something he thought could rattle me.I cross my arms. “Then say what you came to say, Nathan.”His grip tightens around the folder. “You think you’re smart, don’t you? Buying up shares, creeping onto my board like some parasite...”I smile. “I wouldn’t call myself a parasite. More like an equal shareholder.”His nostrils
AlexThe first rule of war: control the battlefield before your enemy even knows they’re in a fight.Nathan still thinks he’s playing offense. He doesn’t realize I’ve already moved my pieces into position. That every decision he makes is being funneled straight back to me.He’s too arrogant to see it.And arrogance? It’s the easiest weakness to exploit.I move out onto the penthouse balcony, the night breeze cooling my skin. The city lies spread out beneath me, a maze of lights and glass, but I'm not looking at the view. I'm looking at the phone pressed to my ear."Is it done?" I ask, my voice low.On the other hand, Bellion's voice is as suave as ever. "Yes, sir. The other shares were bought via our secondary channels. As of this morning, Sophia owns forty-one percent of Carter Industries legally."A slow smile creeps over my lips."And Nathan?""He doesn't know… yet. But I think that won't be so for long."Good. Let him sit in his glass spire, thinking he's above it all. Let him bel
SophiaNathan doesn't bluff.That's what goes through my mind as I stand on Alex's balcony, my fingers wrapped tightly around the phone. The call just ended a few minutes ago, but his last words hang in the air like smoke."Watch your back."A warning. A threat.I know Nathan well enough to know what that means. He's already making his moves. He's already planned how he's going to strike back.The question is—what's his next step?I glance at Alex, attempting to decipher his face for any inkling of concern. He stands with his arms crossed against the balcony railing, casually twirling the whiskey in his glass, but I can see the difference in his demeanor. The fast calculation in his eyes.He's thinking along the same lines as me."We need to prepare," I tell him.He takes his drink slowly before responding. "We already are."I blow air, messing up my hair with my hand. The weight of it all presses down on me, but I'm not going to let it get to me.Nathan's not trying to scare me. He's
Chapter Thirty-SixAlexThe gauntlet has been thrown.Nathan's warning was nothing more than a desperate attempt to regain control of the wheel, but I've known him long enough to not consider him a man who could be beaten. He's not that kind of guy. He doesn't fall. He retaliates.And the silence that follows? That's when the threat is real.Sophia is still in my penthouse, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms crossed. She hasn't spoken much since our conversation last night. But I see it—the fierce focus in her eyes, the wheels turning in her head, strategizing her next move."He's planning something," she says finally, her voice level but with a thread of tension underneath.I nod. "Of course, he is."She exhales, fists grasping the fabric of her blouse. "Then why do I feel like we're still one step behind?"I'm studying her closely. For all that she wears strength like armor, I can see where the cracks are underneath. Nathan's visit, his folder of painstakingly chosen threats—they
Chapter Thirty-SevenSophiaVictory is a stealthy, drunken monster.I sense it crawling up on me, slinging over my shoulders, tensing my muscles as I move down the corridors of Carter Industries. The fight at the boardroom may have ended in a tie, but I am wiser than that.Nathan is breaking.He wanted to embarrass me, to depict me as just a foolish woman playing a game that was beyond my capabilities. But he did not anticipate me to be ready.And now?Now, he is on the back foot.The knowledge lies soft on my lips as I step into my office. Weeks have gone by since I last passed through these doors, and yet nothing has changed. The same antiseptic perfection, the same pungent scent of freshly trimmed flowers, the same lingering aura of Nathan's presence.But this office is not his.It's mine.I toss my bag over the desk and turn to the magnificent windows that open out over the city. Rain is threatening again, dark gray clouds rolling in across the skyline, battering against the panes
SophiaChloe is a liar.She always has been.Even today, standing in my office, pretending to be desperate, she's acting, and calculating her words, ensuring that they make her out to be the victim.She wants me to believe it.She wants me to save her.But here's the thing, I gave up saving people the day Chloe and Nathan turned me into prey.I hesitate before speaking. I need her to feel it, the weight of not knowing, the power dynamic tipping my way."You want me to help you?" I demand finally, tipping my head back. "You, the same woman who stood at Nathan's back as he humiliated me? The same woman who smiled at me while laying a trap?" Chloe's lips clamp together. She's losing the argument, and she knows it."Sophia, I...""No." The sentence is firm but gentle. It's final. "You can't rewrite history, Chloe. You can't stand here and pretend you didn't rub my fall in my face."She flinches. Good.Standing in the corner of the room, Alex crosses his arms over his chest, a flash of am
SophiaThe walls of Carter Industries' headquarters have never felt so cold.I sit at the huge, polished boardroom table, my fingers tapping out a rhythm of anticipation on the wood. My presence has already unsettled the board. My 29% stake's influence looms over this room like a gun ready to fire at the first sign of provocation.Nathan isn't here yet, but I'm not in any doubt that he'll come. He wouldn't risk missing this meeting, not after the destruction I've unleashed.I inhale slowly, my expression unreadable, serene. Beside me, Alex lounges in his chair, casual but totally in control. The picture of easy dominance. His gaze drifts to me, dark amusement glinting in its depths."Enjoying yourself?" he murmurs.I would be if the show started already," I reply just as quietly.The doors explode open.Nathan strides in, a storm in a designer suit. His presence takes over the room immediately, his face an impassive mask. But I catch it, the underlying flash of anger beneath his featu
NathanLoss of control is not an option.I slam the door to my office closed behind me, the sound reverberating through the room. My breaths are steady, but my heart is a smoldering fire beneath my skin. Sophia played her card too well today.She embarrassed me. She turned my board against me.And worst of all? She enjoyed it.I stride to my desk, fingertips burrowing into the glossy wood as I force myself to think. I've spent decades shaping this empire to my bidding, ensuring no one, not one single person, could take it out of my hands.But in that boardroom, she stood before me like a queen already sitting upon my throne.That smug little laugh. That unshakeable confidence.She thinks she's won.A brisk knock interrupts my churning thoughts."Enter," I bark.The door opens and Chloe comes in.I exhale, irritation increasing."What do you want?"She hesitates, her hand grasping the hem of her dress. New. Chloe doesn't hesitate—she pouts, she demands, she gets entitled. But now? She
SophiaThe blades cut through the storm as if they didn't even notice the world was dead.Ember hadn't changed since we took off.She sat across from me... barefoot, still damp from the containment chamber, her hair hanging in tangled sheets down her back like wet silk. The blanket we’d wrapped around her shoulders had slipped to the floor, and she didn’t reach for it. She didn’t need warmth. She wasn’t shivering.She was watching.Me.Alex’s hand brushed mine again.Not gripping.Just reminding.I didn't glance at him. Not because I didn't. But because if I did, if I let my eyes fall into his... I'd tumble into that space we'd been keeping for weeks. The space where I was not a weapon. The space where I was simply. someone who must be held.But I couldn't indulge anymore.Because Ember hadn't blinked once since we left the facility. And I could feel her in my mind. Not like Harrow. Not gentle. Not probing.Like tension behind a wall that might shatter."She hasn't said a word since s
**Sophia**The tempest had moved on, yet the air was still heavy with its aftermath. The observatory was enveloped in a hushed stillness, interrupted only by the gentle buzz of the holo-table and the distant sound of melting snow dripping from the roof. Alex stood next to me, his unwavering presence providing stability in the wake of newfound knowledge.I turned the photograph of Ember over and over in my fingers, its edges soft from my touch. Her eyes haunted me, not for what they revealed, but for what they concealed. An emptiness. A reflection of the aspects of myself I dreaded to confront."Do you think she dreams?" I broke the stillness, my voice barely above a whisper.Alex shot me a sideways glance, his forehead creased in thought. "Dreams?""Ember. In that facility, all alone and stifled... Do you think she dreams?"He paused for a moment. "I'm not sure. But if she does, they’re probably not dreams we could comprehend."I nodded slowly, the weight of doubt pressing down on me.
**Sophia**Fear has a sound.It's not the shriek of terror, a wailing siren, or the sound of bones snapping underfoot. It’s more subtle, more intimate. Like a clock ticking quietly in the background that you only notice when it halts.That was the noise in the safehouse after Bellion slid the image across the table.Phase Zero. Ember.The girl in the picture couldn't have been older than twelve. Barefoot and in an oversized gray shift, her dark, deep-set eyes held a weight... eyes that saw through everything. Eyes that remembered everything they had been forbidden to forget.And she resembled me.No.She was a glimpse of who I might have become if no one had saved me from the flames.For what felt like an eternity, Alex remained silent. He just focused on the photo, his jaw clenched, tension building behind his eyes like a brewing storm.I slowly leaned back, my fingers gliding down my arms to steady myself, though my skin felt alien to me.“She was the first?” I inquired of Bellion
*Sophia*You don’t realize when the world comes to an end.Not all at once. Not in the dramatic ways that stories or alarms or heartfelt prayers suggest. It doesn’t erupt or wail, nor does it even ignite. It simply breathes out. Gently. Like a long-held breath that is finally released.That’s what the merge felt like.Not a blast.A capitulation.When Harrow pressed her palm against mine, I didn’t perceive her skin. I sensed her thoughts. Intruding into my own with the delicateness of a surgeon’s scalpel and the closeness of a memory belonging to someone else, a memory that nonetheless stirred sorrow within me.She wasn’t taking me. She was weaving herself into the voids Elara had left behind.And I... I welcomed her.Because deep down, even before this occurrence, I had always understood.I had never been complete.Not truly.Not since the serum redefined the essence of who I was. Not since Chloe silenced me and Nathan fed that silence with untruths.I had been shattered.Harrow wa
SophiaThe atmosphere remained unchanged.This signaled to me that something was amiss.Even after Harrow's collapse and Bellion's announcement of her being "in stasis" like a weakened deity, the tension did not dissipate. It hung in the air like pre-lightning static, dense, unseen, suffocating.Alex held me still.Not tightly.Just there.As if aware that a tighter grip might break something within me."She mentioned that I passed," I murmured.He stayed motionless. "What exactly were you being evaluated for?"I no longer needed to speculate.I knew."Humanity."Bellion paced by the monitor, manipulating switches that no longer responded. "All primary systems offline," he reported. "But the biometric imprint on this terminal… It's not just Harrow's. It's Sophia's. Intertwined. Overlapped.""What does that imply?" Alex inquired.Bellion turned to me.But his gaze...He wasn't seeing Sophia Mitchell anymore.He was observing an experiment beyond his comprehension."It means," Bellion a
SophiaIt started with the pulse.Not mine.Not even human.But something deep under the skin of the world, like a heartbeat struggling to batter its way out of extinction.We arrived in Zurich under an assumed name again. The city slept, unaware that war was seeping into its veins. I stepped off the plane into cold air that felt heavier than the altitude should have permitted. My skin crawled. My heart failed.Something had changed.No.Something had stirred.Bellion briefed us en route. The override didn’t erase the serum—it unlocked a dormant layer embedded by Elara herself. We’d barely touched the surface of what that meant. But the early fallout was already happening.Serum-enhanced operatives had gone dark in Oslo.Infected research techs in Toronto collapsed during a biometric scan.And in Cairo—a facility leveled in under four minutes. No explosives. No survivors.A few lines of blood on the security room wall:The code is breathing.I didn't know if I had written it.Or if so
SophiaIt didn't start with fire.It started with silence.A silence that didn't just ring in my ears—it sank. Deep. Into my blood, into the marrow of what I was. The command had been given. The override engaged. And for an instant of breathless stillness, the world held its breath around me.Then it began to come apart.Chloe hit the floor first. Her scream wasn't a sound—it was a rupture. A raw tear in the air. Her back was arched impossibly, her hands clawing at the floor as if she could pull herself out of what was happening to her.The serum was acting.But not as expected.Alex caught me as my knees buckled. Not from the override—I wasn't reacting. That was the first warning.I wasn't reacting at all."Sit down," he whispered."I can't," I said.Because if I sat, I wouldn't get up again.If I let go, I might come apart too.Bellion's voice came through over the comm. "Geneva line. Priority intercept."Alex didn't hesitate. He gave me the receiver.Nathan's voice hit me like cold
SophiaGrief is a luxury.I discovered that between the second bullet and the fifth betrayal. Between the coded dreams and the world Vesper hurled at me like jagged teeth. Between the still silent rot beneath my skin, where I lost grieving the woman I thought I was.Now I'm something else.We came into Switzerland on a forged identity. Bellion arranged for the papers, the bribes, the phony names. I didn't want to know how. That's the way men like Bellion operate—they make the evil look methodical. Clean.The air was burning here. Alpine. Pure. Mocking.As if this world had never been tainted by the filth of the serum.But I knew better.The old military camp excavated from the mountain—Codename: Coven—hadn't been left behind. Not precisely. Left behind meant forgotten. But this one had been entombed with precision. Kept intact. Like a grave waiting for its gods to return.Alex remained beside me on the ridge, his coat flapping behind him in the cold wind, his silence a language I coul
SophiaIt reads almost like poetry... betrayal, tastedof iron.I ought to have known. I ought to have noticed it in how Vesper's eyes never seemed to blink, in how her voice never faltered, not even when talking of Elara.... my mother, her protégé. But belief has a way of obscuring instinct. And hope? Hope is the best poison.Now it was too late.The stairwell exploded behind me in a blast of glass and power. I hit the stone hard, elbows scraping, breath ripped from my lungs. Dust choked the air. Rubble cascaded down the archway above me like a throat closing tight.And Vesper Thorn?She didn't flinch.She stood exactly where she'd been, hands clasped, the vial I hadn't noticed before glinting like a promise between her fingers. It was the color of bone marrow. Not transparent. Not blood. Something in between. Something ancient."You brought them here," I said, coughing. "You invited them."She didn't deny it."I told you," she whispered, "this was never about saving you. This was abo