SophiaThe boardroom is cold today. Not in terms of temperature, but atmosphere. The tension chokes thick, weighing on the walls like an invisible force, suffocating anyone who isn't prepared for the battlefield laid out before them.Nathan lounges at the head of the table, calm, his mask securely in place. But I see the hint of jerked jaw, tapping fingers, an unsaid tell he's barely in control of. He thought that he could today, that he could win using his vote of no confidence, break me. He wasn't.I rest back in my chair, my fingers tracing the smooth wood of the table. Board members seated around me shift uncomfortably in their chairs, looking at each other. Some are loyal to Nathan, others wary of his growing stranglehold on a crumbling empire. But the most lethal ones? The undecided ones. The ones whose voice would tip the balance either way."Before we proceed," I say, my voice smooth and unyielding, "I believe we need to discuss the elephant in the room."Nathan's mouth twist
Chapter Forty-ThreeSophiaThe world is watching.News of the whistleblower's testimony is going viral. All the major financial publications are dissecting the fraud allegations against Carter Industries. Headlines blare with words like "criminal investigation" and "corporate corruption." The stock is plummeting, investors are bailing, and Nathan?Nathan is losing control.I'm sitting at my desk, scrolling through the multitude of articles flooding my phone screen. My nails click-click on the desk in the otherwise silent room, the staccato sound the only noise.Alex is leaning against the window, hands in his pockets, watching me with a smile. "You look like a woman basking in the demise of her arch-nemesis."I smile. "Maybe I am."He pushes off the window, walking toward me. “Don’t celebrate too soon. Nathan isn’t the type to go down quietly.”I know that.Nathan thrives in chaos. If he senses his empire crumbling, he won’t retreat. He’ll burn everything down with him.And I’m not ab
SophiaNathan’s voice lingers in my mind long after the call ends."No, sweetheart. I’m just getting started."A chill creeps up my spine, but I refuse to let fear take root. Nathan thrives on fear. It’s his weapon, his way of controlling people. I won’t give him that satisfaction.I set my phone down, my hands steady despite the storm brewing inside me.Alex watches me from across the room, his expression unreadable. But I know him. I know that sharp glint in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens. He doesn’t like uncertainty. And right now, Nathan has just introduced the most unpredictable variable yet.“He’s planning something,” Alex finally says, breaking the heavy silence.I nod. “Something big.”Alex crosses the room in slow, measured steps. “We need to assume the worst. Whatever Nathan is doing, it’s not just about business anymore.”He’s right. This isn’t just about Carter Industries. Not anymore. Nathan has been cornered, and men like him don’t accept defeat—they lash out.I exha
SophiaI’ve made my choice.The knock at the door rattles my nerves, but I force my shoulders back, lifting my chin. I won’t let them see hesitation. Not the agents waiting outside, not Alex, and certainly not Nathan—wherever he is, watching.The weight of Alex’s gaze burns into me. He’s waiting for me to speak, to decide the next move. The lines of his face are taut, his jaw locked in silent frustration. He doesn’t like being caught off guard, but neither do I.Running isn’t an option.I straighten my blouse, smooth down invisible wrinkles. “I’ll go.”Alex exhales sharply, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Sophia—”“I said I’ll go.” My voice is firm. “If I run, I’m guilty. That’s exactly what Nathan wants.”His eyes darken. “And if you go, you’re at his mercy. Do you trust the justice system to play fair when the man pulling the strings owns half of it?”The air between us turns heavy. The truth in his words coils around me, suffocating.No, I don’t trust the system. Not when men like
SophiaNathan thinks he’s won.He thinks that because he’s pulled every string, every dirty trick, every deception, that I’m going to crumble. That I’ll break under the weight of his manufactured evidence.He doesn’t realize I don’t break.I burn.And right now, I’m about to set his entire world on fire.Alex leans against the interrogation room wall, his face sharp with thought. “Bellion is already working on tracing the forgeries. He says the signatures look authentic, but they were likely created using AI-generated overlays. Whoever did this is good. Very good.”I exhale, pressing my fingertips into my temples. “Nathan wouldn’t have left room for mistakes unless he thought he was untouchable. There’s a flaw in his plan. We just need to find it.”Alex smirks, dark and dangerous. “I already did.”My head snaps up. “What?”He pushes off the wall, tossing a folder onto the metal table. “Nathan was meticulous. But he’s arrogant. He assumed we wouldn’t have access to certain databases. B
SophiaPower is a delicate thing.Nathan thought he had it. Thought he could twist the world, bend it to his will. He built his empire on deception, control, and fear.But fear only works if your enemy doesn’t fight back.And right now, I’m not just fighting back. I’m taking everything.I sit in Alex’s penthouse, watching the news coverage. The fallout is worse than even I predicted. Nathan is drowning. His offshore accounts, the shell corporations, the bribes—all of it is unraveling under the scrutiny of the federal investigation I helped set in motion.He wanted to ruin me. Instead, he’s watching his empire burn.Alex enters the room, phone in hand. His expression is unreadable, but there’s an edge to his stance. A readiness for war.“He’s panicking,” Alex says. “Bellion confirmed it. Nathan called an emergency meeting with his legal team an hour ago. He’s scrambling for options.”I smirk. “Let him scramble.”Alex’s eyes darken with something sharp, something dangerous. He steps clo
SophiaThe Hamptons estate looms before us, dark and silent, like the eye of a storm.Nathan is inside. Waiting.I feel it in the stillness, in the heavy weight of the night air pressing down on us. There’s no movement from the windows, no sign of guards. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.Alex steps closer, his voice low. “Last chance to change your mind.”I smirk, adjusting the cuff of my coat. “You know me better than that.”His lips twitch, but there’s no humor in his expression. Just sharp focus, a readiness for whatever waits beyond that door.We move.The driveway is lined with sleek black cars, engines off, their occupants nowhere in sight. Nathan’s remaining allies. He’s gathering what’s left of his empire, trying to salvage what he can before it all collapses.Good.Let them all be here to witness the moment their king falls.Alex and I reach the entrance. The doors are unlocked.Of course they are.Nathan isn’t hiding.He wants us inside.I push the doors open, steppi
SophiaThe fire blazes behind us, consuming Nathan’s estate in roaring waves of destruction. The night sky is painted in hues of orange and black, and the air is thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and gasoline.Nathan is gone.Again.I brace my hands against the hood of Alex’s car, my pulse a relentless drumbeat in my ears. Every part of me is taut, my skin prickling with the aftershock of the explosion.Bellion is on the phone, his voice clipped and urgent. “I need an immediate sweep of the surrounding roads. Carter’s running. I want every airport, every private airstrip on lockdown—”I tune him out.Alex steps closer, his eyes scanning me. “You’re shaking.”I let out a slow breath, willing the adrenaline coursing through my veins to settle. “I’m fine.”It’s a lie.Because this was supposed to be the final move.Nathan wasn’t meant to walk away from this.Alex watches me for a beat before nodding toward the wreckage. “He planned the explosion. That means he had an exit strate
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