CHAPTER 34:Damian’s PerspectiveThe roar of the engine faded into the night, taking Elara with it.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Then, rage ignited inside me like an inferno.I turned back to Gregor’s lifeless body, my hands trembling with fury. He had known. This had been their plan all along.A trap.For her.For Elara.Niko and Lena burst into the alley, panting.“Where is she?” Niko demanded.“Taken.” My voice was low, deadly.Lena cursed, running a hand through her hair. “We have to move. Now.”I pulled out my phone, dialing a secured line. Alexei, my tech specialist.“Track her,” I ordered the second he answered. “Now.”He didn’t hesitate. “Give me something to work with.”I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to think. The SUV.“Black, no plates,” I growled. “They took her less than a minute ago from The Black Lotus. Use the traffic cams.”“I’m on it.”I turned to Niko. “Mobilize everyone.”He nodded. “We’ll find her.”Lena’s jaw tightened. “And when we do?”I met her gaze, my
CHAPTER 35:Damian’s PerspectiveThe image of Elara, on her knees with a gun pressed to her head, burned into my mind like a brand.My grip on the steering wheel was so tight that my knuckles turned white. Ravik wanted me to come alone.That wasn’t happening.Niko’s voice crackled over the radio. “We need a plan, Damian.”“She’s at the docks,” Lena added. “That’s Ravik’s territory. If you walk in there alone, you’re dead.”“She doesn’t have time for a plan.” My voice was ice.I knew how Ravik operated. He wouldn’t kill her immediately.But he’d make her suffer first.I exhaled sharply. “Alexei, can you jam their signal?”Alexei’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “I can disrupt the stream, but not for long. You’ll need to move fast.”“Do it.”Niko cursed. “We need to hit them hard and fast—”“I will be going in alone,” I interrupted. “But not unarmed.”Silence.Lena’s voice was sharp. “Damian, if you get yourself killed, Ravik wins. He doesn’t just want to take you down. He wants to bre
CHAPTER 36:Elara’s PerspectiveThe cold edge of Ravik’s blade bit into my ribs as he dragged me through the darkened warehouse, gunfire still exploding behind us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to panic. Panic wouldn’t save me.Think, Elara. Think.I forced myself to go limp, making my body heavier, harder to drag. Ravik cursed under his breath and yanked me up with more force, but the second his grip loosened—I struck.I twisted, slamming my elbow into his ribs. He grunted, stumbling slightly, but his grip remained vice-like. Before I could break free, he slammed me against the metal door of an emergency exit.“Nice try,” he growled, pressing the knife harder. “But not good enough.”I glared at him, chest heaving. “You’re making a mistake.”His lips curled into a smirk. “No, darling. The mistake was Volkov thinking he could outplay me.”He shoved open the door, pulling me into the alley behind the warehouse. The moment we stepped outside, two black SUVs screeched to a h
CHAPTER 37:Elara’s PerspectiveThe car smelled of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burned from the tight zip ties, my pulse drumming in my ears as Ravik’s men drove me deeper into the unknown. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, each passing second pulling me farther from safety—farther from Damian.I needed to get out. Now.Ravik sat across from me, legs spread in a display of dominance, his cold eyes drinking in my every move. The bastard was enjoying this.I met his gaze with defiance. I wouldn’t cower. I wouldn’t break.“Where are you taking me?” My voice was steady, but inside, I was already mapping out ways to kill him.His lips curled into a smirk. “Somewhere Volkov won’t find you.”I leaned back, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. “You think you’ve won?”Ravik chuckled, slow and deliberate. “Not yet. But I will.” He reached into his coat, pulling out a sleek black phone. “And Volkov is going to watch as I destroy everything he loves—starting with you.”The car hit a r
CHAPTER 38:Elara’s PerspectiveThe fire crackled in the dimly lit room, but no warmth touched my skin. I stood by the window, pressing my forehead against the cold glass, watching. Waiting.The compound was a fortress, lined with armed men and cameras at every corner. Ravik had planned this well. He knew Damian would come, and he was ready.I exhaled slowly, my mind racing.I needed to warn him.The thought of Damian walking into this death trap made my stomach twist. I had to find a way to signal him, to tell him it wasn’t safe—Before it was too late.The door creaked open behind me, and I tensed.Ravik strode in, his presence filling the space with arrogance. “Enjoying the view?”I turned slowly, masking my fury with indifference. “Just admiring your paranoia.”He chuckled. “I prefer to call it preparation.” He took a step closer, his eyes scanning me. “You’re thinking of him, aren’t you? Wondering when Volkov will come for you?”I said nothing.He smirked. “He’ll be here soon.”M
CHAPTER 39:Elara’s PerspectivePain burned like wildfire through my shoulder, but it was the look in Damian’s eyes that cut deeper.His hands were stained red as he pressed them against the wound, his voice barely restrained beneath his panic. “Stay with me, Elara. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”The edges of my vision were rimmed with black, but I fought to stay conscious. For him.“I’m fine,” I choked out, even though we both knew it was a lie.He growled something under his breath—Russian, angry and raw—as he lifted me into his arms, cradling me like something fragile. “You are not allowed to die on me.”The compound was in chaos. Ravik’s men had either been killed or surrendered. The air was thick with smoke, the metallic stench of blood coating every breath.Niko met us at the threshold of the destroyed hallway, eyes widening as he saw me. “We’ve got the med van ready. Five minutes out.”“She’s hit,” Damian snapped. “Call ahead. Prep everything.”As we rushed outside, I tried t
CHAPTER 40:Elara’s PerspectiveThe moment they pulled the black hood off my head, I blinked against the harsh light. My arms were bound behind the back of a steel chair, the cold bite of zip ties cutting into my skin. Blood trickled from a cut on my cheek. My head throbbed.But I wasn’t afraid.Not this time.Because fear meant they had power—and I wasn’t giving them that.The room was concrete and steel. Underground. A warehouse maybe, or a bunker. No windows, only the sound of humming generators and boots echoing in the distance.And then I saw him.Alexei Vasiliev.His hair was slicked back, his tailored suit spotless despite the carnage he’d unleashed. He stood in front of me like a man who believed he owned the world.“Elara,” he said smoothly, like greeting a favored niece. “It’s good to finally have a proper conversation without your... distraction present.”“You’re delusional,” I snapped. “If you think I’ll listen to anything you have to say, you’re worse than I thought.”He
CHAPTER 41:Damian’s PerspectiveThe room was silent—save for the heavy breath in my lungs and the thunderous echo of Niko’s final words: "Check the file."He died protecting us. Shielding secrets I hadn’t even begun to uncover.Lena stood in the corner, her face unreadable. Elara knelt beside me, her hand resting on Niko’s chest, tears sliding silently down her cheeks. She didn’t cry often. She didn’t allow herself to. But Niko had been family. Not by blood—but by bond. And we had just lost him.I swallowed hard and rose to my feet.“We need to leave,” I said hoarsely. “Now.”Lena nodded, wiping her face, her expression hardening again. “We’ll cover the exit.”But my mind wasn’t on the escape—it was on the file. The one Niko had slipped into my encrypted drive two nights ago. I hadn’t opened it yet. He said it was a backup. I hadn’t questioned it.Until now.We moved through the crumbling warehouse, navigating past the smoldering wreckage of Alexei’s failed coup. His guards were eith
CHAPTER 55:Elara’s PerspectiveThe wind howled through the skeletal remains of the Vasiliev estate, rattling loose beams and cracked tiles like bones clinking in an unmarked grave. The scout’s words still echoed in my mind, louder than the gunfire dying off in the distance."She said: Tell Elara I raised her once in silence... now I’ve returned for what was promised."My mother.Dead for over a decade.Buried in a sealed tomb I had wept beside, clutched Katya’s trembling hand at, cursed the gods over.And now she was standing at the edge of the woods?Luka and Damian flanked me, but I walked ahead, past the scorched gardens and ash-filled courtyards, toward the tree line.The air shifted.And then I saw her.Clad in midnight black, a long cloak dragging through the dirt, hair pinned high in a crown of braids. Her face was older—sharper—but I’d know that gaze anywhere.Those eyes had once read me stories.Had watched over me from across crowded rooms, whispered instructions in languag
CHAPTER 54:Elara’s PerspectiveThe garden fell into silence, but my mind roared louder than the fires that had reduced our home to smoldering rubble.The key.That’s what Damian had called me.Not just a Vasiliev... but the key.My gaze flicked between the two men standing before me—Luka, bloodstained and shaking, and Damian, calm as ever, but his eyes were storm-dark. For a split second, neither of them seemed real. Everything I thought I knew had just been shattered in the space of one sentence.“What the hell does that mean?” I whispered.Damian stepped forward, holding the phone tighter, like it was the last thread holding everything together. “The recording… it’s from fifteen years ago. Buried in a vault Viktor had under lock and kill order.”“Kill order?”He nodded. “Anyone who accessed it... died. But I didn’t go in blind.”“And you waited until now to tell me?” I hissed, rage beginning to claw its way up my throat.“I needed proof,” he said. “And time. Neither came easily.”L
CHAPTER 53:Elara’s PerspectiveThe air was thick with gunpowder and smoke, screams ricocheting off the marble walls like echoes from a nightmare. Damian pulled me down just as bullets shattered a chandelier above us. Shards of crystal rained down, catching the flicker of fire in the distance as the east wing of the estate began to burn.I couldn’t breathe.Not from the smoke—but from the weight of what I’d just learned.Luka. Alive. Fighting. Betrayed. And now... he had returned with vengeance in his eyes and war in his blood.Damian’s arm wrapped protectively around me, dragging me into the hallway. The alarms kept screaming, but louder than that was the chaos unraveling around us. I could hear Viktor barking orders in Russian, trying to rally what was left of his men.“He planned this for months,” Damian growled, kicking open a hidden panel in the wall that revealed a steel door. “That wasn’t just revenge. That was strategy.”“And you knew,” I said, breathless. “You knew he was ali
CHAPTER 52:Elara’s PerspectiveThe man in the mask stepped into the room, and instantly, the air shifted. Thick. Heavy. Charged.Even Damian tensed—a rare crack in his perfect composure. Viktor straightened slowly, like a man who’d seen a ghost. Whatever—or whoever—this was, they hadn’t expected him. And that unsettled me more than anything.“You’re too late,” the masked man repeated, voice low, smooth, but laced with something deadly.“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, swallowing the chaos swirling in my chest.He turned to me.And then I saw them—his eyes.Familiar.No, impossibly familiar.Silver-gray, like storms caught between twilight and fury.I staggered back, my pulse racing.No.It couldn’t be.Damian spoke first, but his voice was quieter than usual, as if even he was calculating how far this stranger could push him. “You shouldn’t be here.”The man’s gaze shifted to him, and there was nothing friendly in it. “You should’ve burned the evidence, Volkov. But you never were
CHAPTER 51:Elara’s PerspectiveMy heart pounded in my chest, my body frozen in place as I tried to process the sight before me.Viktor—alive—stood beside Damian, his face as cold and impassive as ever. But there was something different about him. Something off. He had always been a man of power, a master of the shadows, but now, his presence seemed... hollow.I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry, my mind reeling with a thousand conflicting thoughts. This couldn’t be real. There was no way my father, the man who had been buried in the ashes of his empire, could still be alive. No way he could have survived everything we had gone through.But there he was, standing before me like a ghost, his dark eyes locking with mine, filled with an unreadable emotion.“I see you’ve figured it out, Elara,” Viktor said, his voice low and steady, like nothing had ever changed.I shook my head, the weight of the revelation pressing down on me like a suffocating force. “How? How are you alive? I—I saw you
CHAPTER 50:Elara’s PerspectiveThe darkness felt heavier now, as though the walls themselves were closing in on me. My breath came in shallow, erratic bursts, and my hands trembled as I pressed them against the cold stone of the wall, trying to steady myself. My mind raced with a thousand questions, each one more confusing than the last.What had the figure meant? No true allies?And what was all of this about Viktor being a pawn? Was there someone pulling strings behind the scenes, orchestrating everything? My father had always been the most powerful man in the room, the one who made the decisions, who controlled everything. How could he have been a pawn in some larger game?I swallowed hard, my throat dry as the weight of the realization pressed down on me.I was utterly alone.The sudden thought struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending a tremor through my body. This entire time, I’d thought Damian was my ally, that our shared struggles and our growing bond were enough to secure
CHAPTER 49: Elara’s Perspective I woke to the sound of my own heart pounding in my chest, a dull ache that reverberated through my entire body. The world around me was pitch-black, thick with an oppressive silence that seemed to swallow every sound. For a few seconds, I wondered if I had died. If the bullet I had prepared to fire had finally been the one that ended everything. But then the familiar scent of blood and smoke filled my nostrils, and the sharp metallic taste on my tongue grounded me in reality. I opened my eyes—only to be met with more darkness. My head throbbed with pain, a deep, pulsing ache that clouded my thoughts. Where am I? I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, restrained. Panic surged through me as I realized I was no longer in the grand hall, facing Viktor. No longer in control of the moment. The last thing I remembered was raising my gun, ready to pull the trigger, then— Nothing. “Damian?” I whispered, my voice weak and hoarse. There was no a
CHAPTER 48:Elara’s PerspectiveThe gun in my hand felt heavier than it ever had before, its cold metal surface a stark reminder of what I was about to do. My heart was pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins. I had crossed a line—a point of no return—and there was no going back now.I could feel Damian's presence beside me, his hand steady on my arm, his breath quick and shallow. But I didn't turn to him. Not now. Not when my eyes were locked on Viktor, the man who had manipulated me for years, the man who had built me into something I despised."Do you really think you can kill your own father, Elara?" Viktor's voice was low, taunting, as if he found my defiance amusing.I clenched my jaw, my finger hovering over the trigger. “I don’t think I have a choice anymore.”The room seemed to hold its breath. The world outside the chamber no longer existed. It was just me and Viktor, and the crushing weight of the choices I had made. Every step I had taken had led me to this moment, a
CHAPTER 47:Elara’s PerspectiveThe air inside the chamber grew heavier the moment the stasis chamber cracked open. Every part of me screamed to run, to leave the monster who had been hiding in the shadows for so long—but my feet were frozen in place, my body refusing to move. I was seeing him again. The man who had been the center of my universe for as long as I could remember.Viktor Vasiliev.He blinked slowly, his gaze fixing on me with a chilling precision. The weight of his stare felt like an iron grip on my chest.“Elara,” he said, his voice smooth and familiar, but colder than I ever remembered. “I knew you’d find me eventually. I always knew.”“You—” My voice broke, the words sticking in my throat. “You’ve been alive this whole time?”He smiled, a faint, cruel twist of his lips. “Alive, yes. But more importantly, I’ve been waiting. For you.”Damian stepped forward, his stance protective, eyes hard. “This is where it all started, wasn’t it? The manipulation, the game. You made