Isabel POVThe footsteps grew louder. My pulse raced as I exchanged a glance with Miguel. Marissa raised her rifle slightly, ready but controlled.The door creaked open.Three men entered, dressed in dark suits, their expressions cold and professional. No visible weapons—but their rigid postures told me they were trained for this kind of situation.Miguel shifted, moving slightly in front of Diego. “Who the hell are you?”The tallest man, with a scar just above his eyebrow, raised his hands. “We’re here for you, Miguel. Your father sent us.”Silence fell over the room.Miguel’s expression twisted, a mix of relief and anger. “And where is he?”The scarred man kept his voice even. “Unavailable. But we’re under strict orders to secure your safety and assist with your brother’s care.”Miguel exhaled, shaking his head. “Of course, he sent his thugs instead of showing up himself.”The man didn’t react. “We’re here to help. That’s what matters.”Marissa POVMy finger hovered over the trigger
Isabel POVThe hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.“Marissa? Miguel?” My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.“I’m here,” Marissa’s voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.“I’m fine,” Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. “Isabel? Diego?”I felt Diego’s hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.“I’ve got him,” I whispered, relieved but on edge. “He’s still here.”“What the hell just happened?” Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window’s faint glow.Miguel fumbled with something, the sound of rustling fabric before a dim beam of light cut through the darkness. He’d switched on a small tactical flashlight, the narrow beam sweeping the room.The soft, shallow rise of Diego’s chest was visible again.
Isabel POVThe hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.“Marissa? Miguel?” My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.“I’m here,” Marissa’s voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.“I’m fine,” Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. “Isabel? Diego?”I felt Diego’s hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.“I’ve got him,” I whispered, relieved but on edge. “He’s still here.”“What the hell just happened?” Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window’s faint glow.Miguel fumbled with something, the sound of rustling fabric before a dim beam of light cut through the darkness. He’d switched on a small tactical flashlight, the narrow beam sweeping the room.The soft, shallow rise of Diego’s chest was visible again.
Isabel POV“Why hasn’t the power come back yet?” the doctor demanded, his voice strained as his hands pressed firmly on Diego’s chest. Sweat clung to his forehead, his arms moving in a steady rhythm.The silence was deafening, broken only by the doctor’s rhythmic counting.Miguel’s flashlight wavered as he clenched it tighter. “Why isn’t this working? Where’s the backup generator?”The scarred man had disappeared from the room, leaving us in the dark with nothing but the dull beam of light catching Diego’s pale, lifeless face.Marissa pressed her back against the wall, breathing hard. “I’ll check the hall again.” She said as she walked out sluggishly.Miguel’s voice cracked. “You’re not going alone.”Marissa’s eyes met his, calm but serious. “Then stay here and make sure Diego keeps breathing. I’ll handle it.” She said promisingly.Miguel hesitated, then nodded. His focus stayed locked on Diego as the doctor kept pressing.Miguel POVThe doctor’s hands never stopped moving, his voice
Miguel POVI stood frozen at the doorway, watching as the nurses worked over Diego with practiced precision. The room felt too bright now, the sterile white lights almost blinding after the darkness we’d been trapped in. Machines beeped quietly as they secured him on life support—tubes, wires, and screens forming a fragile connection between life and whatever came after.The rhythmic hiss of the ventilator filled the silence.Isabel and Marissa sat in the corner, speaking in hushed voices. Their words were low, but the tension in the room made them echo louder than they should have.“He’s been through so much,” Isabel whispered, her voice strained.Marissa nodded, leaning back against the wall with arms folded. “Yeah. All this time... searching for his brother. Only to find him like this? And Gideon—”“That name,” Isabel muttered, clenching her fists. “He’s haunted us for too long. Every time we think we’re safe, he finds a way back.”I gritted my teeth. They weren’t wrong. Gideon had
Miguel POVThe steady hum of the ventilator echoed in my head, louder than the faint beeping of the machines keeping Diego alive. The pale blue light from the monitors cast cold shadows across his face, the only sign he was still here. Alive. Barely.I stood motionless by the door, unable to step closer. I’d been there for hours, watching, waiting—powerless.My father was across the room, hands tucked behind his back, staring at Diego like he was trying to memorize every detail. His face, usually so composed, was pale and drawn.The silence between us was unbearable.Marissa shifted in her seat near the window, glancing between us before finally standing. She walked quietly over to him.“You should sit,” she said gently as she pointed toward the empty chair closer to where she stood up from.My father didn’t move, his eyes still locked on Diego.Marissa sighed, folding her arms. “Look... I know it feels hopeless, but he’s fighting. You can see it. And he’s got Miguel here. That has to
Esmeralda's POVAs I stepped into the dimly lit threshold of Elite Lounge,the bouncer,a towering figure with a sturdy build and strong physique,gazed down at me with a neutral expression."Name?" He asked,his deep voice firm but polite."Esmeralda Reyes" I replied with a smile plastered on my lips.His piercing black eyes scanned my face before shifting to the sleek,black clipboard in his hands. His thick fingers scrolled through the list,his expression unreadable. His gaze returned to my face,his eyes narrowing slightly as if to confirm my identity. A moment passed before he nodded."Welcome to Elite Lounge,Mrs. Reyes. You're on the list" His deep voice rumbled with a slight smile on his lips as he moved aside from the door. I sauntered in, grimacing at the loud blaring music and the sight of people twirling and dancing on the floor. Born into the world as an heiress of the Lawson family's fortune,I grew up accustomed to the extravagant lifestyle of the rich,but everything changed
Esmeralda's POV"What.. what's going on here?" I asked,my voice cracking as I stared from Antonio who was already shirtless to Elena who was already half naked.Antonio's eyes widened in shock as he pushed Elena away. "Esme,what are you doing here?" He berated."It's my house. Why can't I be here?" I asked, stupified by his question. He frowned and shifted his gaze to Elena, saying,"I thought you said the drug wasn't going to wear off until evening?""Huh... What drugs? What the hell is going on your Antonio? What are you doing with Elena?" I questioned,yelling. I was going all out to control the tears brimming up in my eyes.'No! Not yet' I screamed inwardly,trying to convince myself that maybe,just maybe they had an explanation for their actions. I saw a mocking smirk appear on Elena's face. She fiddled with my husband's hair and stood up from his thighs."Don't worry, Antonio. I'll handle her" She smiled eeriely and sashayed to me with confidence."What do you think it is,Esme?"
Miguel POVThe steady hum of the ventilator echoed in my head, louder than the faint beeping of the machines keeping Diego alive. The pale blue light from the monitors cast cold shadows across his face, the only sign he was still here. Alive. Barely.I stood motionless by the door, unable to step closer. I’d been there for hours, watching, waiting—powerless.My father was across the room, hands tucked behind his back, staring at Diego like he was trying to memorize every detail. His face, usually so composed, was pale and drawn.The silence between us was unbearable.Marissa shifted in her seat near the window, glancing between us before finally standing. She walked quietly over to him.“You should sit,” she said gently as she pointed toward the empty chair closer to where she stood up from.My father didn’t move, his eyes still locked on Diego.Marissa sighed, folding her arms. “Look... I know it feels hopeless, but he’s fighting. You can see it. And he’s got Miguel here. That has to
Miguel POVI stood frozen at the doorway, watching as the nurses worked over Diego with practiced precision. The room felt too bright now, the sterile white lights almost blinding after the darkness we’d been trapped in. Machines beeped quietly as they secured him on life support—tubes, wires, and screens forming a fragile connection between life and whatever came after.The rhythmic hiss of the ventilator filled the silence.Isabel and Marissa sat in the corner, speaking in hushed voices. Their words were low, but the tension in the room made them echo louder than they should have.“He’s been through so much,” Isabel whispered, her voice strained.Marissa nodded, leaning back against the wall with arms folded. “Yeah. All this time... searching for his brother. Only to find him like this? And Gideon—”“That name,” Isabel muttered, clenching her fists. “He’s haunted us for too long. Every time we think we’re safe, he finds a way back.”I gritted my teeth. They weren’t wrong. Gideon had
Isabel POV“Why hasn’t the power come back yet?” the doctor demanded, his voice strained as his hands pressed firmly on Diego’s chest. Sweat clung to his forehead, his arms moving in a steady rhythm.The silence was deafening, broken only by the doctor’s rhythmic counting.Miguel’s flashlight wavered as he clenched it tighter. “Why isn’t this working? Where’s the backup generator?”The scarred man had disappeared from the room, leaving us in the dark with nothing but the dull beam of light catching Diego’s pale, lifeless face.Marissa pressed her back against the wall, breathing hard. “I’ll check the hall again.” She said as she walked out sluggishly.Miguel’s voice cracked. “You’re not going alone.”Marissa’s eyes met his, calm but serious. “Then stay here and make sure Diego keeps breathing. I’ll handle it.” She said promisingly.Miguel hesitated, then nodded. His focus stayed locked on Diego as the doctor kept pressing.Miguel POVThe doctor’s hands never stopped moving, his voice
Isabel POVThe hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.“Marissa? Miguel?” My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.“I’m here,” Marissa’s voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.“I’m fine,” Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. “Isabel? Diego?”I felt Diego’s hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.“I’ve got him,” I whispered, relieved but on edge. “He’s still here.”“What the hell just happened?” Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window’s faint glow.Miguel fumbled with something, the sound of rustling fabric before a dim beam of light cut through the darkness. He’d switched on a small tactical flashlight, the narrow beam sweeping the room.The soft, shallow rise of Diego’s chest was visible again.
Isabel POVThe hospital lights cut out, plunging the entire room into complete darkness. The machines keeping Diego stable went silent, and the sudden void pressed heavy on my chest.“Marissa? Miguel?” My voice was tight, barely above a whisper.“I’m here,” Marissa’s voice echoed from near the door, tense but steady.“I’m fine,” Miguel called back, his voice closer, more protective. “Isabel? Diego?”I felt Diego’s hand, still warm but unmoving. My fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, searching for the pulse. It was there—weak but steady.“I’ve got him,” I whispered, relieved but on edge. “He’s still here.”“What the hell just happened?” Marissa hissed; her countenance and expression barely visible against the window’s faint glow.Miguel fumbled with something, the sound of rustling fabric before a dim beam of light cut through the darkness. He’d switched on a small tactical flashlight, the narrow beam sweeping the room.The soft, shallow rise of Diego’s chest was visible again.
Isabel POVThe footsteps grew louder. My pulse raced as I exchanged a glance with Miguel. Marissa raised her rifle slightly, ready but controlled.The door creaked open.Three men entered, dressed in dark suits, their expressions cold and professional. No visible weapons—but their rigid postures told me they were trained for this kind of situation.Miguel shifted, moving slightly in front of Diego. “Who the hell are you?”The tallest man, with a scar just above his eyebrow, raised his hands. “We’re here for you, Miguel. Your father sent us.”Silence fell over the room.Miguel’s expression twisted, a mix of relief and anger. “And where is he?”The scarred man kept his voice even. “Unavailable. But we’re under strict orders to secure your safety and assist with your brother’s care.”Miguel exhaled, shaking his head. “Of course, he sent his thugs instead of showing up himself.”The man didn’t react. “We’re here to help. That’s what matters.”Marissa POVMy finger hovered over the trigger
Isabel POVThe buzz of the drone overhead made me freeze mid-step. Marissa cursed under her breath; her rifle still hidden beneath her coat. Miguel’s grip on Diego tightened, his expression grim as he glanced up at the sky.“They’ve got eyes on us,” Marissa said sharply, scanning the horizon.Miguel’s face was tense. “We need to keep moving.”“Wait,” I said, holding up my hand. “Diego can’t handle this. He’s not ready to be moved like this—he’s barely stable.”Miguel hesitated, his jaw tightening as he looked down at his brother. Diego’s face was pale, his breathing labored.“She’s right,” Marissa added, her voice softening. “If we keep running, we’ll kill him.”Miguel exhaled sharply. “Then what’s the alternative? We can’t stay out here.”I glanced back at the hospital. “We go back in.” I said sharply.Miguel POVMy instinct was to argue, but she wasn’t wrong. Diego couldn’t handle another step, and the drone above us meant we were out of options.“Back in?” Marissa asked, incredulou
Isabel POVThe nurse's whispered warning hit me like a slap. "You're being followed."Miguel stiffened beside me, his grip tightening on Diego's arm as we half-carried, half-dragged him into the small hospital lobby. "Who's following us?" Marissa demanded, her tone sharp and low."I don't know who they are, but they've been asking questions. They came through here earlier, showing pictures. They're still nearby.""We don't have time for this. My brother needs help."The nurse hesitated, her eyes flickering between Diego's pale face and the tension in Miguel's stance. Finally, she nodded. "Room four. Down the hall. I'll get a doctor."Marissa moved to the door; her rifle hidden beneath her coat. "I'll keep an eye out," she said, her voice calm but firm.I followed Miguel down the hallway, my heart racing. Miguel POVI lowered Diego onto the examination bed, his weight sinking into the thin mattress. His face was ashen, his breaths shallow."Hang in there," I murmured, gripping his sh
Isabel POVThe burst of static from the hidden comm device made my heart stop. The voice that followed was unmistakable.“Don’t move. You’re surrounded.”Miguel tensed, his eyes narrowing. Marissa gripped her rifle, scanning the forest for movement.“Gideon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Congratulations,” the voice said, almost amused. “You’ve made it farther than I expected. But it ends here.”Marissa glanced at me; her expression sharp. “He’s bluffing. If we were surrounded, we’d already see them.”“he’s not the kind of man who bluffs,” Miguel said.The comm device crackled again. “Miguel, Isabel, Marissa... even Diego. your little escape. Impressive, but futile. Surrender now, and I might let you live.”Miguel’s jaw tightened. “Not a chance.”Marissa POVI hated the way Gideon’s voice got under my skin, as if he was already one step ahead. But I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing us panic.“We need to move,” I said quietly, keeping my rifle raised. “Now.”