Miguel POVThe sound of the flatline still echoed in my ears.Everything seemed distant—the frantic voices, the beeping monitors, the rush of medical staff around Diego’s bed. All I could focus on was his pale face, lifeless and still.A firm hand gripped my shoulder, breaking me out of my haze.It was the doctor. His face was serious, his eyes sharp with urgency.“We don’t have time, Miguel. I need consent for emergency surgery. Now.”I blinked, my mind sluggish. “What—what do you mean surgery?”The doctor’s voice stayed calm but unrelenting.“The implant. It’s interfering with his vitals. If we don’t remove it immediately, he won’t make it. We’ve prepped OR-1. You need to sign these forms.”A clipboard was pressed into my shaking hands, the medical jargon blurring together.Beside me, my father took a step closer. “I’ll sign. He’s my son—”I shook my head sharply.“No. I’m doing it.” My voice wavered, but I pressed the pen down, scrawling my name across the line. “Just... save him.”
Miguel POVThe heart monitor’s rhythm had stabilized, but the tension in the OR was heavier than ever.I stood frozen against the glass, my palms pressed flat, watching Diego’s still body beneath the bright surgical lights. Dr. Chen’s voice cut through the quiet hum of machines.“Electrical interference detected along the neural interface. Vitals unstable. We need to contain it—now.”The dual heartbeat continued flickering on the screen, chaotic and unnatural.Dr. Kumar, the anesthesiologist, spoke rapidly. “BP dropping—systolic down to 80. He’s losing ground fast.”Dr. Chen’s hands were steady, precise. “Scalpel. I’m isolating the main lead. Dr. Martinez, be ready to assist with micro-suction once I expose the implant.”The air felt thick, every movement calculated. A surgical nurse handed over the scalpel with practiced calm.Miguel’s father broke the silence behind me, his voice low but strained.“If they can’t control the implant’s electrical feedback, it could trigger full neural
Miguel POVThe heart monitor's steady beeping echoed in the sterile quiet of the OR.Dr. Chen’s brow was furrowed, her gloved hands hovering above Diego's skull. His vitals had stabilized, but the unnatural dual heartbeat still flickered on the screen.“Something’s still wrong,” she said, her voice calm but tense. “That second implant—it's not fully deactivated. There’s a residual charge coming from the nerve bundle.”Dr. Kumar adjusted the sedation levels. “BP holding steady... but the electrical interference is active again. We have a window, but it’s closing.”Chen nodded. “We need a controlled electromagnetic pulse—targeted. Prep the micro-coil generator.”The surgical nurse handed over the small, cylindrical device.I watched, frozen on the other side of the glass, every muscle locked in place.Dr. Chen glanced up at the gallery.“This procedure is experimental,” she warned. “If the EMP disrupts the wrong cluster—”Miguel's father interrupted; his voice low but steady. “Do it. I’
Miguel POVThe steady beeping of the heart monitor was almost soothing now, a reminder that Diego was alive. Breathing. Stable.I was slouched in the uncomfortable hospital chair, my head resting against the cold steel bar. Sleep hadn’t come easily, but exhaustion had finally forced me under.The sound of a door clicking open stirred me awake.Isabel entered, holding two cups of coffee, her eyes tired but alert.“You look terrible,” she whispered, setting one cup on the tray beside me.I sat up, my back stiff. “Yeah, well... so do you.”Her lips curled in the faintest smile before she turned toward Diego.He was awake. Barely. His eyelids fluttered, lips parting as he tried to speak.I shot up, my pulse racing. “Diego? Hey—are you with me?”His head tilted slightly toward the sound of my voice. His pale skin seemed even more fragile under the harsh hospital lighting, but his breathing was steady.“Water,” he rasped, voice hoarse.Isabel grabbed the cup, holding it gently to his lips.
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?"
Antonio's POV"No,I didn't sign those paper willingly. You forced me" Esmeralda shouted at the top of her lungs,tears streaming down her face. For I moment,I felt a ounce of pity for her,but I was quick to cast it aside.It took Elena and I two years to gain her trust,and another two years to identify all of the Lawsons' fortune. She was quite secretive,even after claiming to love me. It was tough,but I managed to get what I wanted.With this thought,a smile of triumph curved on my lips. "Esmeralda, nothing in this mansion belongs to you,not even the company. You have to leave.""To where?" She asked, shivering in fear."To the streets, Esmeralda" Elena chipped in with disgust in her voice. "You need to learn how to live like us. Learn the ways of the poor and face retribution for your sins.""You both are making a mistake" Esmeralda argued. "I never treated you badly. I gave you everything you asked me for. I did everything you asked me to do without complaining.""That's it,Esme. Yo
Esmeralda's POV"Let me go!" I screamed in the dark night, banging the bodyguard's back with my fist,but it was pointless. The indifferent man carried me out of the mansion, straight outside the iron clad gate."Here you go" He threw me to the ground, causing me to land on my butt. "I'm sorry,madame,but I have to obey the boss's order." He apologized with a slight bow.I glared hard at him and snarled. "I'm your boss. You should listen to me.""I'm sorry,but that isn't the case right now. Please, pardon me" He said,his tone laced with sincerity as he turned to walk back into the mansion.I desperately wanted to call out to me for help,but the words were stuck in my throat. I could only watch as his silhouette disappeared. My eyes were too exhausted to release even a drop of tears. I felt an excruciating pain on my feet as I tried to get up on my feet. There was nothing I could do to get what I had lost back. I didn't even have the strength to fight again. I raised my gaze to the sky
Miguel POVThe steady beeping of the heart monitor was almost soothing now, a reminder that Diego was alive. Breathing. Stable.I was slouched in the uncomfortable hospital chair, my head resting against the cold steel bar. Sleep hadn’t come easily, but exhaustion had finally forced me under.The sound of a door clicking open stirred me awake.Isabel entered, holding two cups of coffee, her eyes tired but alert.“You look terrible,” she whispered, setting one cup on the tray beside me.I sat up, my back stiff. “Yeah, well... so do you.”Her lips curled in the faintest smile before she turned toward Diego.He was awake. Barely. His eyelids fluttered, lips parting as he tried to speak.I shot up, my pulse racing. “Diego? Hey—are you with me?”His head tilted slightly toward the sound of my voice. His pale skin seemed even more fragile under the harsh hospital lighting, but his breathing was steady.“Water,” he rasped, voice hoarse.Isabel grabbed the cup, holding it gently to his lips.
Miguel POVThe heart monitor's steady beeping echoed in the sterile quiet of the OR.Dr. Chen’s brow was furrowed, her gloved hands hovering above Diego's skull. His vitals had stabilized, but the unnatural dual heartbeat still flickered on the screen.“Something’s still wrong,” she said, her voice calm but tense. “That second implant—it's not fully deactivated. There’s a residual charge coming from the nerve bundle.”Dr. Kumar adjusted the sedation levels. “BP holding steady... but the electrical interference is active again. We have a window, but it’s closing.”Chen nodded. “We need a controlled electromagnetic pulse—targeted. Prep the micro-coil generator.”The surgical nurse handed over the small, cylindrical device.I watched, frozen on the other side of the glass, every muscle locked in place.Dr. Chen glanced up at the gallery.“This procedure is experimental,” she warned. “If the EMP disrupts the wrong cluster—”Miguel's father interrupted; his voice low but steady. “Do it. I’
Miguel POVThe heart monitor’s rhythm had stabilized, but the tension in the OR was heavier than ever.I stood frozen against the glass, my palms pressed flat, watching Diego’s still body beneath the bright surgical lights. Dr. Chen’s voice cut through the quiet hum of machines.“Electrical interference detected along the neural interface. Vitals unstable. We need to contain it—now.”The dual heartbeat continued flickering on the screen, chaotic and unnatural.Dr. Kumar, the anesthesiologist, spoke rapidly. “BP dropping—systolic down to 80. He’s losing ground fast.”Dr. Chen’s hands were steady, precise. “Scalpel. I’m isolating the main lead. Dr. Martinez, be ready to assist with micro-suction once I expose the implant.”The air felt thick, every movement calculated. A surgical nurse handed over the scalpel with practiced calm.Miguel’s father broke the silence behind me, his voice low but strained.“If they can’t control the implant’s electrical feedback, it could trigger full neural
Miguel POVThe sound of the flatline still echoed in my ears.Everything seemed distant—the frantic voices, the beeping monitors, the rush of medical staff around Diego’s bed. All I could focus on was his pale face, lifeless and still.A firm hand gripped my shoulder, breaking me out of my haze.It was the doctor. His face was serious, his eyes sharp with urgency.“We don’t have time, Miguel. I need consent for emergency surgery. Now.”I blinked, my mind sluggish. “What—what do you mean surgery?”The doctor’s voice stayed calm but unrelenting.“The implant. It’s interfering with his vitals. If we don’t remove it immediately, he won’t make it. We’ve prepped OR-1. You need to sign these forms.”A clipboard was pressed into my shaking hands, the medical jargon blurring together.Beside me, my father took a step closer. “I’ll sign. He’s my son—”I shook my head sharply.“No. I’m doing it.” My voice wavered, but I pressed the pen down, scrawling my name across the line. “Just... save him.”
Diego POVThe darkness had started to thin.Sounds drifted closer now. Voices, faint but clearer than before. My mind felt like it was wading through fog, struggling to surface.“Stay with me, Diego... Please... Just hold on...” I heard his voice calling out to me, Miguel.I could feel his presence, his voice cutting through the haze like an anchor. But something else was there too—a constant pressure in my chest. Cold. Heavy.The pain was distant but growing sharper by the minutes but there nothing I could do about it.And then—another voice. Harsher. Mocking.“You never were the priority, Miguel. You're just another piece in my game.” Gideon’s voice came on as I was suddenly not pleased, I tried to talk but couldn’t, I was shouting but no one could hear my voice.I fought against the weight pressing me down, forcing my mind to break through. I couldn’t stay here. I had to warn them.Gideon was still controlling everything.Miguel POVGideon’s voice echoed through the hospital speake
Diego POVI was floating. No pain. No sound.Everything felt... very quiet.I couldn’t tell if my body existed anymore. I wasn’t sure I was anymore.But there was something. A voice. Faint. Like an echo through water.“Stay with me, Diego. Please...” I hear Miguel’s voice calling out to me his voice laced with pain I could literally feel he is crying even if I couldn’t see.“Miguel?”I tried to respond, but my voice didn’t reach the surface. Nothing did everywhere was too quiet despite all my attempts.Memories drifted like shadows, pieces of broken glass reflecting things I couldn’t quite grasp. Flashes of faces—Gideon’s men. The cold, hard glare of a weapon pressed against my ribs. The gunshot. Pain. Then... nothing.And now, I was here. Trapped.But I felt him. My brother. Close. Desperate.I had to get back. I had to warn him.Something was still coming. Gideon...Miguel POVThe heart monitor screamed its relentless, flat tone.I couldn’t look away from Diego, his lifeless body s
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