It began quietly enough, at least at first—Sabrina would make a passing comment about a dish she hadn't considered in years. Then it built.And now, at precisely midnight, Benedict was sleepy with half his eyes shut, in the kitchen, clinging for dear life with one hand to a jar of chocolate spread and the other wrapped around a bag of oranges.Sabrina sat on the counter, kicking her legs, clutching a half-full bowl of pasta—a bowl she'd insisted on topping with vanilla ice cream.Benedict blinked slowly, attempting to keep up. "So. let me get this straight." He waved at her bowl. "You're having pasta. with ice cream."Sabrina nodded, chewing in another satisfied bite. "Mhm."He rubbed his face. "And now, you're asking for oranges with chocolate spread on them?"She gasped dramatically. "Yes! Oh my gosh, Benedict, that's SO good."Benedict groaned, but his mouth was curved with a small smile. "Love, are you sure you're all right Sab?"Sabrina pouted. "Of course I'm all right! I'm just…
Benedict froze.Saben laughed once more. "Daddy, your face is silly!"Benedict groaned yet again, rubbing his temples. "I totally walked into that one."Sabrina' smile suddenly took on a false sweetness. "C'mon, sweetie pie?"Benedict sighed dramatically, then leaned in and kissed her nose. “Fine. Anything for my pregnant queen.”Saben cheered. “BEST. DADDY. EVER!”Benedict pointed at him. “You say that now, but wait until you’re the one running late-night errands for your pregnant wife in the future.”Saben gasped in horror. “No way! I’m never getting married!”Sabrina and Benedict exchanged amused glances.Sabrina grinned. "Let's definitely do that in ten years."And with that, they hugged on the couch, laughing, hearts full of love and happiness—ready for whatever adventure life had in store next.Six months had passed, and the Thompson household was humming with excitement. Sabrina's belly was round lovely, and she beamed beautifully, blissful as she and Benedict waited to count d
As the evening wore on, Sabrina nestled against Benedict, observing their family and friends giggle and spin to the twinkling fairy lights. The house had never felt more festive.Saben hurried toward them, his small fists still bunched in a tight pink confetti ball. He grasped at Benedict's elbow. "Daddy, will she have princesses or dinosaurs?"Benedict grinned, dropped down on one knee next to Saben's row. "Why decide? Perhaps she'll be a wee princess warrior who loves tea parties and dinosaurs."Saben's eyes widened in excitement. "Whoa… that is so cool! I'll show her all about dinosaurs! And—and I'll let her play with my toy T-Rex!"Sabrina smiled, tousling Saben's hair. "You'll be a wonderful big brother."Saben smiled proudly. "I know! But, Mommy, does the baby hear us?"She placed his small hand against her belly. "She does. And I think she's waiting for you too."Saben breathed deeply as if listening to the expected reply of the baby. "Hello little sister! Your big brother Sabe
Leila crossed her arms. "Benedict, do you want the baby to be born in the back of your car?" Benedict turned pale. ".Mom, you're driving."They got Sabrina into the car as quickly as possible.Benedict sat behind her, holding her hand tightly as she clutched it with surprising strength. "You're doing great, baby. Just breathe. In, out—""IF YOU TELL ME TO BREATHE ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR TO GOD—"Benedict swallowed hard. "Okay. Shutting up now."The entire drive to the hospital was wild. Sabrina's contractions were getting closer and closer together, and she moaned through all of them.Saben, sitting in the front seat, plugged his ears. "Mommy is scary when she is in pain."Leila stroked his head. "Welcome to childbirth, honey."They finally arrived at the hospital. Nurses and doctors were already standing outside with a wheelchair.As they rolled her in, Sabrina clung to Benedict's shirt. "You better not pass out on me, Benedict Thompson!"Benedict, sweats bullets or not, smiled. "I wo
18 years later. Sabrina Auburn Thompson leaned against the balcony railing of their large estate, observing the sun set below the horizon. The golden colors of the sunset caught the reflection from the large gardens where her adult children had as toddlers played with abandon.Sabrina sighed in satisfaction, her back against the warmth of Benedict's body. He encircled Sabrina's shoulders with his arms and bit gently at her hair."What do you think about, my love Sabrina?" he asked in his deep, comforting voice.Sabrina smiled, leaning back against him. "Just thinking how fast time passes… One minute, we were rocking them to sleep, and now… they're all grown up."Benedict laughed. "And they're both great. We must've done something right."Actually, their kids had turned out to be great young adults.Saben Thompson, 26, had become the CEO of BMX Estates, the billion-dollar real estate empire that had been in their family for generations. Intelligent, ambitious, and charming, he had inhe
The mood was still tense as Nathaniel Harper melted into the crowd, his departure leaving behind a lingering sense of unease. The party went on, but to the Thompson family, the evening had turned dark. Saben looked at his sister, his face stern."True, Eliana. All of my business ventures in BMX—some of them have failed due to him." His tone was clipped, laced with irritation."Nathaniel Harper is merciless. He does not just want to win—he wants to destroy his competition. Eliana, You have to be careful. And whatever you do, don't be taken in by the way he appears."Eliana crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not easily distracted, Saben."Saben grinned. "You should. Because men like him? They don't play fair."Sabrina, who had remained silently present, spoke at last, her tone level but unyielding."The Harper family is an eyesore, yes." She shook her head, sighing. "But that's competition, my dear. That's business. But you must have your principles and be humble. No matter how ruthl
At the same time, Nathaniel Harper was not your average businessman—he was the son of Theodore Harper, one of the erstwhile board members of BMX Estates, who had been charged with money laundering by no less a person than Benedict Thompson himself.That scandal had threatened to bankrupt BMX Estates back in the old days. Whereas Benedict had defended the company tooth and nail, the Harper clan had been gaining strength behind the scenes, benefiting from the pandemonium.The acrimony between the Harpers and the Thompsons was more than professional—it was personal.Nathaniel sipped his whiskey slowly, observing Eliana across the ballroom. She had the same spark as her father, the same resolve as her mother.Interesting.He smiled to himself.So this is the girl they are counting on to lead Sabrina Ultra?She was young, too young. Regardless of how poised she seemed in that instant, Nathaniel knew business was ruthless—a war where only the fittest remained.And if she believed she could
Saben paced a vexed hand through his hair. "This is no laughing matter, Eliana! I'm warning you, stay away from him. Don't let your defenses down. Don't trust him."Eliana's eyes flashed with mutiny. "I never said I trusted him. But I'm not going to hide from him either.""You should," Saben bit out. "For your own safety."She didn't know what to say before someone else interjected."Well, well. Talking about me behind my back already?"Both of the kids spun around.There, leaning against a marble column, was Nathaniel Harper.They were crinkled with amusement, furrowed at the edges, a broad smile spreading from his mouth. "I didn't know I'd impressed you that much Eliana."Saben bristled immediately, standing watch over Eliana. "What in the devil are you still doing hanging around here?"Nathaniel took a slow drink of his whiskey."I was leaving, but someone called out my name. Figured I'd stay for a little while."Eliana stood around Saben, planted firmly in front of Nathaniel. "You'
Not anymore.Stepping out of the police station into the chill of early dawn, Sabrina wrapped her coat around herself and glanced at Benedict."We are not going home straight away, are we?" Sabrina asked."No," he said. "We are going to the hospital.""Eliana has to rest—""She's going to be lying in front of that motherfucker Harper in a hospital bed," Benedict growled. "I will have to contend with him.""Dad." Eliana attempted.But Benedict was already off, jaw set.They went in two cars. Damian drove with Saben and Eliana and Sabrina in the rear of the second car with Benedict. There was tension. There was an atmosphere of oppression all around them and a heavy buildup of tension.Within the vehicle, Damian addressed her. "You had do well to avoid the hospital for the moment, El."Eliana raised an eyebrow. "Why?""Because Benedict Thompson and William Harper at the same location? That's not a family reunion I'd care to have front-row seats to."Saben growled, "He's correct."Eliana
INT. POLICE STATION – NIGHT TO EARLY MORNINGSA hum of quiet voices echoed in the tiny police station. A sweet chemical scent of metallic disinfectant hung in the air, mixing with the acrid scent of old coffee. Soft hums filled the air from fluorescent lights overhead.Eliana sat still on a bench beside the corner, wrapped in a rough gray blanket an officer had provided. Her cheek was bandaged, bruised just below her jawline. Her own hands shook a little tighter, though she had them concealed in her lap.Damian leaned against the wall across from her, arms crossed and blood still congealing on his sleeve from a cut on his forearm. Nathaniel stood further off, alone, his face pale, his shirt covered in soot and gunpowder. He'd hardly uttered a word since he made his statement.The double doors of the station burst open with a creaking crash."Eliana!"She shifted her attention rapidly. There they were — her family.Sabrina, lovely even when panicked, ran first. Her coat hung over one s
The door of the warehouse creaked open as she slipped within.The air reeked with sweat, metal, and danger.Fluorescent light buzzed overhead. Footsteps—quiet, measured—rang off metal beams.She glided like a phantom, every step measured. Over rusty crates and scattered trash, her breathing harmonized. She didn't recoil at the groans or distant clatters.Until—"Hello, Eliana."She stopped.A man emerged from behind the warehouse, out of the darkness. Tall. In a new charcoal suit. Thin, satisfied smile on his mouth.One of William Harper's finest enforcers."Mr. Harper sends his regards," he said, his voice silky with poison. "He thought you'd show up."Her teeth were gritted. "Of course he did. He always did enjoy the dramatic entrance.".The man laughed. "He said you were predictable. Guess he was right.""You've been chasing my family like it's a game.""Your father started this. Exposed a man who created legacies. Hospitals. Universities. You all pretend like you're the heroes, bu
But she turned slowly, so that he could see the hurt unfettered in her eyes.I never locked you out, Nathaniel," she whispered. "You just never came close enough to linger."And with that, she departed, the chill night air nipping at her skin. The darkness closed in around her like an old friend long forgotten.She did not glance back.Not when the world was weighed in the balance.The wind wailed as Eliana stepped outside onto the porch, the door slamming behind her like the last stroke on the end of a difficult page. But before she could put a foot beyond the stairs—"Leaving without me?"She faltered. Damian lingered by the edge of the cabin, moonlight glinting off of his dark jacket only accentuating the scar near his jaw more than ordinary. His face showed unreadable expressions, but his eyes-those burning, watchful eyes-were locked on her.The air caught in her throat.“Damian.”He took a step forward, hands in his coat pockets. “You said the extraction would be at midnight. It’
He moved another step forward. "I'm not saving you, Eliana. I'm holding on to you. You keep trying to hurt my father, and you'll be dead. Leave this to the cops."She laughed, a laugh that had no pleasure in it. "The cops?" she repeated, her eyes burning. "You think they care? You think they're not already in the pocket? You think I've not already tried that avenue?""Eliana—"No!" she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the thick air. "How am I supposed to stop when your father still tries to kill me? When every animal with my blood in their veins is a target on feet?" Nathaniel's lips opened, but she was far from finished."My father—Benedict—he did his duty. He planted skeletons of your family to keep everyone safe. But your grandfather? He was laundering money and on the board of my father's company! And now your father's attempting to cover up every loose end—including my family!"Nathaniel's face contorted, shame reddening every part of it."I did not know," Nathaniel panted.
For an instant, the room held its breath. No one breathed. Even the fire paused in its flicker, as if respecting her silent declaration of war against the life she did not desire.Then Nathaniel moved back as if she had slapped him."Eliana," Nathaniel growled, "you don't have to—"“But I do,” she cut in. “You both keep looking at me like I’m going to fall apart. Like I’m not capable of making hard choices.”She blinked fiercely, her throat tightening. "But I've made hard choices since the day your dad enter into our lives. Since the day I learned your dad planning to kill me and he included my brother Saben. And then you came along with your deals and your sweet lies, and I let myself think—I for a split second believed—maybe I could have something normal."Nathaniel opened his lips, but nothing came out.Damian stood stock still, as if someone had winded him.Eliana let go of the back of the frayed armchair as if she were the sole thing holding her together."Do you think I want thi
The room was dim, the wan gray light creeping through holes in the drapes. Eliana stood with arms crossed against her chest at the window, observing as the sky changed — black to blue, as if the world breathed in.She didn't catch the door's opening.Didn't catch the steps.But sensed him.Nathaniel."You should be sleeping," he whispered, his eyes closing as he closed the door.She didn't glance around. "So should you."A silence.Then his arrival at her."I couldn't sleep," he admitted.Her whisper a secret shared. "Neither could I."He stood behind her. Close enough to reach out and touch. Close enough to inhale the scent of her.But he didn't.Because he knew better.For if he'd have touched her back at the time, Nathaniel wasn't sure he ever would have let her go."Do you remember Nathaniel," Eliana gasped, "the first time we met?"Nathaniel smiled faintly. "It was your birthday that time ,You got mad at me easily?"Eliana smiled bitterly. "You were arrogant.""You were fire.""I
Dmitri’s smile stretched slow and serpentine across his face, eyes glinting like a blade catching light. “Good. Very good.”Nathaniel was on his feet in an instant. “You’re playing with fire, Eliana.”She stood tall, despite the quake in her chest. “Then let me burn.”Damian whistled low. "Remind me never to mess with you."Dmitri clapped once, the sound echoing through the warehouse like a shot. "Now we're getting somewhere. I like her. Too bad she's saddled with idiots."Nathaniel's glare could've softened steel. "If she gets hurt—""You'll do what? Growl at me?" Dmitri teased. "Relax, Harper. I'm not asking her to smuggle plutonium. Yet." He winked at Eliana.She didn't flinch. "What's the delivery?"Dmitri pulled out a weathered manila envelope from a locked drawer beneath the bar. “Coordinates. Names. A package.” He tossed it on the table. “You’ll take it to an old contact of mine. Neutral ground. He’ll trade it for something that might just help all of us survive William Harper.
Rain hit the hospital's glass windows, each drop reminding her that time was escaping her. Disinfectant and cold wind were the scents as Eliana stood stock-still in the hallway, her trembling hands clasped around the railing.Nathaniel Harper towered above her, his blue eyes veiled in desperation."You don't understand, Eliana. My dad—he's dead." His words were a growl, the words cutting through the air like the fine tooth of a blade.Eliana's swallow was concrete in her throat. "What do you mean?"Nathaniel sucked a rough breath into his chest, standing on the muscles in the back of his neck. "Vincent. My second. He's hunting me. Hunting you." His jaw hardened. "My father wants me to hurt. And he'll start with you."A chill ran through Eliana's body. As she thought about her answer, her ears picked up a voice that conquered the tension in the room.“I’d love to see him try Damian.”Damian Wolfe.Eliana had just time to see him leaning against the doorframe of the hospital room. His