The fire crackled softly in the Carters' exquisite sitting room, its flickering light casting Helena Carter’s shadow long and imposing against the wallpaper. Across from her, Harley paced, her frustration palpable in every sharp click of her heels against the marble floor.“I don’t understand it, Mother,” Harley seethed, her hands clenching at her sides. “I followed your advice. I sent the photos, wired the payment, and waited for the results. Instead, the assassin returned my money and told me to stay away from her! They said Elona’s untouchable!” Helena sat back, swirling her tea with a delicate spoon. She didn’t even glance up. “And you listened to them?”“They made it clear,” Harley snapped, her voice rising. “Elona’s built some sort of fortress around herself. She’s not the same naive girl we bullied before.” By now, she was visibly agitated. “Of course, she’s not,” Helena said smoothly, setting her cup down. “It’s been years. And you’ve grown soft, Harley. You hesitate, you seco
The Guild of Shadows operated from the unseen cracks of the world, neutral but resolute, efficient but ethical. While other mercenary groups operated purely for pay, The Guild of Shadows worked on principles that transcended greed. All thanks to the guidance of Master Fu and his deputy, Elona Carter. They only allowed ethical assassins to be part of the guild. Their members eliminated threats, dangerous dissidents, rogue cartels, and destabilizing influences but never the innocent. They maintained balance, and their reputation was ironclad. It was a promise, a code, and a rule that no member could break. Lee had no idea what kind of monster he was about to wake up when he sought their help in order to carry out the job he took from Helena.Lee thought he was meeting a contact, just another group of mercenaries with the experience and manpower to eliminate Elona Carter and her triplets. He had no idea that this was the Guild of Shadows. Desperation clouded his judgment, and the promis
Three days passed in agonizing silence. Helena Carter paced around her study, her perfectly manicured nails tapping her phone screen as she checked it for the umpteenth time in that hour. Still, nothing. No response whatsoever from Lee.Lee was the man she had trusted for years. The very assassin who had helped her eliminate Esme, Elona's mother, suddenly became unreachable. Calls went unanswered, texts unread and by the fourth day, Helena's patience reached its zero tolerance. "This is totally unacceptable!" She muttered through clenched teeth as she reached for her coat and handbag. Then she called for the driver, her voice clipped. "Take me to the slums!"The drive was long was long and uncomfortable, the city's glimmering towers giving way to narrow and dark alleys as well as crumbling buildings. The air grew heavy with the stench of decay and despair. Helena wrinkled her nose not even bothering to conceal her disdain for the place. The car stopped and Helena stepped out cautiou
The Carter estate’s sprawling garden basked in the warm afternoon sun, a picturesque scene of calm that belied the tension brewing among its inhabitants. Helena sat with her daughter, Harley, at a small wrought-iron table shaded by a flowering trellis. A pot of tea steamed between them, untouched, as their hushed voices carried a tone of conspiracy.“You need to be more careful,” Helena said, her voice sharp but low. “The failure with the first assassin has drawn unnecessary attention.”Harley scowled, stirring her tea absentmindedly. “Mother, I followed your advice and let you handled it. You sought out Lee, but what happened? Lee was supposed to be discreet, but he botched the job and ended up dying miserably.. I don’t know how Elona always stays one step ahead! This time you were even outsmarted by her. I think we should just let it be.”Helena’s lips curled into a disdainful smile. “That's just because you lack determination, Harley. If you want Alaric’s love, you have to eliminat
The evening air in Country C was thick with tension as Alaric sat in his suite, poring over maps and scattered notes. Each piece of information he had gathered about Elona’s potential whereabouts felt maddeningly incomplete. Frustration gnawed at him, but beneath it all was a singular, unwavering purpose: finding her and proving himself worthy of the second chance he didn’t deserve but desperately sought.Just as the clock struck midnight, there was a sharp knock at the door. Alaric’s instincts flared, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger he kept concealed. Jimmy, his loyal assistant, stood ready behind him, a silent nod passing between them before Alaric approached the door.A man clad in simple but foreign attire stepped inside. His face was mostly obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, and his eyes were hidden behind tinted glasses. He exuded an air of quiet authority, though there was a subtle edge to his presence, a predator lurking beneath the surface.“I come with answers,”
As the engines of Alaric’s private plane hummed steadily, he sat in the dimly lit cabin, his mind churning with thoughts. The man they had met in Country C, it wasn’t just the scar or his demeanor. No, it was his eyes. Something about them tugged at a distant memory, a face he’d seen during his earlier search in Country S. The realization struck like lightning.“Jimmy!” Alaric called out, his voice charged with excitement. His loyal assistant appeared immediately, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. “What is it, boss?” Jimmy asked.Alaric leaned forward, his gaze intense. “That man, Victor. I’m sure I’ve seen him before. When we were in Country S, after meeting Julio, Elona’s biological father. Remember that stranger at the market who bumped into us and vanished before we could question him?”Jimmy frowned, his mind working to recall. “You mean the guy who dropped the matchbox with the phoenix emblem?” “Yes,” Alaric said, his voice firm. “It was him. I’d bet my fortune on i
Alaric stood at the deck of his yacht, the salty breeze brushing against his face. Before him lay the shimmering waters surrounding the mysterious island he’d been chasing for months. It was so close, yet impenetrable. The island was no ordinary refuge. It was the Guild of Shadows’ headquarters, a fortress bristling with security measures both visible and hidden.Jimmy joined him, his expression grim. “We’ve scouted the perimeter, boss. It’s locked down tighter than Fort Knox. No way in without being detected.” Alaric clenched his fists. Despair gnawed at him, a cruel companion to the months of relentless searching. “She’s there,” he murmured. “I know she is.”Jimmy didn’t reply, sensing his boss’s frustration. Suddenly, a glimmer in the water caught his eye. “Boss, look!” He pointed to a bottle bobbing near the yacht, carried by the gentle waves.With swift precision, Jimmy reached down and plucked it from the sea. The glass bottle was sealed with a waxed cork, and inside was a folde
The grand ballroom of Hotel L’Etoile buzzed with activity, its crystal chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the polished floors. The celebration was in full swing, with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses echoing through the lavish space. Alaric stood near the entrance, scanning the room with hawk-like intensity. His mother, Melody Royale, stood beside him, her excitement barely contained. As the clock neared the start of the banquet, a ripple of murmurs spread across the room. Alaric turned, his breath catching when he spotted her. Elona.She had stepped into the room cautiously, holding the hands of two children, while a third clung to Victor, who trailed behind her. She was a vision of elegance and strength, but her guarded eyes darted around the room, clearly searching for an escape route. Traits of being a top-notch assassin.Alaric’s heart thundered in his chest. His triplets. They were here. His children were so close he could almost touch them. Edith, noticin
Five Years Later… The Royale Estate had never been more alive. Lush gardens stretched as far as the eye could see, the scent of blooming roses mingling with the crisp afternoon air. The laughter of children echoed across the grounds, filling the estate with warmth and joy. Elona stood on the grand balcony, watching the scene below unfold with a soft smile on her lips. She leaned against Alaric, his strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist. "Look at them," she murmured, pride evident in her voice. Down in the courtyard, the Terrific Trio, Arlyle, Artie, and Allie, were engrossed in an intense discussion, their expressions far too serious for eleven-year-olds. But then again, they weren’t just any eleven-year-olds. They were national geniuses, their intelligence unmatched by any child their age. Their names graced international forums, scientific journals, an
The grand ballroom of the Royale Estate was transformed into a breathtaking vision of elegance. Cascading chandeliers bathed the space in golden light, while delicate floral arrangements lined the aisle, each petal whispering a tale of love, redemption, and new beginnings. Alaric Royale stood at the altar, dressed in a custom-tailored black tuxedo, his stance confident yet solemn. His heart pounded with anticipation as he awaited the arrival of the woman who had become his world, the woman he had almost lost but fought to reclaim. The billboards across Country M broadcasted the event live, capturing every moment in stunning detail. The entire nation bore witness to the redemption of a man who had once taken love for granted but now vowed to cherish it with his entire being. When Elona finally appeared at the entrance, time seemed to stand still.Dressed in an exquisite white gown
Alaric Royale had always been a man who thrived under pressure. Business deals, billion-dollar investments, and ruthless negotiations had been his expertise for years. But now, he was navigating an entirely different battlefield, one that involved diaper changes, bedtime stories, and earning the love of the family he had once taken for granted. And he was determined not to fail. For him, this was the dawn of a new routine, and one he fully embraced with sincerity. The sun had barely risen when Elona stirred awake, expecting to hear the usual fussing of the twins. But instead, the room was quiet. Too quiet. She sat up, her heart thudding. Had she overslept? Where were the babies?Slipping on her robe, she made her way downstairs, only to pause at the sight before her. Alaric was in the living room, still in his sleepwear, holding one of the twins in his arms while feeding the othe
Elona studied him, searching for any trace of deception, but all she saw was sincerity, painful, soul-deep sincerity. “I don’t know if I can ever fully forgive you,” she admitted quietly. “But… I want to try.” Alaric’s head snapped up, eyes widening slightly. “You do?” Elona sighed. “The truth is, despite everything, a part of me never stopped wanting you. And maybe that’s my own weakness. But I can’t ignore that you’re their father, that we’re still married, and that...” she hesitated, “...that I once loved you.” The admission hung in the air between them, fragile and uncertain. Alaric leaned forward slightly, his voice a gentle plea. “Then let me earn it. Let me show you that I can be the man you deserve. I don’t expect you to trust me overnight, but I’ll spend every day proving it to you.” Elona exhaled. “We’ll take it one step at a time.” A spark of hope ignited in Alaric’s g
“I missed both of your pregnancies. I wasn’t there when you needed me most. I let others dictate my life, let my pride get in the way.” His jaw clenched. “And because of that, I lost the woman who should have been my priority from the beginning.” Elona crossed her arms, her eyes filled with lingering pain. “You don’t just get to regret things now and expect everything to be okay. You should know that by now." “I know,” he admitted. “And I don’t expect forgiveness overnight. But I need you to know, Elona, that I regret it every single day. Every time I look at our children, I think about what I missed. I think about how you went through it all alone because I was too blind to see what truly mattered.” Elona bit her lip, fighting against the emotions rising inside her. It was rare to see Alaric this open, this vulnerable. But bitterness still lingered in her heart. “You always put business first, believed
The battle was won. The threats to Elona were gone. But for Alaric Royale, the war was far from over. As the chaos of the past weeks settled, silence became his enemy. It was in that silence that the heavy burden of his failures pressed down on him. He had conquered enemies, crushed empires, and outmaneuvered some of the most ruthless minds in the world. Yet, when it came to the one thing that truly mattered, his family, he had failed spectacularly. Alaric sat alone in his office, a crystal glass of whiskey untouched on his desk. The city skyline stretched before him, bright and alive, yet he felt nothing but emptiness. His fingers hovered over his phone. He had Elona’s number memorized, yet every time he thought of calling her, he hesitated. What could he say? I’m sorry? I regret everything? Please come back to me? None of it felt enough. He hadn’t just missed a few anniversaries or forgotten a birthday.
After the banquet’s revelations had settled, Alaric, Elona, and Master Fu gathered in the Guild’s war room, a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient scrolls, maps, and strategic plans. The room was filled with the scent of aged parchment and burning incense, a signature of Master Fu’s personal quarters.Seated at the head of the table, Master Fu steepled his fingers, his piercing eyes scanning the duo before him. “We need to discuss Gwen Mason.”Elona exhaled sharply, her expression darkening at the mention of the former queen consort of Country S. “She got away too easily,” she muttered.Alaric leaned back in his chair, his face unreadable but his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest. “Even after the ICC took over, the Mason family pulled their strings, and now she walks free on ‘bail.’ It’s a mockery of justice.”Master Fu nodded gravely. “The ICC was never going to hold her accountable. The Mason family has deep connections, and the former king… well, let’s just say he w
Kian stood at the wide-open balcony of his guest bedroom at the Guild headquarters, his fingers curled tightly around the ornate railing. The cool night air did little to ease the storm raging inside him. He had spent his life running, from the truth, from himself, from the consequences of his choices. But tonight, he could no longer hide.Behind him, the grand doors creaked open, and light footsteps approached. Elona. He knew her presence before he even turned. “You wanted to see me?” she asked, her voice calm but distant.Kian inhaled deeply, steeling himself before facing her. She looked as poised as ever, her striking features illuminated by the moonlight, but there was something else, something he had put there. A wound, not of steel or poison, but of betrayal.“Elona…” he hesitated, his throat tightening. “There’s something I need to say. Something I should have said a long time ago.” She crossed her arms, waiting. “I’m listening.”His fingers clenched at his sides before he for
The following evening, the banquet hall of the Guild of Shadows was alive with activity. The grand space had been transformed into an elegant but fortified venue. Guards were positioned at key points, watching for any sign of trouble. Elite members of the guild mingled with the esteemed guests, their presence a reminder that tonight was not just a celebration, it was a test. And Elona was at the center of it all. At the head table sat Master Fu, his keen eyes observing the room, knowing that tonight was not just about celebration, it was about revelation. Elona sat beside him, her face calm and composed, but a storm brewed within. The triplets were at a smaller table nearby, excitedly whispering to one another, while Kian sat to her other side, his expression unreadable.Then, Alaric walked in. Dressed in a sharp black suit, exuding dominance, his icy blue eyes swept the hall before landing on Elona. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still between them. But before he could tak