Maya and Zane hopped off the roof to make their way down. They hadn’t entirely moved beyond the tension between them, but something unspoken has passed between them — an understanding, a fragile truce.Zane usher back into the penthouse, movements purposeful, measured. Maya walked behind her, her mind churning.She hardly paid attention when he poured himself a drink, swirling amber liquid in his glass.“You think he’s coming back, don’t you?” Zane said suddenly, his voice steady but tinted with something darker.Maya paused before responding. “I don’t know.”Zane scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”She sighed and walked over to him. “I think Luca is a survivor. He won’t go down easily.”Zane studied her carefully. “And you’re scared of what that means.”Maya didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.Zane set down his glass. “Luca doesn’t matter anymore. He made his choice.”She turned to face him fully. “People always have a choice, Zane. You of all people should know that.”His jaw tightened
Maya’s heart pounded.She looked up at Alexander, still catching her breath, with blood continuing to drip down the side of her face. The two gunmen were died on the floor, one with a shattered skull, the other with a clean bullet hole in his head.She should be grateful.But all she felt was rage.“You don’t get to pretend to care,” she spat as she grasped the counter to lift herself. “You don’t get to just show up out of nowhere trying to be hero.”Alexander cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You’d prefer that I let them kill you?”Maya glared at him. “I had it handled.”Alexander’s lips curled. “Sure. Because it looked real ‘handled’ to me to lay on the floor with a knife to your throat.”Maya’s fists tightened. “Why are you here?”Alexander’s smirk faded.“I came to warn you.”Maya froze.Her pulse raced.“Warn me?” she repeated.Alexander exhaled. “The Syndicate wasn’t the only player in the shadows, Maya. You’ve been played for years — but you were too involved with Zane to see wh
The alley was silent.But Maya knew better.Silence wasn’t safe.This was the calm before the storm.Alexander shifted beside her, gun in hand, body taunt. His breathing was too steady, too much like a man who had spent too long in warzones.Maya’s own hand clenched on her weapon.The air shifted.Then—A shadow moved.Maya reacted first.She turned, firing three shots into the darkness.A grunt. A thud.Then—the attack began.Three men materialized, guns drawn, knives shining.Maya hit the floor, avoiding the first shot.Alexander was already moving.He confronted one assailant, driving his knee into the man’s ribs.Maya spun, kicking one in the chest. The man staggered, but as she was about to take a shot, he charged at her, knocking the gun from her hands.Shit.She pivoted, twisting. Her elbow caught him full in the throat. The man gasped, choking.Alexander shot twice, taking down another assassin.The last one hesitated.Maya saw it.The fear.And she used it.She snatched the k
The explosion tore through the docks.Heat seared the air. The wooden planks splintered, flames exploded and for that instant — all was a frenzy.The shockwave hit her, tossing Maya back. The front of her helmet slammed into the ground, ringing and debris showering around her.She spotted Zane through the smoke.Charging forward. Gun drawn. Eyes burning.Coming for her.Her heart beat violently against her ribs.But before she could go — a hand pulled her back.Alexander.“Get up!” he barked. “We need to move!”Maya’s pulse spiked. Dizzily, she pushed off the ground and looked up —Directly into the eyes of the man she thought she’d never see again.Her father.Not Charles Davis.Her real father.The man that she had been told was dead.A shiver ran down her spine.Tall. Imposing. Dressed in black, his sharp green eyes — her eyes — fixed on her like a predator studying its quarry.Maya’s breath caught.“You’re alive,” she said in a whisper.Her father’s lips curled. “Surprised?”Maya
The night erupted into war.Gunfire pierced the air. The blades of a helicopter whirred overhead, stirring waves in the black sea below. The docks, which had anointed them all, had been a deathbed, silent and empty—there was no one here to kill—and wrought with blood and flame.Maya moved on instinct.She ducked low behind a cargo crate as bullets cracked wood above her. Splinters showered down, her heart thundering in her ribs.On the other side of the battlefield, Zane was a force of nature.He moved like a predator, slow and lethal. He hardly missed, and every single bullet hit. Each movement was deliberate, measured.These assassins, however, were no ordinary men.They were trained.They were enhanced.And they weren’t there to kill.They were here to take Maya.The HuntZane saw it instantly.How the assassins maneuvered around her, blocking escape routes. They weren’t just attacking. They were herding.A shudder ran down his spine.They’re attempting to capture her.His silver e
Maya’s world tilted. Each syllable cut her raw, the words ringing in her skull.“You were never only Maya Davis.“You were meant to rule them, Maya.”No. No, it couldn’t be true.She was breathing in little, shallow gulps.Her pulse thundered. Her knees felt like they would give out.Because if this was real… If this was true…Then it had all—her whole life—been a lie.Zane’s RegretZane watched the moment the truth shattered her.Saw the betrayal flash in her green eyes.Wince with sympathy for himself.He had known. For weeks.He had uncovered the files. The experiments. The genetic engineering.The truth that Maya had been engineered, not simply born.And he had kept it from her.He had lied.To protect her.To give her time.To keep her from breaking.But now?Now Luca had torn off the bandage.And Maya was bleeding.She staggered backward.Zane reached for her—She flinched away.His chest tightened.“Maya,” he said, low, rough voice.Her eyes were blazing; she shook her head.“Y
Maya felt her breath hitch in her throat. Her heart pounded against her ribs. The revelation cut through her like a freight train, Zane’s words. Her world had just crumbled into dust, and none of it added up.She wasn’t just Maya Davis. This wasn’t just some girl who found herself in the crossfire of a war that had nothing to do with her. She was the heir to the Order.She glanced at Zane, hoping he would withdraw it, that he would claim it was a lie. But his expression didn’t change. There was no doubt, no wavering in his voice when he said it.“You were destined to rule them, Maya.”Her and him were set to meet but the heaviness of his words weighed on her.She was staring down at the gun pressed against her skull, hearing Luca’s cold laughter in her ears. He had not yet said much, but his language was poisonous. Everything about this moment felt like some kind of sordid nightmare she couldn’t escape.“You’re the only one who can bring them together,” Luca added, his voice icy, mock
The world slowed.Maya experienced all, and nothing, at the same time.Luca’s gun pressed against her temple.A breath that sunk deep like the rumble of a cannon as Zane prepared to take his shot; his silver eyes the very storm, filled with turmoil.The muffled screams, gunfire and chaos swirling around them.But in this moment — it was just those three.A trinity of hatred, power, and an irretrievable history.Luca pressed down on her arm.“Let’s end this, brother.”Zane’s jaw clenched.“Let her go.”Luca chuckled. “Oh, Zane. Still so predictable.”Maya stared at him.At the arrogance.The madness.And then she knew — he was never coming back from this.To be fair, Luca Moretti crossed the line.And he wasn’t about to turn back.Zane’s fingers ghosted his trigger. “I won’t ask again.”Luca tilted his head. Mocking. Calculating.Waiting.Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear — low enough for Zane to catch.“He does not have enough strength to kill me.”Maya moved first.The Bre
The day arrived too soon, dragging Maya back into the ice-well of their war with Gabriel. She paced the window at her penthouse, coffee clutched in hand, watching the city below her stir. The weight of last night’s meeting with Philip Marquez was still heavy in her mind. They had won a skirmish, but the war was still in its early stages.Next, her phone vibrated on the marble counter. A message from Zane.Zane: Victor got the first buyouts. Gabriel will be feeling the squeeze soon. Meet me at the office.Maya drank the rest of her coffee and replied by text.Maya: On my way.Her husband, Adrian, had already left for the day. Their marriage was a matter of practicality rather than of love. It was a strategic maneuver — a winning of alliances and of power. Love had never been in the contract.But still, she couldn’t help but ache at the thought of the what-ifs.Brushing the thought aside, she got dressed, putting on the armor of the woman she had become.Moretti Corp – War RoomZane was
Maya sat across from Zane in his office, eyes fixed on the latest reports spread across his desk. The tension between them was palpable, though unspoken. She knew that tight-jawed look—something wasn't right. Breaking the thick silence, she said, "Well? Are you going to tell me what has you so troubled, or must we sit here all evening stewing in uncertainty?"Zane didn't look up from the pages. "We lost three major investors this morning. Gabriel is sabotaging us financially just as he tried through his connections in The Order."Maya sighed heavily. "Do you have proof it's him pulling the strings?"Zane tossed the folder aside and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't need proof when I know his methods. He wants to crush Moretti Corp and he won't stop until he succeeds."Her eyes narrowed with steely resolve. "Then two can play at his game. If he aims to strangle us through our funds, we'll retaliate in kind."A trace of a smirk crossed Zane's stern features. "Spoken like a true p
The tension hanging over the room was palpable, with the weight of their impending choice bearing down on everyone. No turning back now—every action going forward could fortify their authority or shatter it completely.Maya placed her glass down deliberately against the polished table, her keen green eyes locking onto Zane’s. “If we’re moving ahead, it has to be flawless. No errors. No vulnerabilities.”Leaning in, Zane returned her gaze with calculated intensity glowing in his silver eyes. “I agree. We strike where they least anticipate financially, strategically. We take control before they realize what’s transpiring.”Sprawled casually in one of the leather chairs, Victor let out a low chuckle. “You two truly have a way of making corporate warfare sound sexier than shootouts.”Maya arched a brow. “Because it is.”Luca smirked from across the room. “I have to admit, witnessing this side of you, Maya, is unexpected. You appear to be genuinely enjoying the challenge.”Maya exhaled, cr
Maya perched at the head of a long glass conference table in Moretti Corp’s executive suite, tightening her grip on the edge of the financial report before her. The numbers did not seem to be adding up. Billions were on the move — just not where they were meant to be.She let out a breath through gritted teeth, forcing the unsettled feeling in her gut to subside. If this was what she suspected it was, they had a much bigger problem then The Order’s politics.Zane wore the endless scruff of a day’s stubble, and as he stood facing the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling window, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. That was how he’d been all morning — still, methodical, his mind racing a hundred moves ahead. But Maya knew him too well.He was waiting. For confirmation. For proof. For the moment he was able to flip the game on its head.Maya broke the silence. “We have a leak.”Zane didn’t turn around. “How bad?”Maya swallowed. “Bad. Money is being siphoned off in dribs and
In the conference room, everything was polished elegance. In the center was a long, dark wooden table with high-backed leather chairs surrounding it. The quiet hum of brief conversations and the sound of footsteps down the hall indicated the weight that had become almost palpable in the air of the building itself. Helena tapped her fingers lightly on the table as she stared through the window. She was not thinking of the view, or of the empire to which she belonged; she was thinking about the invisible chessboard before her. Today, it wasn’t bloodshed or conquest; today, it was about manipulation, persuasion and control.Her thoughts are broken by the sound of heels snapping against the marble floor. She gazed upward, her frigid eyes meeting the silhouette that walked in.“You’re late,” she said, her tone smooth, though with a sharp edge.“I had some… business to take care of,” Elena said, the smile on her face a little tight, insufficient. She stepped toward the table, each step long
“Well I tried.” Maya said calmly, drumming her fingers on the sleek, polished surface of the table. Tall windows poured in the morning light, bathed the skyline in gold. It was nearly serene — if not for the storm brewing deep down.This was an alternate type of battlefield. No guns. No explosions. Only power, strategy and control. And in many respects, it was more perilous than any of the wars they had fought.Zane worked his cufflinks and his cool silver eyes drifted around the room as executives filed in, all advancing a few steps like cats on concrete, gripped by a primal instinct not to step on toes. They’d all heard Curator General’s whispers — about Gabriel, about the fall of The Order’s inner circle, about the man who had scratched and clawed his way to the top with his trademark ruthlessness.Now? They were wondering if he could hold it.Victor stretched lazily in his seat next to Maya, his smirk curling as he leaned in. “Tell me, princess, are you ready to watch your husband
It was dark in her study, Maya realized, as she sat at the mahogany desk with her fingers hooked over the side, going in circles. The weight of their decision sat heavy in her ribs, smothering, but also electric. They were heading into a war they had no guarantee of winning. And yet, there they were, opting to attack first.His face unreadable, Zane stood at the window, his silver eyes riveted to the line of the city skyline. He was like a soldier prepped for the fight, his body still, his mind a flurry of adjustments.Maya exhaled. “You really think this is going to work?Zane didn’t turn around. “It has to.”Maya leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “That’s not an answer.”Zane finally looked, and his eyes were keen. “Doubting it before we even get started isn’t either.Maya clenched her jaw. “I’m not doubting it. I’m being realistic. Gabriel isn’t Julian. He’s smarter. More connected. If we falter if we allow even a split in this plan he’ll rip us apart before we can eve
Maya’s pulse raced as Luca’s words hung above the group like a heavy smoke. Gabriel Laurent.It wasn’t one of those surprises that should have caught her off guard. The Order was not about cleanliness. There was nothing trustworthy about its leaders. But to hear Luca say it so casually—as if it were the most natural thing in the world—knotted her stomach.Zane reclined in his seat, his silver eyes shrewd, calculating. He wasn’t responding, which meant he was getting creative.Luca smirked. “You look like a man trying to ascertain if I’m lying.”Zane exhaled. “That’s because I am.”Luca let out a low chuckle. “And?”Zane’s fingers rapped the table slowly and deliberately. “And you’re great at misdirection.”Luca clutched a hand to his chest, mock-offended. “That hurts, brother. Truly.”Maya clenched her fists. She hated this. The games, the deceits, the endless mind games where everyone was deceiving, and the only way to live was by out-lying everyone else.She exhaled sharply. “If Gab
Maya couldn’t sleep.She lay in bed, watching the ceiling, hearing the tick-tock of the clock up on the wall. And it was late — too late — but all that had transpired kept her awake.Her father was gone, at least from the world. For now, the Order had been fooled. But Gabriel’s warning was still ringing in her ears.“If I discover that you are lying, I will put a bullet between your eyes myself.”Maya sucked breath between her teeth, rolling onto her side. They were playing with fire. One wrong move and not just her life would be at stake — Zane’s, Victor’s, Elara’s.How the hell had these gotten here?A knock at the door roused her from her thoughts.She sat up, heart beating a little fast. “Come in.”The door creaked open; Zane stepped through a moment later, his silver eyes bright even in the pallid gloom. He was still wearing his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie looser. Also, he looked like he hadn’t slept.Maya sighed. “You too?”Zane smirked slightly, shutting the door behind