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I stood frozen, the phone still pressed to my ear long after Daniel had hung up. His words echoed in my mind: “This changes everything.” There was something in the way he’d said it, something I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t the threat of retaliation that scared me—it was the strange sense of satisfaction in his voice, like he had seen through me, through my mercy, and twisted it into a weapon I wasn’t prepared for.I should have felt victorious. I’d made my move, and I was still in control—for now. But that gnawing feeling deep in my gut wouldn’t go away. This wasn’t over. It wasn’t even close.As I pulled away from the desk, I caught sight of my reflection in the window. The city lights flickered in the glass, but the woman staring back at me looked haunted. Hollow. What have I done? I wondered, for just a moment, if sparing Daniel had been a mistake. Not because of the power it gave him, but because of the doubt it left in me. Was I strong enough to hold on to this control? Or had I alr
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The walls of the café felt as if they were closing in on me. Ava’s words hung heavy in the air, each syllable weighing me down. My mind raced to process what she had said—Daniel knew about the files, and now my company was under attack. I’d expected backlash, but not like this. I thought sparing Daniel would give me a sense of control, a way to show that I wasn’t like him. But mercy had turned into a double-edged sword. I leaned forward, staring at Ava. "How does he know?" Her hands trembled as she gripped her coffee mug. "He has people everywhere, Emily. You know that. And now... now he's found a way to strike where it hurts." Oliver, standing just behind me, shifted uneasily. "We should have expected this," he muttered, his tone sharp but not unkind. "He was never going to let this slide." I clenched my fists under the table, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “I thought I had control. I thought...” My voice faltered as frustration boiled over. “I gave him a chance, and thi
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I didn’t waste a second. As soon as I saw the message with Mikey’s photo, the world around me narrowed into a single thought: Protect them at all costs.“Ava, grab your things,” I said urgently, already pulling up my contacts. “We need to get to Mikey.” Ava’s panic simmered just beneath the surface, but she nodded, scrambling to grab her purse. Oliver was already on his feet, the phone pressed to his ear. "I’m calling in a favor. One of my guys can get to the school before we do." I knew Oliver’s connections ran deep—he had always been the kind of man who thrived in the gray spaces, where power meant knowing the right people. But even with his influence, we were racing against a ghost. Whoever was behind the messages had a frightening advantage. I clenched my phone in my hand as we headed toward the car. “We’re not just moving Mikey. We’re going off the grid.” Ava’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” “I mean no phones, no familiar places, nothing that can be tracked. We’ll fi
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The cabin was supposed to be a safe haven. The fire crackled gently in the hearth, and the scent of pinewood filled the air, but no amount of warmth could ease the tension in the room. I glanced at Mikey, sitting cross-legged on the rug with his toy truck, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking beyond these walls. Ava sat close to him, her eyes flickering with worry as she toyed with her late mother’s locket. Oliver stood by the window, scanning the tree line, his expression sharp and unreadable. The enemy had struck once before—and I knew they would try again. Just as I let out a breath, the silence shattered. My phone buzzed on the table, making us all jump. Oliver whipped his head toward me, his hand instinctively brushing the concealed weapon at his hip. I grabbed the phone. Another message.I opened it with trembling fingers, and my heart sank as the words came into focus: “Your time is running out, Emily. You thought you could keep them safe? Check the front door.”A c
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The cabin was still, save for the crackling of the fire. Ava sat with Mikey curled in her arms, the boy’s little head resting against her shoulder. Oliver learned by the door, his hand close to the pistol on his belt. Tension filled the air, thick and suffocating. I stared down at the crumpled photo in my hand. The missing piece of the puzzle was finally surfacing—someone from Mom’s past she’d tried desperately to forget.Dominic Vale. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. My fingers trembled as I traced the edges of the torn photograph, where part of a man’s shoulder was just visible. He’d been there once—standing next to Natalie in the same picture she kept hidden for years. A memory stirred, vague and distant. Dominic was a ghost from a life Natalie had buried before she became our mother—a part of her existence she never wanted us to know. But now, with Natalie gone, Dominic had re-emerged, determined to unravel everything she’d built.I could feel the walls closing in. "
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The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls of the cabin. My pulse raced as the gravity of Dominic’s message settled deep in my bones. He was coming, and it wasn’t just about me—it was about Mikey. The walls of safety I thought I’d built around us suddenly felt flimsy, like paper ready to ignite. I sat down hard on the worn leather armchair by the fire, trying to catch my breath. Dominic Vale. A man my mother had worked tirelessly to erase from her life—and now I had to uncover everything about him. Somewhere in those forgotten threads of the past lay the answer, but it felt like grasping at smoke. Ava hovered near Mikey, brushing the curls from his forehead. She shot me a glance, her expression unreadable, but I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes. “What does he want with us?” I closed my eyes, reaching back into the tangled mess of memories—moments with Natalie, the fragments of whispered conversations, and the constant undercurrent of secret
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Dominic’s voice slithered through the crack in the cabin door like a nightmare-given life. I felt Ava tense beside me, her grip on Mikey tightening protectively. Oliver's knuckles whitened around the gun’s grip as he edged the door open wider, scanning the night with calm precision. But I knew better—this wasn’t over. Dominic wasn’t the type to walk into danger without a plan. He’d waited too long for this moment, and everything about the way he spoke told me we were already playing into his hands.“Show yourself,” Oliver growled, his voice steady. A rustle of leaves. A shadow shifted. Then, out of the darkness, Dominic Vale stepped into the weak moonlight.He was taller than I remembered, his presence heavy and deliberate. The years had etched lines of cruelty and cunning into his face, and his eyes—icy blue, identical to Ava’s—gleamed with malice. But there was also something else in those eyes: triumph. As if he’d been savoring this moment for years, waiting for the perfect time
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The heavy door slammed shut behind Marcus, the echo reverberating in the cold room as adrenaline coursed through my veins. My mind raced, trying to absorb everything that had just happened. The woman’s revelation hung in the air like a beacon of hope, but I couldn’t dwell on it; I needed a plan. I had to escape.I leaned forward in my chair, testing the tightness of the ropes binding my wrists. If I could just shift a little… The chair creaked as I strained against the bonds, feeling the fibers begin to loosen. My heart pounded in time with the ticking clock on the wall, each tick a reminder that time was running out.Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. The moment of truth was here. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, readying myself for whatever came next. The door opened, and one of Marcus's henchmen stepped in, a sneer plastered across his face.“Well, well, look who we have here. Still think you’re tough?” he taunted, stepping closer. This was it.As he leaned down to
