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Chapter 82: The Message
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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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Dominic's words echoed in my mind, each syllable tightening a noose around my thoughts. Someone inside my circle had betrayed us—fed him everything he needed to tear our lives apart, thread by thread. My stomach twisted at the thought. Who could it be? Who had smiled in my face, shared my fears, only to deliver them straight to him?The photograph of Mikey burned in my hand, a stark reminder that every step we thought was safe was just another move in Dominic’s game. His smirk told me that he had planned every twist, and predicted every decision. “You look surprised, Emily,” Dominic said, leaning against the cabin’s wooden post with that same unsettling calm. “But isn’t it obvious by now? I’ve been pulling the strings all along. Every choice you made, every alliance you thought was yours—it was mine first.” Oliver tensed beside me, gripping the gun like it was the only thing anchoring him. Ava’s face was pale, her arm wrapped protectively around Mikey, who stared up at us with con
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The air in the cabin felt heavy, and suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. Dominic’s words echoed in my head, twisting my thoughts into knots. The traitor was among us. Someone close had fed him everything—our plans, our location, our vulnerabilities. But who? I stood in the center of the room, fists clenched, trying to keep my mind clear. This was no longer just a battle for survival; it was a war for everything I had ever built—my life, my family, and my company. Dominic wasn’t just after me. He wanted my entire legacy to crumble beneath him.Oliver paced near the fireplace, tension rolling off him like waves. Ava sat on the couch, holding Mikey close, her fingers running through his hair in an absentminded, protective gesture. Every creak of the cabin’s wooden floor made my pulse spike as if Dominic’s shadow was still lingering, waiting to strike. “Emily,” Oliver said, breaking the silence, his voice low and urgent. “We need to figure out what his next move is. If
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Time was running out. Each passing second brought Dominic Vale closer to executing his plan, and the weight of it threatened to crush me. But I wasn’t about to let that happen—not to me, not to Mikey, and definitely not to Emily Tech. My company was more than a business—it was my family’s legacy, and I would burn the world down before I let Dominic destroy it. Oliver paced in front of the cabin fireplace, his jaw clenched. Ava sat on the couch, holding Mikey close, her fingers combing through his hair as if the act alone could protect him. His small hands clutched her sweater, silent but aware. He knew too much for his age, and that knowledge shattered me. “We need help,” I said, breaking the silence as I stood. “I can’t fight Dominic alone. We need information—from anyone who knows how he operates, even if that means turning to old enemies.” Oliver stopped pacing, eyeing me warily. “Emily, are you sure about this? Some of those people would stab you in the back without a second t
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