The shadows of the vault appeared to draw nearer, encircling Alexander like a suffocating shroud. The ominous silence following the video feed was deafening. His mind raced as the face on the screen burned into his memory, a face he had trusted, a voice he once relied on.Mason was the first to speak, breaking the heavy stillness. “Alexander, we need to get out of here. If they know we’re in the vault”“They already knew,” Isabella interrupted, her voice trembling but steady. “That was a warning. Whoever’s behind this wanted you to see them.”Alexander’s eyes stood fixed on the empty screen. His jaw tightened, and his fists clenched firmly at his sides. “This was not merely a caution,” he stated icily. “This was a declaration of war.”Mason moved closer, his hand still resting on his weapon. “Then we’re sitting ducks. Let’s move before”Footsteps reverberated from the hallway beyond the vault. Loud, intentional footsteps that intensified with every second.“They’ve arrived,” Isabella
The blast thundered through the room like a wild creature set free, tearing apart metal and rock. Alexander scarcely had a moment to respond before the shockwave slammed him into the wall. The force took his breath away, and for a frightening instant, everything around was still.Dust and grime choked the atmosphere, and soft moans pierced the heavy silence. Alexander's lungs ached as he pushed himself to keep going, every breath shaking in his chest. His sight became unclear, but his father's journal shone brightly among the debris. It lay partially buried beneath fragments of glass and metal, itsleather cover burnt but undamaged.Coughing, he moved toward it, disregarding the intense ache in his side. His fingers closed around the journal just as Mason’s voice cut through the haze.“Alexander! Are you alive?”Alexander clenched his jaw and rose, swaying as the room whirled. "I'm present," he said roughly. “Isabella?”A quiet cry answered him. He turned, straining to see through th
“Stop the car” Alexander shouted his voice harsh, piercing over the engine's roar. Mason slapped the brakes, sending the black SUV to a halt on the snowy road. The screech of tyres resonated across the mountain pass, and the sheer drop into the abyss on one side was a sobering reminder of how dangerous their situation had become. “What now?” Mason demanded, holding the wheel firmly. Alexander didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pushed open the door and stepped out into the frigid night, his breath producing clouds in the icy air. He turned back toward the ablaze remains of the Dealer’s estate in the distance, flames licking the dark sky. “We’re not running,” Alexander responded, his voice low but adamant. Mason and Isabella exchanged a glance, then followed him out. “Alex,” Isabella continued, her tone guarded, “we barely made it out alive. Whoever attacked the estate won’t hesitate to come after us next.” “Let them come,” Alexander answered, his jaw squeezing. “We can’t kee
"Keep going!" Mason's barking pulled Alexander across the smoke-filled hall.Gunfire sounded behind them, each shot a sober reminder of how near danger was. Alexander’s mind raced as they weaved through the chaos, his thoughts entangled in anger, betrayal, and desperation. Lucian, Alexander’s half-brother has had some partnership crept so far into Steele Enterprises.“Stay with me, Alex” The voice of Isabella drew him back to the situation. She was immediately behind him; her usually calm manner broke under duress.They arrived at the stairway and slammed the large door behind them. Mason leaned against it, his weapon ready, as Isabella scrambled with a keycard to activate the emergency escape path.“What the hell just happened back there?” she asked, her voice cracking. “Who is Lucian? And why does he believe he can take over Steele Enterprises like it’s some little game?”Alexander shook his head, his chest heaving. “He’s not just anyone. He understood precisely what he was doin
"We need to move," Alexander whispered, his voice a low grumble as the safehouse lights sparked threatening. Isabella stared at him from behind her laptop, her face pale. "I just intercepted another message from Lucian. It's coded, but the heading is clear: he's targeting the board members." Mason grumbled under his breath, pacing the small room. "He's dividing our focus. If we separate to defend them, we're weaker. But if we don't, we risk losing Steele Enterprises entirely." Alexander glanced out the window, the city's lights startling the darkness."He wants me off balance to take over my inheritance." "Then don't give him that satisfaction," Mason snarled. "We would hit him where it hurts." Alexander turned, h. "by so doing, I risk more collateral damage? No. We need leverage Something that would compel him to make a mistake." Isabella's fingers sped over the keyboard, her brows wrinkled in concentration. "I might have something," she said. "There's a trail small, though almo
The last thing he saw was Mason slumping alongside him, the sound of approaching footsteps echoing in his ears. Then, everything went dark.The gas burned gently in Alexander's lungs as he battled to regain consciousness. It was now a struggle between death and life as the shadows engulfed him like a stifling blanket. The air was chilly on his skin, his body felt heavy, and his head hurt. He gently opened his eyes to realize he was bound to a chair in a dimly lighted room with basic concrete walls.Across from him, Mason was leaning against another chair, moaning as he woke up. “Welcome back,” a familiar voice said slowly. Alexander turned abruptly toward the sound, his instincts blazing to life. Lucian appeared in the doorway, a threatening sneer playing on his lips. He was perfectly dressed, as always, in his neat suit and polished shoes, a stark contrast to the loneliness of their surroundings. “You look tired out, Alex,” Lucian teased, coming closer. “Didn’t think you’d fall f
But before he could lift it, a harsh crack resonated across the air, and Lucian staggered, grasping his arm. Jane came from the shadows, a burning revolver in her hand. “Not yet,” she answered, her voice frigid. Alexander glanced at her, surprised and distrustful. Was she an ally or simply another participant in Lucian’s deadly game?----The chilly air sliced into Alexander’s skin as he lurched onward, the adrenaline from their escape, beginning to run off. Mason maintained pace with him, gripping his side where a stray bullet had wounded him during the chaos. Behind them, Jane’s footfalls were steady, her presence, a mix of relief and worry. They took temporary refuge in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The warehouse inside was dark but the were lengthy shadows of brightness over the area. “Let me see,” Alexander responded, referring to Mason’s wound. “It’s nothing,” Mason groaned, but he didn’t object as Alexander tore a piece off his shirt to fashion a ma
The sound of Jane’s muffled scream resonated in Alexander’s ears as he spun swiftly, his heart pounding. The low light pouring through the damaged warehouse windows highlighted her form, held by one of Lucian’s men. Her eyes were wide with dread, her struggles fruitless against the tall man holding her. Alexander froze. Jane wasn’t meant to be here. He had been so careful, making sure she and Mason were far away from this turmoil. Yet here she was, trapped in the crossfire, a struggle she didn’t comprehend. “Alex!” she shouted out, her voice cracking. “They found me!” Lucian’s laughter resonated across the area, a chilly, mocking sound that sent chills down Alexander’s spine. “I warned you, Alex. Your weakness for others would endanger you.” “Let her go,” Alexander shouted his voice firm despite the panic tearing at his chest. Lucian inclined his head, faking attention. “I could, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, you haven’t given me what I want yet.” The flash drive. The so
"Lucian, I need answers." Isabella’s voice quivered as she stood before him in the dimly lit study. Her pulse raced, and she tightened her hands to firm her determination. “No more games, no more cryptic warnings. Tell me the truth about your past with Alexander and why you're doing this”Lucian sat back in his chair, a dark smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. “Ah, Isabella. You finally come seeking the truth. But are you sure you can take it?”“Don’t say that I asked of it,” she hissed, edging closer. “If you want me on your side, then stop hiding behind riddles. What is the feud all about?”Lucian laughed, twisting the tumbler of whiskey in his palm. “The feud, as you call it, isn’t just about Alexander. It’s about justice. Your dear Alexander didn’t simply harm my family—he destroyed it and you’ve been playing into his hands all along.”Her stomach twisted at his words, but she refused to back down. “If that’s true, why haven’t you shown me some proof? You keep da
“You’ve been meeting and seeing Lucian behind my back?” Alexander’s voice pierced through the room. He stood at the window. His hands were fixed in his trousers pocket, and his stare drilled into Isabella, who had just entered the room. Isabella paused mid-step, the allegation striking her like a slap. “Alexander… I can explain.” Her voice trembled, exposing her anxieties. “Explain?” He smiled, his tone filled with anger. “What could you possibly explain? That you’ve been conspiring with the same guy trying to ruin me? That you’ve been lying to my face this entire time?” “I wasn’t plotting anything with him!” Isabella yelled. “Lucian approached me, and I was trying to figure out what he wanted. I did it for you!” “For me?” Alexander's laughter is devoid of humour. “That’s a good one, betrayal in the name of protection? How noble of you, Isabella.” “Betrayal?” She took a step forward, her voice increasing. “You’re the one I should tag a betrayal. How many secrets
" what more are you hiding from me, Clara?" Isabella’s voice quivered with anxiety. Her arms were crossed firmly as if she might hide herself from yet another discovery. "First, you confess to knowing secrets about Lucian, and now this? I feel like I’m drowning in falsehoods." Clara scratched her forehead, breathing forcefully. "Look, Isabella, I realize this is overwhelming but if you keep questioning me, we might lose time to attach up with him. Lucian isn’t waiting around for us to sort things out. He’s already ahead of the game." "Is that supposed to be comfort words to me?" Isabella shot back, her tone dripping with disdain. "Because it doesn’t. For all I know, you may still be working with him of which I can’t even tell. Maybe this is all part of his plan." Clara slapped her hands on the table. "I told you; I am not loyal to that serpent! He wrecked my life like he is doing yours. Fine. If you don’t want my assistance no problem, but stop behaving as if you could
“Clara,” Isabella’s voice was low. “Why are you helping me?”Clara stood by the wall, folded her arms, and smiled broadly. "Do you believe I’m doing this just because I’m kind-hearted?" she asked, her voice soaked with mockery. "No, Isabella, I'm assisting us because I also have an issue with Lucian. At this moment, we both have a shared enemy.”Isabella glanced at Clara, confusion twisting in her thoughts. "Lucian? What do you know about him?"Clara’s grin faded, her eyes hardening. “More than you think. But right now, you need to listen closely, because this goes deeper than you could ever think. Lucian has been tugging the strings behind all of this—between you, myself, and Alexander. He’s been manipulating us, setting us against one other.”Isabella took a step forward, her pulse hammering. “No... you’re lying. Why would he do that?”“Because he knows that the enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Clara remarked with a gloomy chuckle. “He’s been manipulating us both to weaken
"Isabella," Alexander's voice broke through silence, as he came into the room. His look fixed upon hers. "What's going on with you today? You’ve been avoiding me since in the morning."Isabella glanced up from the papers in front of her, her heart beating. She had spent hours pondering Lucian's offer, caught between the weight of his words and her strong love for Alexander. Now, the time had come. "I want us to talk," Isabella began, her voice firm but frigid. "It’s about your past. About what you've been hiding."Alexander’s countenance tensed, his eyes blazing with something unreadable. “What are you talking about? You’re being theatrical, Isabella.”"No," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper as she took out the folder she had been holding all morning. The file seemed like it weighed a ton in her hands, each paper within it a piece of the truth she had unearthed. “I’m not being dramatic. You lied to me, Alexander. All these years, you’ve been hiding things fr
"Lucian," Isabella's voice quivered as she stood frozen awaiting Lucian's arrival at the office corridor after closed work, her facial expression was more of confusion. "What do you mean by that earlier?"Lucian’s face remained unreadable, his eyes focused upon hers. The quietness between them stretched like something heavy in the air. Finally, he began, his voice calm yet tinged with something deadly."I meant exactly what I said, Isabella." Lucian's tone changed a sparkle of something more personal flashing under his ordinary ace. "Your loyalty will be tested, and when the time comes, you’ll have to decide who you stand with."Isabella could feel her pulse rate go up, the weight of his words sinking deeper. "Stand with who? You or Alexander?"Lucian moved a step closer as if every action was planned. "What if I told you Alexander isn't who you think he is? What if I told you he’s been playing both sides all along? The reality you’ve been so anxious to ignore… it’s there in
"Isabella," Clara's voice was filled with a lovely tone as she approached the office door, her shoes tapping on the polished floor. "Alexander's been seeking for you. He needs to discuss the new merger plan with you."Isabella barely noticed her, still engrossed in the documents she was digging through on Alexander's desk. Her eyes wandered across the room. The item on his desk was a reminder of everything that had gone before his ambition to accomplish great things, his choices, and their future together. But it was the envelope, tucked under a stack of documents, that attracted her eye.She paused for a second before she carefully took it up. The envelope was sealed but contained no return address, simply her name written, tidy with familiar handwriting. Clara tried to distract her by bringing up a discussion."Clara, I'm not in the mood for gist," Isabella remarked, her voice stern. She had seen enough of Alexander's past with Clara, the tension, every time she was around, b
"You've been observing him the entire evening," Isabella said, glancing at Alexander. Alexander didn’t take his eyes off Lucian, who sat by the fire. “I don’t trust him, Isabella. He’s up to something.” “He’s just confused,” Isabella said, even if she distrust t her own words. Alexander’s gaze went to her. Isabella opened her lips to speak, but a startling snap of a stick from the outside of the camp caught their attention. Both turned immediately, their senses heightened. “Who’s there?” Alexander cried out, his voice loud. The atmosphere got heavier, weighted with an unsaid tension that sent chills down Isabella’s spine. “I’m not fond of this,” she mumbled, unconsciously edging close to Alexander. “Remain here,” he instructed his tone providing no space for debate. He rose, his hand reaching to the knife at his belt as he headed towards the direction that the sound was coming from. “Alexander, wait!” Isabella shouted, but he didn’t stop. The firelight flickered
“I can’t sleep?” Alexander's voice broke the silence of the night, capturing Isabella's attention.She looked up from her chair near the fire, her face glowing with the fire flames. "Not with all that’s on my mind," she confessed quietly.Alexander moved closer, taking a seat next to her. The warmth of his presence was comforting and disturbing, awakening feelings she wasn’t certain she desired to face.“maybe discussing might be of help,” he suggested, his tone calming.She paused briefly, then moved her head. “Talking won't make a difference, Alexander.”“It might not change the situation,” he said, his gaze steady on her. “But it might change how you feel about it.”She sighed the weight of their mission and their complicated relationship pressing down on her. "I have no idea where to begin."He extended his hand, gently moving a lock of hair from her face. The gesture was so loving that it caused her heart to race. "Start with what’s inside," he said, his hand lightly resting on h