Isabel’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating. Every day since Emerson discovered Lilith’s body had vanished, we lived in a state of constant vigilance. His paranoia bled into every corner of our lives, infecting even the briefest moments of calm.I sat near the window, watching the late afternoon sun filter through the blinds, its light fractured and fragmented—much like my thoughts. Across the room, Emerson was pacing furiously, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice, sharp and demanding, echoed off the walls.“Find out who took her,” he growled. “I don’t care how long it takes or what resources you need—just get me answers.”He paused to listen, his jaw tightening.“No clues? That’s not an excuse. If you fail, you know the consequences.” His tone dropped, cold and deadly.I winced, my stomach twisting at his words. When he finally ended the call and threw his phone onto the nearby table, the silence that followed felt heavier than his anger."You shouldn't take it out on yo
Isabel’s POVThe room fell into a tense silence as Caleb burst in. His sudden entry and hurried announcement sent a ripple of unease through us all.Caleb’s face was flushed with urgency. His chest was rising and falling as if he had sprinted all the way here.I hadn’t seen him since the kidnapping incident. Aside from the occasional call to check on my condition, he’d been conspicuously absent. It was so unlike him—I couldn’t help but wonder where he had been all this time.Emerson, who had been pacing by the window with clenched fists, turned sharply. His eyes narrowed at the sudden interruption. Robert straightened in his chair, his usual calm giving way to visible curiosity and suspicion. As for me, I felt my heart skip a beat. I was torn between hope and disbelief.“So, Caleb? What’s the good news?” Emerson’s voice was sharp. His frustration at being left waiting was evident.Caleb froze, as though realizing only then that the room was crowded. His eyes darted between me, Emerson
Isabel’s POV"You're right, Robert," Caleb said, his tone firm as he nodded in agreement with Robert’s stance. He turned to Emerson, his expression softening just a fraction. "Come on, cousin," he urged, his voice attempting to carry some calm into the increasingly tense atmosphere, "put your personal vendettas aside, just this once. Nothing is more important than saving Isabel's life."Emerson’s jaw clenched as if he were about to snap back with some retort, his temper flaring under the weight of his frustration. But then, after a brief moment, something seemed to shift in his expression. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He finally nodded in reluctant agreement."You're right," he muttered, his voice low but steady, "Thanks for sharing the information with us, Caleb."I could feel the tension in the room ease, just a little. Caleb let out a quiet sigh, as though some weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He turned to me, his gaze more vulnerable than I ha
Isabel’s POVCaleb’s exaggerated impression of Margot lingered in my mind, leaving me in a whirl of mixed emotions. Margot knew everything—far more than I had ever given her credit for. It wasn’t just coincidence driving her actions. No, she had known me long before she ever crossed paths with Caleb. And in her quiet, unassuming way, she had been protecting me all along. Weaving a web of support I hadn’t even realized I needed.The weight of that realization settled over me. A mix of gratitude and unease stirred within. Gratitude for her vigilance, for her silent strength. Unease because of how little I truly understood her motives—or the lengths she had gone to in order to shield me.Her brother, Sebastian—or Elias, as I had come to know him—must have kept her informed. Dr. Vargas, ever the enigmatic figure, must have shared updates about my condition. And Margot wasn’t just passively receiving information. She was actively piecing it all together, connecting dots I didn’t even kno
Isabel’s POVCaleb's blush deepened, creeping up his neck and painting his ears crimson. He tried to wave off my question, his tone flippant. "What are you saying, sister? You know I’ve just said goodbye to my first love." He threw a pointed glance at Emerson as if that would somehow deflect attention from him. Emerson and I exchanged a knowing look. We both understood who Caleb meant… Me. The air in the room tightened, though only for a moment. Caleb’s confession for me was something neither of us had spoken of aloud since it had happened, and time had dulled the sting of it. Still, the weight of his words hung faintly between us, like a fading echo.Robert stood nearby, watching us with a detached curiosity. He was perceptive but hadn’t pieced together Caleb’s past feelings. Not that it mattered now. Caleb’s demeanor told me what he felt for Margot was different. There was a rawness to it. A vulnerability to him that hadn’t been there before. This wasn’t the same childlike infatu
Isabel’s POVThe room was thick with tension, the kind that makes every breath feel heavier. All eyes were on Caleb as he clutched his phone tightly. His face shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions—hope, worry, disappointment. Finally, he hung up.“What did she say?” Emerson’s voice was sharp, impatience lacing every word. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as if willing Caleb to spit out the answer.Caleb exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “A key ingredient,” he said flatly. “There’s a shortage.”Emerson frowned, his tone incredulous. “A shortage? There’s nothing in this world I can’t get if I set my mind to it.”But Caleb shook his head. “This isn’t about money or power, Emerson. The ingredient… it’s unique. And only one person knows how to find it.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering toward me. “It’s Isabel’s father.”The words hit me like a physical blow. My father? My stomach twisted as a hundred questions surged to the surface, but none of them found my lips. I was
Isabel’s POVEmerson paced like a caged lion, his movements restless and agitated. The tension in the room thickened with each heavy footfall. “I don’t know who the buyer was,” he finally admitted, his voice low but sharp with frustration. He dragged a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched as if trying to hold himself together.“How is that even possible?” Robert asked, his tone laced with disbelief.“I didn’t oversee the transaction myself,” Emerson muttered, the words coming out like a reluctant confession. His shoulders sagged for a brief moment before his frustration reignited, his fists tightening at his sides. “I left it to my subordinates.”The room erupted into chaos.“You left it to your subordinates?” Caleb’s voice was incredulous, his expression one of disbelief and anger. “How could you be so careless with something so important?”Robert jumped in, his voice sharp. “You were so blinded by your hatred for Mr. White that you didn’t even care where his assets ended up? What
Isabel’s POV“You’ve got some nerve,” Emerson growled, his tone a mixture of fury and disbelief. His movements were sudden, like a predator closing in on its prey. In a flash, he lunged at Sebastian, grabbing him by the collar with a violence that made everyone in the room flinch. “How the hell did you get in here? This place is highly secured.”“Emerson!” I shouted, but my voice was drowned out by the tension crackling between them.Sebastian, in stark contrast to Emerson’s fury, remained eerily calm. He met Emerson’s rage with cold, disdainful eyes, as though the physical attack barely registered. With an almost casual motion, he broke Emerson’s grip. He brushed his collar as if erasing the evidence of the encounter. “Do you think your men can stop me?” he said, his voice as smooth and cutting as glass.He stepped back and gestured toward the hallway behind us. “Why don’t you look for yourself?”The change in Emerson’s expression was immediate. His usual confidence faltered as his
Isabel’s POV“You’ve got some nerve,” Emerson growled, his tone a mixture of fury and disbelief. His movements were sudden, like a predator closing in on its prey. In a flash, he lunged at Sebastian, grabbing him by the collar with a violence that made everyone in the room flinch. “How the hell did you get in here? This place is highly secured.”“Emerson!” I shouted, but my voice was drowned out by the tension crackling between them.Sebastian, in stark contrast to Emerson’s fury, remained eerily calm. He met Emerson’s rage with cold, disdainful eyes, as though the physical attack barely registered. With an almost casual motion, he broke Emerson’s grip. He brushed his collar as if erasing the evidence of the encounter. “Do you think your men can stop me?” he said, his voice as smooth and cutting as glass.He stepped back and gestured toward the hallway behind us. “Why don’t you look for yourself?”The change in Emerson’s expression was immediate. His usual confidence faltered as his
Isabel’s POVEmerson paced like a caged lion, his movements restless and agitated. The tension in the room thickened with each heavy footfall. “I don’t know who the buyer was,” he finally admitted, his voice low but sharp with frustration. He dragged a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched as if trying to hold himself together.“How is that even possible?” Robert asked, his tone laced with disbelief.“I didn’t oversee the transaction myself,” Emerson muttered, the words coming out like a reluctant confession. His shoulders sagged for a brief moment before his frustration reignited, his fists tightening at his sides. “I left it to my subordinates.”The room erupted into chaos.“You left it to your subordinates?” Caleb’s voice was incredulous, his expression one of disbelief and anger. “How could you be so careless with something so important?”Robert jumped in, his voice sharp. “You were so blinded by your hatred for Mr. White that you didn’t even care where his assets ended up? What
Isabel’s POVThe room was thick with tension, the kind that makes every breath feel heavier. All eyes were on Caleb as he clutched his phone tightly. His face shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions—hope, worry, disappointment. Finally, he hung up.“What did she say?” Emerson’s voice was sharp, impatience lacing every word. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as if willing Caleb to spit out the answer.Caleb exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “A key ingredient,” he said flatly. “There’s a shortage.”Emerson frowned, his tone incredulous. “A shortage? There’s nothing in this world I can’t get if I set my mind to it.”But Caleb shook his head. “This isn’t about money or power, Emerson. The ingredient… it’s unique. And only one person knows how to find it.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering toward me. “It’s Isabel’s father.”The words hit me like a physical blow. My father? My stomach twisted as a hundred questions surged to the surface, but none of them found my lips. I was
Isabel’s POVCaleb's blush deepened, creeping up his neck and painting his ears crimson. He tried to wave off my question, his tone flippant. "What are you saying, sister? You know I’ve just said goodbye to my first love." He threw a pointed glance at Emerson as if that would somehow deflect attention from him. Emerson and I exchanged a knowing look. We both understood who Caleb meant… Me. The air in the room tightened, though only for a moment. Caleb’s confession for me was something neither of us had spoken of aloud since it had happened, and time had dulled the sting of it. Still, the weight of his words hung faintly between us, like a fading echo.Robert stood nearby, watching us with a detached curiosity. He was perceptive but hadn’t pieced together Caleb’s past feelings. Not that it mattered now. Caleb’s demeanor told me what he felt for Margot was different. There was a rawness to it. A vulnerability to him that hadn’t been there before. This wasn’t the same childlike infatu
Isabel’s POVCaleb’s exaggerated impression of Margot lingered in my mind, leaving me in a whirl of mixed emotions. Margot knew everything—far more than I had ever given her credit for. It wasn’t just coincidence driving her actions. No, she had known me long before she ever crossed paths with Caleb. And in her quiet, unassuming way, she had been protecting me all along. Weaving a web of support I hadn’t even realized I needed.The weight of that realization settled over me. A mix of gratitude and unease stirred within. Gratitude for her vigilance, for her silent strength. Unease because of how little I truly understood her motives—or the lengths she had gone to in order to shield me.Her brother, Sebastian—or Elias, as I had come to know him—must have kept her informed. Dr. Vargas, ever the enigmatic figure, must have shared updates about my condition. And Margot wasn’t just passively receiving information. She was actively piecing it all together, connecting dots I didn’t even kno
Isabel’s POV"You're right, Robert," Caleb said, his tone firm as he nodded in agreement with Robert’s stance. He turned to Emerson, his expression softening just a fraction. "Come on, cousin," he urged, his voice attempting to carry some calm into the increasingly tense atmosphere, "put your personal vendettas aside, just this once. Nothing is more important than saving Isabel's life."Emerson’s jaw clenched as if he were about to snap back with some retort, his temper flaring under the weight of his frustration. But then, after a brief moment, something seemed to shift in his expression. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He finally nodded in reluctant agreement."You're right," he muttered, his voice low but steady, "Thanks for sharing the information with us, Caleb."I could feel the tension in the room ease, just a little. Caleb let out a quiet sigh, as though some weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He turned to me, his gaze more vulnerable than I ha
Isabel’s POVThe room fell into a tense silence as Caleb burst in. His sudden entry and hurried announcement sent a ripple of unease through us all.Caleb’s face was flushed with urgency. His chest was rising and falling as if he had sprinted all the way here.I hadn’t seen him since the kidnapping incident. Aside from the occasional call to check on my condition, he’d been conspicuously absent. It was so unlike him—I couldn’t help but wonder where he had been all this time.Emerson, who had been pacing by the window with clenched fists, turned sharply. His eyes narrowed at the sudden interruption. Robert straightened in his chair, his usual calm giving way to visible curiosity and suspicion. As for me, I felt my heart skip a beat. I was torn between hope and disbelief.“So, Caleb? What’s the good news?” Emerson’s voice was sharp. His frustration at being left waiting was evident.Caleb froze, as though realizing only then that the room was crowded. His eyes darted between me, Emerson
Isabel’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating. Every day since Emerson discovered Lilith’s body had vanished, we lived in a state of constant vigilance. His paranoia bled into every corner of our lives, infecting even the briefest moments of calm.I sat near the window, watching the late afternoon sun filter through the blinds, its light fractured and fragmented—much like my thoughts. Across the room, Emerson was pacing furiously, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice, sharp and demanding, echoed off the walls.“Find out who took her,” he growled. “I don’t care how long it takes or what resources you need—just get me answers.”He paused to listen, his jaw tightening.“No clues? That’s not an excuse. If you fail, you know the consequences.” His tone dropped, cold and deadly.I winced, my stomach twisting at his words. When he finally ended the call and threw his phone onto the nearby table, the silence that followed felt heavier than his anger."You shouldn't take it out on yo
Lilith’s POVAt first, there was only darkness. A deep, endless abyss of darkness.Was I… dead? The thought clawed at my mind. No. There was too much pain. Dead people didn’t feel pain.Then, I noticed voices floating around me. They sounded faint and garbled, like a distant conversation submerged underwater."Vitals are stable for now.""Prep the next injection.""Is she conscious? Increase the dosage if necessary."My entire body screamed in protest, every nerve ablaze. I could feel tubes piercing my skin. They constricted my movement, tethering me to something sinister.Blinking against the blinding light above me, I squinted to take in my surroundings. The air was damp and carried a faint metallic tang that reminded me of blood. The walls were dark, almost black, and slick with condensation. As if the place itself was alive, breathing. Machines beeped methodically around me, and shadows moved beyond the sterile glow of overhead lights.A group of people dressed like doctors hovere