Isabel’s POVA chill ran down my spine. My body went rigid as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. My mind was racing faster than I could voice.The memory of the jewelry store confrontation resurfaced with haunting clarity. It hadn’t been a hallucination from the drugs—I had seen through Lila’s disguise, seen the truth lurking beneath. I had seen her.Lilith.“Emerson,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute, “listen to me. I’m completely clear-headed right now. I need you to hear me.”He turned to me fully, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. “I’m listening, Isa. I know—the drugs have worn off. What is it?” His voice was steady, but I could sense the tension beneath it. The way he braced himself for whatever I was about to say.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to slow down, to make the words come out in a way that made sense. “It’s Lilith,” I said, the name tasting like poison on my tongue. “Lila was never just Lila. She was Lilith all along.”His brows furrowed, confusion flic
Isabel’s POVThe doctor’s voice rang in my ears like a distant echo. "Does anyone here have a matching blood type? The boy needs a transfusion immediately."My breath hitched, and in an instant, I was dragged back in time—to that moment in the hospital when I had first learned the truth. When my blood had saved Liam’s life, and in return, had revealed that he was my son. I had gone so long believing my son was dead. But then, in the stark coldness of a sterile hospital room, fate had thrown me the truth. That moment had changed everything. And now, standing here again, staring down a doctor who needed my blood to save Liam, I felt history repeating itself.But this time, it was so much worse. Liam’s life hung in the balance.“I’m a match,” I said quickly, stepping forward. There was no hesitation. No doubt. I would give him every drop of my blood if it meant he would open his eyes again.The doctor nodded briskly and took me to be tested. My mind was racing the entire time. My pulse
Isabel’s POVElena sat on the hospital bed, her tiny legs swinging anxiously. Despite the exhaustion evident in her posture, she held her head high, determined to be strong. My heart swelled with pride and grief at the same time. She was so young, yet she had just given her own blood to save her brother’s life.The doctor assured us that while she couldn’t donate much due to her age, it had been enough to keep Liam stable until the blood bags arrived. Still, the knowledge that she had been put through such an ordeal made my stomach twist. She was only a child… Our child.Liam was finally out of immediate danger, but the doctor insisted he remain in the ICU for observation. I hated the sight of him lying there, so still, his small body covered in wires and monitors. It was unnatural. He should have been running around, laughing, causing mischief. Instead, he was fighting to recover from something no child should have to endure.Elena tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy… is Liam going to be o
Isabel’s POVThe small, dimly lit room felt heavier than the weight of the secrets we were about to unravel. Eric, Emerson, and I sat in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. I could hear the faint sounds of the hospital outside—the distant beeping of machines, the soft murmur of nurses passing by—but inside this room, time had stalled.Eric was the first to break the silence. "I suppose it's time you know everything," he said, his voice laced with something unreadable—anger, perhaps, or sorrow. "I've been looking into your past for a long time, Isabel. I never told you because I wanted to protect you. But after everything that has happened, I can’t stay quiet any longer."I swallowed hard. My past was something I had learned to live with, but never something I had entirely faced. There were too many wounds, too many buried nightmares I wasn’t sure I could handle revisiting.Eric met my eyes, his expression softening just slightly before he turned his gaze to Emers
Lilith’s POV"What? You want to change back to your old face?"The woman in front of me didn't even look up as she spoke, her voice laced with contempt and utter boredom. She was in her fifties, yet not a single wrinkle marred her flawless skin. Her body, toned and striking, was a testament to her wealth and vanity. She sat elegantly on the edge of a metal counter, her fingers idly playing with a small vial of serum. The dim, sterile light of the underground lab reflected off the glass, casting eerie patterns across the walls.I clenched my fists. Of course, she wouldn’t take me seriously—not at first. But I was done playing games."I’ve completed the task my father gave me," I said, my voice steady, though my stomach twisted with unease. "I no longer want to bear this disgusting face."That got her attention. Scarlet finally turned to face me, a slow, amused smirk curling her lips. She tilted her head slightly, as if studying me for the first time."Completed?" she repeated mockingl
Sebastian/Elias's POVThe basement was the same as ever—cold, damp, and stinking of rust and decay. Dust swirled in the dim light from the single flickering bulb, casting erratic shadows on the cracked stone walls. But this time, I wasn’t the one in chains.“Kill him.” Alistair’s voice was sharp and commanding, his outstretched hand pointing at a young man kneeling a few feet away. He couldn’t have been much older than nineteen, his face drawn and gaunt from fear. His chains rattled as he tried to inch backward, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.I didn’t hesitate.I lunged forward, my foot connecting with his chest before he could react. He crumpled to the ground with a strangled gasp. Without missing a beat, I dropped to one knee, my hands locking around his throat. His pulse fluttered beneath my fingers, his breath hitching as I tightened my grip.He struggled—weakly at first, then more desperately, his fingers clawing at my wrists. But I was stronger. Faster. Bette
Sebastian/Elias’s POVScarlet’s voice was razor-sharp, slicing through the tension-laden air. “I never meant for my nephew to be dragged into your web of danger, Alistair.” Her eyes burned with a fury I hadn’t seen before. Yet there was something else lurking beneath it—regret. Guilt.Alistair, as always, was unimpressed. He gave a dismissive wave, his mouth curling into an infuriating smirk. “Spare me the theatrics, Scarlet. He dragged himself into this when he started meddling with my operation. You want to play the remorseful aunt now? Too late.” His gaze turned to me, and his voice took on a condescending edge. “You should be thanking her, Elias. She’s the one who made those delightful little concoctions running through your veins.”Scarlet stiffened, but she didn’t deny it. “I never gave you permission to use them on my family members.“And since when do I ask for permission?” Alistair sighed, as if the conversation bored him. “Since you’re so concerned, why don’t you give him
Isabel’s POVMy husband Emerson hadn't come home for a whole week. I stayed in our huge villa all alone, waiting. The grand mansion with marble floors and chandeliers felt empty and cold without him.I placed a hand on my big belly and hoped he'd come back soon. I’ve been having strange, severe headaches lately. At 7 months pregnant, that wasn’t normal. We had to go for a pregnancy check-up.Where was he? My heart ached with worry and fear. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.Our life together had always seemed perfect. Emerson, a successful businessman, had swept me off my feet. We had everything—wealth, status, a beautiful home and a baby on the way.But recently, things changed. He seemed distant. I tried to ignore the signs. But the longer he stayed away, the harder it became to believe everything was fine.I tried to keep myself busy. I rearranged the nursery, folding tiny clothes and organizing baby toys. Each little onesie and stuffed animal made me
Sebastian/Elias’s POVScarlet’s voice was razor-sharp, slicing through the tension-laden air. “I never meant for my nephew to be dragged into your web of danger, Alistair.” Her eyes burned with a fury I hadn’t seen before. Yet there was something else lurking beneath it—regret. Guilt.Alistair, as always, was unimpressed. He gave a dismissive wave, his mouth curling into an infuriating smirk. “Spare me the theatrics, Scarlet. He dragged himself into this when he started meddling with my operation. You want to play the remorseful aunt now? Too late.” His gaze turned to me, and his voice took on a condescending edge. “You should be thanking her, Elias. She’s the one who made those delightful little concoctions running through your veins.”Scarlet stiffened, but she didn’t deny it. “I never gave you permission to use them on my family members.“And since when do I ask for permission?” Alistair sighed, as if the conversation bored him. “Since you’re so concerned, why don’t you give him
Sebastian/Elias's POVThe basement was the same as ever—cold, damp, and stinking of rust and decay. Dust swirled in the dim light from the single flickering bulb, casting erratic shadows on the cracked stone walls. But this time, I wasn’t the one in chains.“Kill him.” Alistair’s voice was sharp and commanding, his outstretched hand pointing at a young man kneeling a few feet away. He couldn’t have been much older than nineteen, his face drawn and gaunt from fear. His chains rattled as he tried to inch backward, but there was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.I didn’t hesitate.I lunged forward, my foot connecting with his chest before he could react. He crumpled to the ground with a strangled gasp. Without missing a beat, I dropped to one knee, my hands locking around his throat. His pulse fluttered beneath my fingers, his breath hitching as I tightened my grip.He struggled—weakly at first, then more desperately, his fingers clawing at my wrists. But I was stronger. Faster. Bette
Lilith’s POV"What? You want to change back to your old face?"The woman in front of me didn't even look up as she spoke, her voice laced with contempt and utter boredom. She was in her fifties, yet not a single wrinkle marred her flawless skin. Her body, toned and striking, was a testament to her wealth and vanity. She sat elegantly on the edge of a metal counter, her fingers idly playing with a small vial of serum. The dim, sterile light of the underground lab reflected off the glass, casting eerie patterns across the walls.I clenched my fists. Of course, she wouldn’t take me seriously—not at first. But I was done playing games."I’ve completed the task my father gave me," I said, my voice steady, though my stomach twisted with unease. "I no longer want to bear this disgusting face."That got her attention. Scarlet finally turned to face me, a slow, amused smirk curling her lips. She tilted her head slightly, as if studying me for the first time."Completed?" she repeated mockingl
Isabel’s POVThe small, dimly lit room felt heavier than the weight of the secrets we were about to unravel. Eric, Emerson, and I sat in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. I could hear the faint sounds of the hospital outside—the distant beeping of machines, the soft murmur of nurses passing by—but inside this room, time had stalled.Eric was the first to break the silence. "I suppose it's time you know everything," he said, his voice laced with something unreadable—anger, perhaps, or sorrow. "I've been looking into your past for a long time, Isabel. I never told you because I wanted to protect you. But after everything that has happened, I can’t stay quiet any longer."I swallowed hard. My past was something I had learned to live with, but never something I had entirely faced. There were too many wounds, too many buried nightmares I wasn’t sure I could handle revisiting.Eric met my eyes, his expression softening just slightly before he turned his gaze to Emers
Isabel’s POVElena sat on the hospital bed, her tiny legs swinging anxiously. Despite the exhaustion evident in her posture, she held her head high, determined to be strong. My heart swelled with pride and grief at the same time. She was so young, yet she had just given her own blood to save her brother’s life.The doctor assured us that while she couldn’t donate much due to her age, it had been enough to keep Liam stable until the blood bags arrived. Still, the knowledge that she had been put through such an ordeal made my stomach twist. She was only a child… Our child.Liam was finally out of immediate danger, but the doctor insisted he remain in the ICU for observation. I hated the sight of him lying there, so still, his small body covered in wires and monitors. It was unnatural. He should have been running around, laughing, causing mischief. Instead, he was fighting to recover from something no child should have to endure.Elena tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy… is Liam going to be o
Isabel’s POVThe doctor’s voice rang in my ears like a distant echo. "Does anyone here have a matching blood type? The boy needs a transfusion immediately."My breath hitched, and in an instant, I was dragged back in time—to that moment in the hospital when I had first learned the truth. When my blood had saved Liam’s life, and in return, had revealed that he was my son. I had gone so long believing my son was dead. But then, in the stark coldness of a sterile hospital room, fate had thrown me the truth. That moment had changed everything. And now, standing here again, staring down a doctor who needed my blood to save Liam, I felt history repeating itself.But this time, it was so much worse. Liam’s life hung in the balance.“I’m a match,” I said quickly, stepping forward. There was no hesitation. No doubt. I would give him every drop of my blood if it meant he would open his eyes again.The doctor nodded briskly and took me to be tested. My mind was racing the entire time. My pulse
Isabel’s POVA chill ran down my spine. My body went rigid as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. My mind was racing faster than I could voice.The memory of the jewelry store confrontation resurfaced with haunting clarity. It hadn’t been a hallucination from the drugs—I had seen through Lila’s disguise, seen the truth lurking beneath. I had seen her.Lilith.“Emerson,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute, “listen to me. I’m completely clear-headed right now. I need you to hear me.”He turned to me fully, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. “I’m listening, Isa. I know—the drugs have worn off. What is it?” His voice was steady, but I could sense the tension beneath it. The way he braced himself for whatever I was about to say.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to slow down, to make the words come out in a way that made sense. “It’s Lilith,” I said, the name tasting like poison on my tongue. “Lila was never just Lila. She was Lilith all along.”His brows furrowed, confusion flic
Isabel’s POVThe hospital corridors stretched endlessly before us, sterile white walls closing in like the cold grip of fate. The sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nostrils, and my heart pounded so violently in my chest that I feared it might burst. Emerson’s grip on my wrist was tight as we rushed forward, weaving through doctors, nurses, and worried families. But there was only one person I wanted to see—Liam. My baby. My son.As we rounded the corner to the surgical ward, my breath caught in my throat. Caleb sat hunched on a bench outside the operating room, his face buried in his hands. His usually confident posture was shattered, replaced by a shell of a man drowning in regret. The fluorescent lighting above cast a sickly glow over his slumped figure.Before I could speak, Emerson charged forward and yanked Caleb up by the collar."How the hell did this happen?" Emerson's voice was raw with fury, shaking with barely contained rage. "You were supposed to keep him safe!"Caleb di
Isabel’s POVThe room felt like it had been stripped of oxygen. My breath hitched, and my fingers tightened around the edges of the table."Alistair is back?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.Emerson nodded grimly. "It was only a rumor at first, but now it’s confirmed. He’s been moving in the shadows. We don’t know exactly what he’s planning yet."I looked at Margot, who had gone pale. Her fingers trembled as she gripped the back of a chair. The color drained from her face, but her expression hardened in determination."It has to be him," she said, her voice breaking with restrained fury. "He took my brother. I knew something felt off... Elias wouldn't just disappear without leaving a trace."My mind was reeling. Elias had been missing for almost two weeks. His silence had been deafening. Now, knowing that Alistair was involved, any hope we had left was beginning to wither.Margot’s breathing quickened. "I have to find him. Now. Every second I wait—""Margot, stop!" I grabb