ICE'S POV:
As soon as I came out of my car, I immediately saw Iciest from afar while obviously waiting for me since he was also looking in my direction. I closed the door of the car and walk to where he was standing. He smirks at me as I look at him boringly.
I stop in front of him and rolled my eyes but he just chuckled and put his hands around my waist while pulling me into a tight hug. It made the people around us widen their eyes and gasp in shock but I don’t really care about it. I pushed him gently which made him loosen the hug but instead of being offended, he just look at me with a smile.
"Hello, Love." He mumbled softly with the hint of happiness in his voice. I look at him intently and observe his face. I frown and realized that even his smile was just faint and simple, h
ICE’S POV: I looked at him for a second and smiled because his eyes reflect sincerity. I sighed again. "You can court me, Iciest. We should have figured out our feelings together. I knew that I am still confused right now, but I am taking this chance to figure things out with you." I replied to him. His smile became bigger and I just find myself being hugged by him. "Thank you so much, Love." He softly whispers and I hug him back. I don't know if this is a good idea but all I know now is that I don't want to lose him. I felt secure around him and whenever I am with him, I felt like I am home. I couldn't have unplugged it but my cellphone suddenly rang causing me to pick it up. "Excuse me, Iciest. I need to take this call." I told
ICE’S POV: "What is it then?" I eagerly asked her and waited for the next information she would spill out. She looked at me for how many minutes and hesitation was still written on her face, but when she saw how eager I was, she sighed and nodded her head. "I was guessing that you have a twin brother, Empress." His answer in a serious tone caused me to look at her in disbelief. "Do you know anything about that?" She asked with a serious expression. I didn’t answer, but instead, I looked at her face to know if she was kidding or something. However, she was still looking at me intently without any hint of joking on her face. "Wait, are you sure about what you are saying?" I asked her again because as far as I knew I was an orphan after my parents died and the only relative I have is my grandfather. If this is true, I guess grandpa will not keep this important information to me, right? Wait, something is definitely not right about what is happening to me right now. Why there are
Third Person’s POV: Ice was preparing for the party and she was wearing a red seductive off-shoulder cocktail that was only knee-length. He wore red cigarette heels too and blue contact lenses. She put light makeup on her face and a wig that consisted of wavy hair and bangs. She looked at her appearance in the mirror and when she was satisfied, she immediately put on her black mask with a touch of gold glitter on it. A deep sigh escapes from her lips as she looks at her reflection in the mirror for the second time. She doesn’t know if it was because of frustration, confusion, or many other emotions that were combined since the day she knew about the fragments of her identity. She doesn’t know what to feel or what to do anymore since answers seem to be hard to find. Sometimes she even asks herself if she would be ready if the truth suddenly flashed before her own eyes. She can’t even think of the possibility of being happy knowing that she might form the puzzles and make herself wh
Third Person’s POV:After giving her short response to Kiana, she wore the woman's clothes slowly while frowning since it was a bit hard to do. After how many minutes, she successfully remove them all before undressing herself also. “I didn’t know that removing someone else clothes would be this tiring.” She mumbled boringly. Kiana, Ice, and Xercel on the other line who heard her just rolled their eyes while Jensen just chuckled because of it.“We don’t have any choice, now hurry up!” Kiana told her with an irritated tone. She frowned, “Fine.” She spits out with an uninterested tone and dresses the woman in the clothes she is wearing earlier. After she put her clothes on the woman, she immediately stood up and look at the clothes that she was holding. It was black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a black vest.Actually, these were the usual outfits of some waitress that she saw, the only difference is that this has a logo of a snake that was wrapping its body with a golde
THIRD PERSON'S POV:About what happened earlier, Jaycel was fast since she didn't even say anything when she walked out of the locker room, she was almost a guard earlier. Good thing Kiana called Storm instantly when this happened knowing that someone should help Jaycel since she wasn't good at communicating.Now, Jaycel was faced with a bunch of little guys again. She frowned but due to the thought that she need to succeed on this mission, she signal the children to keep quiet since they are still terrified, Jaycel tried to reassure them even though she doesn’t have any clue on how to do it. “Be quiet, okay? I will try to help you so all you have to do is to keep quiet.” She told them softly while the kids slowly stop crying as well. And they gradually nodded their head to agree with what she said. Jaycel smiled and untie all the ropes from the children’s hands first with the knife she was carrying. "Jaycel, can you create a commotion later?" Kiana asked her from the other line bu
THIRD PERSON'S POV:"Storm, get out of there before anyone else comes!" she ordered her friend.“Got it!” Storm replied and face his people. “Let’s get out of here, it’s not safe for us anymore once they call some backups and they will catch us here.” She told them. “Yes, ma’am!” They answered in unison.After that, they immediately climbed the wall using the ropes they threw over through the other side of the fence. After they climbed and jump while landing safely on the ground, they immediately got into their respective cars.Storm entered one of the vans they brought but she didn’t start the engine immediately. Instead, she looks at the building again with worry in her eyes. "Are we really leaving, Kiana? How about Empress and the others?” She asked worriedly through the earbuds she was wearing.Kiana shook her head even though no one can see that gesture. "Of course not, the Empress might need help later, Storm." She answered with a serious expression. She was still busy monit
THIRD PERSON'S POV: “Use a grenade! Let those fuckers explode!” She heard someone shout which brought her cold sweat.Ice calm herself and gritted her teeth in pain, "All of you leave, now!" This order caused everyone to look in the direction of the forest at the same time and worry became the very first emotion they came up with because of their leader."No! Empress, I will go there. I’ll come to you!" Jensen said in a panic. Only one thing comes to their minds, Ice must not die. Not today, not a chance.Ice wasn’t just a leader, she is their friend, their protector, and their savior during those times that they thought they can’t survive. "Don't you dare! If you come here, I will punish you severely, all of you!" Ice threatened in a very cold voice as she gritted her teeth to stop herself from hissing in pain. She even chanted all the swear words she could think of because of her situation now. All of them didn’t have the chance to say and do anything except praying Ice’s safety
THIRD PERSON'S POV:Since Ice was having a fever nonstop and at anytime her body temperature will just rise for some reason which made the couple worried but then again, they knew that it was just the effect of the poison.Ice’s situation made the old woman decide to look out for her so she stayed by her side and wipe her body with a wet towel once it happened. She also put a wet and clean towel on Ice’s forehead to lessen the heat. "What do you think happened to this child, Alfonso?" She asked her husband as she felt that it was coming toward her.She was just looking at Ice who was still sleeping peacefully with so many bandages from her feet to her neck.When the old man arrive in front of the bed, he put his hand on his wife's shoulder softly and sighed as he look at the peaceful face of Ice as well. "I don't know either, Mirasol.” He replied with a helpless sigh. “Good thing that the poison wasn’t that strong enough to kill her for how many hours of not getting the bullet out
ICE’S POV:"Mommy!" I heard History's excited voice echoing through the house, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew he, along with his dad, Iciest, and his brother, Chronicles, were eagerly waiting for me and our little angel, Legend. With a fond shake of my head, I anticipated History's imminent arrival in the room that Iciest and I shared.I glanced at my 2-year-old daughter, her vibrant violet and green eyes meeting mine. She had inherited those striking eyes from me. Gently, I dressed her in a beautiful blue dress, carefully placing a delicate white flower tiara on her head before braiding her hair. It was a marvel to think about the journey that had led to this point—after everything that had transpired, the unexpected gift of another baby had caught Iciest and me by surprise. Recollecting a past conversation with my two older children about their desire for a third sibling once their parents reunited (which, unbeknownst to me at the time, referred to me and Iciest), I had decid
ICE’S POV:As my arms encircled him, I could feel his body tremble beneath my touch. It was clear that his façade was cracking and that the tough exterior he tried to project was giving way to the pain he held within. I gently turned him to face me, his tear-streaked face a testament to the battle raging inside him."It's going to be alright, brother," I murmured, my voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. I held his gaze, willing him to believe my words. "Your sister will not leave you again." His eyes, usually so guarded, seemed to soften with a glimmer of hope as our connection deepened.Yet, as we stood there locked in our embrace, something shifted in Grayson. His defenses crumbled, and the floodgates he had erected against his feelings began to open. The sound of his sobs, raw and heartbreaking, reached my ears, and I felt a pang in my chest. This was his pain, his vulnerability laid bare, and I was honored that he chose to share it with me.Tears welled up in my
ICE’S POV:Guns were drawn, tension hung thick in the air, and it seemed like a standoff was about to erupt, but amidst the pointed weapons, only Zia and I stood without weapons, locked in a chilling gaze. With a wry smile, Zia's voice slithered forth, her words carrying a mocking tone: "Well, isn't this a cozy gathering? Traitors' offspring all grown up. What a delight."My response wasn't as amusing as hers. I fixed her with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Why drag me, my brother, and those who matter to me into this? What's the point of involving us in the tangled mess our parents made that wasn’t our problems in the first place?"Zia's laughter rippled, a bitter melody in the midst of the charged atmosphere. She fired back, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, come on. Did you really expect me to roll out the red carpet for you just because your parents are the culprits and it doesn’t include you?"I didn't grace her question with an immediate ans
THIRD PERSON’S POV:On the other side, "Calvin, Travor, and Kiana reached the main entrance, spotting guards converging on the control room."Calvin whispered, "We're not too late. Let's go."They engaged the guards in a swift and calculated skirmish, taking them down one by one with a combination of martial prowess and precision.Travor took down a guard as he whispered, "Marcus and Jerry must be in trouble. We have to hurry."Kiana knocked out a guard as she mumbled, "Agreed. Let's clear the way."On the other side, Alfer, John, and Daryl pressed forward, their movements fluid as they navigated the dimly lit corridor.Alfer checked the corners as he mumbled, "Keep pushing. We're almost there."Suddenly, a group of guards rounded the corner, spotting the infiltrators.John smirked as he mumbled, "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."Daryl cracked his knuckles as he muttered, "Let's give them a taste of our skills."A fierce battle ensued as the infiltrators clashed with the g
THIRD PERSON’S POV:The group wasted no time, moving with calculated precision. Zee sat hunched over a bank of monitors, fingers dancing across the keyboard as lines of code scrolled across screens along with Taylor.Arthur leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the surveillance feed showing the imposing structure of Zia's base across the street. Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them.Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter."Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises."Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working."Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtua
ICE’S POV:Inside, an ensemble of guards stationed throughout offered their respectful greetings. It was a familiar routine, and their commitment to our children's protection never wavered.Venturing deeper, we were met with a heartwarming sight. On the couch, our two children were engrossed in their tablets, undoubtedly lost in the world of their game company—an endeavor they had taken upon themselves.My throat gave a subtle cough as we entered their line of sight. In response, their heads snapped up in a mixture of surprise and sheer delight.The room was alive with a sort of controlled chaos. I watched as History hopped off the sofa with a reckless enthusiasm that sent a pang of worry through me. His father's voice, laced with pure concern, rumbled like a soothing undertone, "Be careful, baby!"Chronicles, his older brother, didn't hold back either. His words came out in a stern, almost icy tone, but beneath that frostiness, concern flickered like a hidden flame: "Slow down, Histo
CALVIN’S POV:Meanwhile, Grayson sat alongside Zee, the enigmatic figure responsible for the intricate hacking that fortified Ice's group. Learning that Zee led the faction known as Antares stunned everyone, even Arthur and Luke, cyber experts themselves, who had worked under her leadership for so long. I made a mental note to uncover the backstory behind Grayson and Zee's connection when the timing was right.Other than Ysabelle, Taylor, and Arthur, who were already acquainted, the rest of the newcomers had just arrived this morning. The dynamics in the room were captivating—a mix of camaraderie and curiosity, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.Amidst the hum of conversations, what puzzled me was the trio from Jaycel's team; their gaze was locked onto Travor. He remained unfazed by their judgmental stares, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He seemed impervious to their scrutiny as he goaded the mother of his child, her simmering anger evident yet contained.Within this intrica
ICIEST’S POV:Her response carried a scoff, her voice tinged with humor despite the situation: "I'm keeping it in check. You know me, I've got this. We're nearly at your location, so sit tight."A frown creased my brow, her words stirring a different kind of unease. Swiftly, I retorted, "Don't play it down too much. I'll be waiting right here, wife. Just get back safely."The tension in the air was thick as I clenched my fist, waiting for her response. The seconds felt like an eternity until her voice finally broke through the silence."I will," she replied, her words hanging in the air like a promise. The call ended, leaving me with a mixture of relief and uncertainty.As the call ended, I turned my gaze to Grayson, who seemed to release a breath he had been holding. There was a tension in the air that still lingered, but some of it seemed to ease with his reaction.Calmly, I advised, "Let's give them a few minutes. They should be arriving soon."My prediction wasn't off, as mere mom
GRAYSON’S POV:I nodded, my exhale carrying the weight of my anxiety. Just when it seemed like the call would go unanswered once more, I glanced at my sister, her expression unwaveringly frosty.My hope was fading, and desperation clawed at me, but then, miraculously, someone picked up the call. It took every ounce of restraint not to burst into a jubilant shout—a reaction completely out of character for me.I had never been one to wear my emotions on my sleeve, nor did I usually indulge in sentimentality. My demeanor was typically as chilly as a winter breeze, and my interactions with others were marked by detached professionalism.But in the face of recent events, my perspective has shifted. I had come to realize that I was no longer an island, no longer alone. Their well-being had become paramount to me, and I would do anything to keep them safe from harm.As soon as Calvin answered the call, I hit the loudspeaker button, ensuring Ice and Iciest could listen in on our conversation.