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
JENSEN’S POV:After hearing Jaycel’s question, I simply nodded my head in answer.“This is bad. I think someone has already kept an eye on our movement,” I muttered with a sigh. “Does it mean that someone already knows about us?" Kiana asked beside me."I don't think so. I haven't seen or known anyone who is looking for information about us. I already blocked and hid all of our information, no one can get it.” Jaycel calmly answered as we arrived in front of the canteen.We looked at each other and entered together just to see some students with different faces walking around, while some were seated at their respective tables with their friends and laughing about something.I looked at the two women beside me, “Let’s find a table first before we order our food. It seems that many people are here today and it’s hard to find an available one.” I told them.They just nodded as we looked for an available table until we found one, which was located in a very hidden part of the place. We d
SOMEONE’S POV:I turn my attention to my driver, “Prepare the car, you need to bring me to the airport.” I told him.He lowered his head, “Yes, master.” He replied in a polite tone and bowed as well before turning his back and walking away.“I will go now,” I told them all for the last time and they just bowed at me together as I went out.My driver stop the car in front of me as one of my bodyguards open the door in the backseat. I entered the car and fix myself as my maids brought my baggage and put it in the trunk. Once they were done, my driver immediately started the engine and drove me to the airport as I sighed. I can’t help but think about many possibilities while looking out the window of the car as many trees and infrastructures were passing by.No matter what happened, I have to settle this matter and make sure that she is safe. When we arrive at the airport, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was already afternoon, I guess, I have to take my lunch on the plane. After
ICE’S POV:I looked down at myself and realized that I was wearing different clothes, which were different from my own. I also notice that I am not wearing the dress that I wore to the party anymore. How many days has it been? I guess they changed my clothes due to my state at that time. I was full of blood and dirt that night. I touched my shoulder and felt all the bandages that were wrapped around my skin from my toes up to my shoulder. I also touched the one on my head, and there was also a cloth there, which I assume that I have experienced having a fever since this time. It was a cloth with medicinal herbs on it.She may have noticed my expression, "I put bandages on your body because you have so many scratches, wounds, and bruises. Your body is also too weak now, so you should stay here to heal.” I heard her say, so I turned my attention to her. “How many days have passed since I was in a coma?” I asked her calmly. She sighed and smiled faintly but before she could even answe
XERCEL'S POV:I nodded. "What are we going to tell his grandfather now?" I asked with a helpless tone and looked in her direction.She glanced back at me for a second before turning her attention back to the road. "I don't know the answer to that either. The only thing I know is that we will be scolded at some point.” She answered in a worried tone causing me to pout."You're right, and I need a break too. I haven't slept since that night, and I even got kicked by a monkey that time.” I groaned with a frown and looked out the window."There is nothing we can do, Xercel. As much as we all need and want to rest, we can’t. We need to find her first because even though we can rest physically, I know mentally and emotionally, we are still a burden." She said with a sigh. It made me silently agree. I sighed and thought that she was right. ICE'S POV:I told them calmly, "Before I leave, I will also leave the money I have here to the both of you. I know that this can help you with your dail
ICE’S POV:I looked at the back of the old man and saw how he looked around the grocery store. I walked towards where he was standing and stopped beside him while he was still focused on looking around. I observed his expression and smiled when I saw that it was full of excitement, as if this was the first time that he had come to a place he had been dying to enter. I sighed at this thought and looked at the old man gently. I can’t help but feel sympathy for this man, but other than that, I could still say that they are somehow lucky to live in a peaceful and safe place, unlike mine. “Grandpa, just get a basket and choose the things you need and want from this store. It’s on me,” I told him softly.This made the old man turn his attention to me.He smiled, “Okay, dear. Thank you so much.” He mumbled excitedly while getting a basket beside him. I just smiled and nodded my head in answer before motioning to him to go on. I was just observing him while he was getting all the things h
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.