Bailey’s POVI ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding in my chest. Fear surged through my veins, and every step felt like it could be my last. There was no looking back—I couldn’t afford to. My body was weak and exhausted, each breath a struggle, but I couldn’t stop. I dared not stop. Not until I was far enough away from them.I ran for what felt like miles, my legs giving out, but I forced myself to push forward. Eventually, I slowed, my breath ragged, as I came to a halt in the middle of a deserted road. I was surrounded by nothing but silence and darkness, the only sound my frantic breathing. The world seemed to stretch on forever, empty and abandoned. I had no phone, no means of communication, and I didn’t recognize a single landmark. It was as if I had entered a ghost town.“Oh God, help me. What have I done?” The words left my lips in a whisper, barely audible in the vast emptiness. My knees buckled, and I hunched over, resting my hands on them to steady myself
Bailey’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been unconscious. Time seemed to stretch and bend in ways I couldn’t understand. My body was heavy and disoriented, and as I began to regain some sense of my surroundings, I felt the sharp bite of cold water on my skin. My heart jolted, and I immediately jerked upright, trying to gather my bearings. But something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.I tried to move, but I couldn’t. My arms and legs were bound, and the tightness of the ropes restricted even the slightest motion. Panic surged through me as I realized I was sitting in a chair, helpless, trapped. My skin tingled from the cold water, and my body trembled, not just from the chill, but from the fear that flooded my senses.Gradually, my mind began to piece together the events that had led to this moment. But the more I thought, the more the memories seemed fragmented and distant, as though they belonged to someone else. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t make sense of the puzzle that was
Bella’s POVI watched as Lucas’s jaw tightened. The subtle shift in his expression told me everything I needed to know—he wasn’t happy with what I had just said. But there was no turning back. I had made up my mind, and nothing was going to change that. I wanted to be with Nado, and I could feel the weight of that decision settling into my chest. The emotions swirling around me were intense, but my resolve was firm.Lucas opened his mouth to speak, but I could see the hesitation in his eyes. His words stumbled over each other.“You can’t possibly want to be with him. You’ve just met him! I’ve been here for so long. You know I’ve changed, Bella. I changed for you, and you know I would treat you right. We would have been married if not for the fact that our wedding was canceled three years ago. And you know it was all a lie!”I sighed, shaking my head. “I already explained that to you, Lucas. But it’s just too much. It’s always one bad news after another with you. It’s never a happy end
Lyla’s POVWith trembling hands I gripped firmly on my phone while staring at the picture of Collin closely wrapped around his supposed ex - girlfriend as though she was the actual love of his life or as though she was Bailey, my sister. My stomach twisted, filled with a mixture of both fury and nausea gradually rising in my throat. With everything happening? How could he? Did he ever love my Bailey? Or was it just a pretense while he waited for the return of his ex-girlfriend? “Wait, what if she was just a bait in all of this. I said all this to no one in particular, I stood up pacing around my room deep in thoughts, thinking of every possible way to get my sister Bailey released unharmed. But the more I paced, the more inconclusive my thoughts were”. Bailey was my priority and no matter how hard i tried to focus, it still didn't make any sense. On a second thought, whatever Collin was doing behind my back could wait, I had more important and pressing concerns to address. I pi
Lyla’s POVThe following evening Chad and I invaded Collin’s house unexpectedly. The entrance door wasn't locked and was slightly open. We stood there unsure whether to knock and wait for him to come open up or just use the opportunity to gain entrance unannounced and who knows we could probably catch him right in the act of cheating on my poor sister. We entered quietly ensuring no noise was heard, not even the creaking sound coming from the door as soon as it was pushed open. The lights were still on, and I could visibly see movements through the curtains, but I exhaled sharply in order to avoid any tension which was already rising from within me. Chad sensing my unease, calmly held my wrist reassuring me that he's by my side. An instant wave of peace came upon me and just like magic it worked. “Thank you, Chad," I said softly. He looked at me with confusion written all over his face, you're welcome he said with a smile forming at the corner of his lips”. I took a step further
Bailey’s POVThe damp air of the warehouse made it difficult for me to breathe; it reeked of urine stench, and the surrounding area was in ruins with abandoned properties. I sat there wondering how long the place has been used as their hideout for torturing their victims. The cold metal handcuffs dug deep into my wrists; I had virtually lost count of how many hours I had been there, yet the weight of exhaustion pressed down on my body like a rock. My body ached severely from being tied up for so long, but I needed to remain strong. I can't give up yet, not now, not ever. “Hello! Anybody ther”e? I called out but got no replies. Where have they all gone to? This would have been the best time to escape, but fuck, I've been bound to the seat just so I won't escape like the previous time. Suddenly the door clicked and then was flung apart; there he was standing with a smirk on his face, smiling mockingly at me, Raphael—my worst nightmare. I shifted slightly, wincing in pain as the br
Lyla’s POVThe kicks in my tummy were becoming consistent these days; my little ones have been stressed like their mother; I barely had time to rest, totally forgetting about my clinic visit for my routine check every week. For the past couple of weeks, the only thing that has occupied my mind was the thought of getting my sister Bailey released from the hands of those mafians. My poor sister, I just wonder how badly she's been treated by those ruthless people, and to even think it's her husband, Collins, that orchestrated all these is so unbelievable. I sat in my car; my grip on the steering wheel was so hard that my knuckles hurt. The city lights shone outside the windshield, but all I could focus on were Vanessa’s words echoing in my head."You give yourself up, and Bailey goes free."It wasn’t just a trade; it was a trap, a test. And worst of all, a message.They wanted me, not just because of Bailey. Not just because of the mafia.Because of something I didn’t know yet.A deep
Bailey's POVAs I sat there staring aimlessly into the darkness of the room, my pulse pounding in my ears as Rafael’s footsteps vanished away, yet his cruel smirk lingered in my mind. I was free from the chair but not from him and definitely not from this nightmare, or so I thought. I still couldn't believe that Collin, whom I love and got married to, doesn't even care if I get hurt or not; he was even in close communication with these people. The image I saw earlier of him standing with that woman wouldn't leave my head either. With trembling hands I gently rubbed at the raw skin where the ropes had been. With the room still dimly lit, the harsh light above made it impossible for me to see beyond the shadows.I have to be strong, she said barely audibly, forcing herself to think past the fear growing in her chest.“Indeed, Rafael had played his game well in planting a seed of doubt and worry deep into my mind.” The truth was glaring at me right in the face, yet I refused to succu
Lyla’s POV I experienced insomnia after Becky’s Funeral. Not because I was grieving her. I had lost every iota of love, care and respect for Becky long before she ever became my enemy. But her final letter wouldn’t leave my head.“Look deeper into Collins”.It played like a song in my mind. Every moment he helped me. Every time he’d shown up when no one else could. Every secret he shouldn’t have known. And worse—every moment I had trusted him blindly.So I started digging quietly. I wasn't so sure of who next was lurking around for information or who next would betray my trust and take my loyalty for granted again. I had to be extremely careful. The first clue was phone records. I used an old contact at the Ministry of Defense’s cybersecurity division. I gave her a burner phone, no names mentioned. Just asked her to run metadata on Collins’ calls during the week before and after the Karev Ball.What came back made my stomach drop.Multiple encrypted calls. One number repeated mor
Lyla’s POVTwo days had passed since Becky’s second arrest, and yet sleep refused to find me.The girls slept peacefully in their cribs. Jace kept watch with Collins, coordinating a full sweep of our home, background checks on staff, even double-tapping security lines. But I felt it in my bones—this wasn’t over.Becky’s warning rang like church bells in my head.“She’s already chosen her next target.”Who was she?I paced from one end of the room to the other, my mind clouded with who this "Architect" could be. I mean, she knew virtually everything about me, she's definitely someone closer than I thought. But who exactly is she? She stood there in an undisclosed underground facility outside the city, watching surveillance footage from a dozen screens. She was undeniably endowed, her fashion sense was top notch, her long brown hair flowed freely across her shoulders. She wore black gloves, rarely spoke, but when she did, her voice was as smooth as velvet, and as sharp as a blade cut
Lyla's POV Three Months After The city had resumed an unusual tempo. Even as Becky’s incarcerated, rumors continued to spread. Since the ball, my public presence has been sparse, consisting of brief media remarks and meticulously planned charity events. My twins were flourishing, yet I remained vigilant. Not entirely. Jace hadn't either. The brother of the Prime Minister—Nathaniel Marlowe—had disappeared from the public spotlight. No formal announcement. No media inquiry. It felt like he had been silently deleted. However, I remained more vigilant. And there's this change I felt around Bailey, I sensed it more whenever she went outdoors. Discussions changed as she walked by. Even Bailey’s grin didn’t shine in her eyes as it used to. "I looked into Marlowe's final activities," Collins remarked, sitting in the hideout they currently utilized for confidential discussions. "Two days following Becky's arrest, he took a private jet using a fake identity." Lyla lifted an eyebrow. "Whe
LYLA'S POV My head pounded with each passing second. The room was thick and full of tension, the dampness in the air biting into my skin like icy teeth. My mouth was dry because I was terribly dehydrated, my lips had turned chapped. My wrists were severely bruised from the coarse rope used to tie me up in place. Becky stood there in the shadows with her arms crossed. Her pale blue eyes glittered with an intensity I couldn't recognize. It seemed as though it came from a mind long fractured, her expression unreadable laced with venom. “ So you mean you really don’t remember?” Becky said softly. “Of course you wouldn’t. You've always had the perfect life.Rich, protected and you never lacked anything, while I suffered for years watching you outshine me, but it all ends today. And there is Jace and your fairy tale romance. What about Bailey, clinging to your every word? The media worshipping you like a goddess. And me?” She paused, her voice cracked. “I was the one who cleaned up
Lyla's POVThe days merged together from the hospital bed, the sterile white walls constantly reminding me of how quickly everything could change in an instant. Jace always stayed by my side. He dozed in the chair, occasionally curled up at the base of my bed. Bailey frequently visited as well, bringing snacks and tales that would make me chuckle. I despised being trapped in this place, feeling ineffective as the world beyond continued to progress. "You'll be gone before the ball," Bailey comforted one afternoon, sitting on the windowsill. "Everyone has been asking about you." The ornaments are amazing, and can you believe it? The Steel Minister is arriving by plane with his group. "That hasn't occurred in years." I struggled to smile. “Perhaps the twins are already engaging in their initial act of defiance—ensuring that mommy gets her rest.” Bailey chuckled, yet her eyes lost some brightness. She consistently acted that way whenever she was concealing something. “What is that?” I
Lyla's POV After the recent happenings and stress from the past weeks, I had the most sound sleep anyone could ever think of, from all the sweet talks and feet massage I recieved from Jace the previous night, the cuddling and passionate love making we had, oh, how I missed the way he makes me feel. Then waking up the next day at exactly 11:30am to breakfast, brunch, specially prepared by Jace. He can be such a sweetheart. I smiled and thanked God quietly in my heart for the gift of him. Hey, angel, there are varieties of dishes all for you, make your choice and eat to your satisfaction, there's more from where that came from, he winked and smiled at me as he waltzed into the bathroom. About 30minutes later, he was out and of course ensuring my bathing water was prepared too. He brought out outfits I'll be wearing for the day and set them up on the bed. You don't have to do this, you know? Stop complaining and go get a shower, he said carefully placing a kiss on my forehead and e
Bailey's POV On a serene rooftop in Barcelona during dusk. I positioned myself at the rooftop's corner, tracking a lead when I noticed Collins—by himself, without a weapon, leaning on the ledge and smoking. He has not spotted me yet. The moment I spotted him, my breath hitched just like it used to whenever I laid eyes on him. Yet this time, it wasn't comfort that enveloped me. Yet poison and sorrow I promptly emerged from the darkness without any second thoughts. “Collins.” I shouted. He recoiled, and that by itself seemed like a victory. Gradually, he rotated. Identical eyes. The same twisted grin—yet it wavered upon seeing my expression. There was no affection in my gaze anymore. Not a single longing. “Bailey.” His tone was careful, nearly respectful. "I wasn’t anticipating—"to encounter... “I’m aware,” she interrupted him. "You also didn't think I would make it." "Yet here I stand." A flash of guilt appeared on his face. "I never wished for you to be in pain." "You must hav
Bailey's POV Returning to the Karev residence. Bailey was recovering very quickly; her injuries had mended, and she was back to her bubbling self again. Yet one aspect continued to weigh on her and rendered her vulnerable. It was the betrayal from the man she cared for. Collin. Every memory of him made her healing more difficult; her hatred for him intensified, yet his thoughts persisted. Bailey’s path to healing from the pain inflicted by Collins wasn’t linear—it was a tempest that struck fiercely, faded gradually, and left marks she would need to learn to accept. Yet it marked the start of a more profound journey: a difficult evolution into a stronger, more self-aware individual, ultimately achieving freedom. In the days that followed Collins' betrayal, Bailey drifted through life like a phantom. The burden of his deceit, of how he had been there for her, caressed her, murmured pledges in the night—only to have collaborated with them all the while—rendered her empty. Initially,
Jace’s POV Smoke and rubble filled the observatory’s entrance as operatives dressed in black rushed in equipped with silencers and night-vision equipment. Jace pulled Lyla behind a control panel, heart racing. Ryan lifted his hands, yelling, “They require me to be alive!” However, they did not arrive to discuss terms. A bullet struck Ryan in the shoulder, knocking him down to the ground. He shouted as Jace dragged Lyla into a crawl space beneath the floorboards. The ground echoed with the sound of heavy boots above. Lyla murmured, “We’re confined.” Jace's thoughts raced. “Nope.” "We have a single opportunity." He pulled the hard drive from the observatory’s central terminal—encrypted videos, AI records, and the main key to the monitoring network. Ryan moaned, blood gathering underneath him. "You must complete it." The AI—they refer to it as Project Black Protocol. It is already coordinating across boundaries. "They are utilizing your code, Jace." Jace paused—then reached a hars