Jace POV Jace and Lyla never expected that their urgent search for justice would bring them face-to-face with the person behind their misfortune—Mike Kensington. The gathering was unplanned. It was a snare. Having just evaded capture at the train station, they received a communication from an unknown sender. "Join me at Warehouse 19." Are you interested in Kensington? "I can hand him over to you." Jace and Lyla were aware it was a gamble, but with no alternative clues and Kensington strengthening his hold on the city, they had no option. They showed up at the deserted warehouse right before midnight. The atmosphere was filled with the scent of rust and oil, while the faint yellow lights above them flickered. Shadows stretched ominously, complicating the effort to determine if they were by themselves. "This doesn't seem right," Lyla murmured, holding tightly to the firearm she had acquired from an officer at the station. Jace surveyed the surroundings. "Remain nearby." "If this
Jace’s POV Both I and Lyla stepped out carefully from the underground passage, our bodies filled with adrenaline. The side street was unsettlingly silent, yet we understood not to think that we were finally safe. The USB's weight in Jace's pocket seemed more burdensome than usual. It presented their sole opportunity to vindicate themselves and reveal the corruption that had engulfed their lives entirely. Lyla's hands shook a bit as she called Ryan. "Answer, answer," she whispered to herself. At last, Ryan responded. "Let me know you’re okay." “Right now,” Lyla murmured. "We have the evidence." "We must release this before they discover our location." Ryan paused. "That will be more challenging than we expected." Kensington possesses strong ties. He is already steering the media storyline. The official narrative claims that you and Jace are wanted fugitives, sought for financial offenses and hindering justice. They refer to you as a perilous pair. "They've issued an APB for the tw
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
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,
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
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
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 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 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