“The Manchester family has them,” a tall man with curly hair muttered, his voice tense.The man seated in the center of the room barely moved, his presence radiating authority. Lounging back in his oversized leather chair like a king surveying his domain, he lifted his gaze to the curly-haired man, his expression sharp with disdain.“And what does my pet have to do with them?” His deep voice rumbled through the room like distant thunder. “Do they even know who they’re messing with?” he fired, each word cutting like a blade.Matt, the curly-haired man, flinched slightly but held his ground. The tension in the room was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken consequences.The boss’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as he processed the implications. The Manchester family. Their meddling was not part of the plan. They were powerful, yes—but so was he. “What are they trying to achieve by getting involved?” he muttered, almost to himself.Matt cleared his throat, knowing he had to answer car
Matt’s pulse quickened as he stared at the footage. The “pet,” the most prized creation of their master, was not supposed to care. Her emotions—or lack thereof—were engineered to perfection, ensuring blind loyalty and unwavering execution of orders. Yet there she was, her face flickering with a softness he had never seen before, an almost protective rage as she shielded one of their captured men.Grey turned the screen toward him, rewinding to the critical moment. “See that? Right there,” he said, pointing at the pixelated image. The pet, with her fluid movements and deadly precision, should have eliminated the threat without hesitation. Instead, she had hesitated, even turning her weapon on their own operatives to protect the man.“This is no malfunction,” Grey continued, his voice shaky. “Something inside her is… waking up.”Matt rubbed his temples, his mind racing. He needed to contain this before the boss found out. Any sign of imperfection in his creations was not tolerated, and
The warehouse was cloaked in darkness, its oppressive silence broken only by the steady drip of water from a corroded pipe. The stench of rust, mildew, and blood lingered in the air, a nauseating prelude to the carnage within.Six men sat bound to metal chairs in a grim row, their heads slumped forward in exhaustion. The metallic bands around their foreheads hummed faintly, the only sound betraying the deathtrap concealed within.Jerry paced the room, his boots clanking against the concrete floor as he barked orders to his underlings. “Clip their tongues,” he snarled, his voice sharp and commanding. “Make sure they can’t bite down and die on their terms. These bastards don’t deserve an easy way out.”A sinister grin played on his lips as he turned back toward the men. Their battered faces showed defiance even in their broken state. Jerry liked it when they resisted—it made breaking them all the more satisfying.But then, something changed.A faint flicker of red danced across the meta
Back in the Lab“This is bad. Very bad,” Grey muttered to himself, tapping frantically at the keys on his laptop.He stared at the monitor in disbelief. The system was back online.“What… how…?” he stammered, his eyes wide with horror. He had been trying to deactivate the radiation sequence—he was sure of it.The screen flickered. A new message appeared, bold and cold:“COMMAND OVERRIDDEN. OPERATION EXECUTED.”Grey’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard. Whatever had happened, it was far beyond his comprehension. The hackers had reached into their system like ghosts.Before he could process the full extent of the failure, the lab door slammed open.Matt stormed in, his face flushed red with anger. “What the hell just happened, Grey?” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut steel.“I—I disabled it!” Grey stammered, jabbing a finger at the monitor as if to defend himself. “I swear I deactivated the sequence! Someone else—” His voice broke off, his h
"Her heart is not beating any more doctor," a lady in a short white dress said anxiously "check her pulse" the doctor yelled Even after checking her pulse, he realized that there was no sign of movement from the girl lying on the bed. He had no idea what to do right now because the girl lying on the bed is not just anyone but the great 'Liliana Anderson' the 'ice Queen' as she was popularly known by. A woman that's always see expressionless, never see smiling and all now been killed by food poisoning was another thing, who had the gut to do such a thing like this.Her family is just standing outside, what will tell them and how? This was the first time in history he does know how to announce the death of a patient, to the patient's family. When he stepped out of the room her family immediately got up and walked up to the doctor as well "What happened to my sister? A girl that looks the same age as Lilianna asked anxiously "How is my daughter " both her parent asked. "Well am mm
This was never the reaction he was expecting, he thought they would be sad, cry, and all not just sat 'oh' it quite obvious they wanted him dead, he just left them there to attend to another patient. Meanwhile, in another hospital, a woman in her late 40's was on her knees pleading with the doctors to treat her daughter. "Please doctor I beg of you, perform the surgery, I promise to pay the bills once the treatment is done" she pleaded with tears running down her cheeks. "Ma'am you need to pay the bills before we start treatment," said the doctor. "Please, I will pay, please," said the woman. While they were talking a nurse came out of one of the rooms and whispered something to the doctor's ear. Then the doctor turned to the woman and said "Ma'am am sorry to inform you that your daughter is dead". "No no no no, this can't happen, my Lily, my lily is fine, yes she is fine"
Lilly POV My thoughts were interrupted with the sudden bang on the door, I looked up and saw the doctor walking towards me. "Are you ok, Miss Anderson?" He asked with a shaking voice. Is he scared of me? Why was he scared? Then again, the previous owner of this body was a scary being who does feel pain, but now that I am here, thereof will be some changes. Back to the present. "Am fine?" I told him blankly, I wanted to smile, but it seems this body doesn't express any emotion whatsoever, I don't even feel anything when the nurse injected me. It's weird. How can someone feel nothing, not even pain or anger nor happiness "Where are they?" I asked the doctor eventually "Who?" Why was he acting dumb? Doesn't he know that I was asking about Lillianna annoying family members. "You know who?" I answered him blankly. "Oh, I am so sorry, I may have informed them that you were dead. They went home to organize a press conference to announce your death to the w
Lily POV I kept staring at my reflection on the mirror inside the hospital bathroom, I was amazed by my new look, although I was beautiful before the reborn, but not this much the girl in the mirror was flawless and perfect. According to what the doctor told me, I know by now that the Anderson's must have declared me dead, The Anderson family is filled with actors and pretenders. How were they even able to fool Lilianna for such a long time. Well, a girl with no emotion may not understand it as well. Lilianna's father was just as cruel as mine they body has no empathy for mankind, I can't imagine what she went through as a child, according to the memories obtained from the previous owner of this body. Lilianna's mother, Evelyn, married James (Mr. Anderson) when he had nothing. Anderson Empire was previously known as Altee group of company. Evelyn was the only child of her parent which makes her the heiress to her father's empire, she took over when she graduated colle
Back in the Lab“This is bad. Very bad,” Grey muttered to himself, tapping frantically at the keys on his laptop.He stared at the monitor in disbelief. The system was back online.“What… how…?” he stammered, his eyes wide with horror. He had been trying to deactivate the radiation sequence—he was sure of it.The screen flickered. A new message appeared, bold and cold:“COMMAND OVERRIDDEN. OPERATION EXECUTED.”Grey’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers hovered uselessly over the keyboard. Whatever had happened, it was far beyond his comprehension. The hackers had reached into their system like ghosts.Before he could process the full extent of the failure, the lab door slammed open.Matt stormed in, his face flushed red with anger. “What the hell just happened, Grey?” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut steel.“I—I disabled it!” Grey stammered, jabbing a finger at the monitor as if to defend himself. “I swear I deactivated the sequence! Someone else—” His voice broke off, his h
The warehouse was cloaked in darkness, its oppressive silence broken only by the steady drip of water from a corroded pipe. The stench of rust, mildew, and blood lingered in the air, a nauseating prelude to the carnage within.Six men sat bound to metal chairs in a grim row, their heads slumped forward in exhaustion. The metallic bands around their foreheads hummed faintly, the only sound betraying the deathtrap concealed within.Jerry paced the room, his boots clanking against the concrete floor as he barked orders to his underlings. “Clip their tongues,” he snarled, his voice sharp and commanding. “Make sure they can’t bite down and die on their terms. These bastards don’t deserve an easy way out.”A sinister grin played on his lips as he turned back toward the men. Their battered faces showed defiance even in their broken state. Jerry liked it when they resisted—it made breaking them all the more satisfying.But then, something changed.A faint flicker of red danced across the meta
Matt’s pulse quickened as he stared at the footage. The “pet,” the most prized creation of their master, was not supposed to care. Her emotions—or lack thereof—were engineered to perfection, ensuring blind loyalty and unwavering execution of orders. Yet there she was, her face flickering with a softness he had never seen before, an almost protective rage as she shielded one of their captured men.Grey turned the screen toward him, rewinding to the critical moment. “See that? Right there,” he said, pointing at the pixelated image. The pet, with her fluid movements and deadly precision, should have eliminated the threat without hesitation. Instead, she had hesitated, even turning her weapon on their own operatives to protect the man.“This is no malfunction,” Grey continued, his voice shaky. “Something inside her is… waking up.”Matt rubbed his temples, his mind racing. He needed to contain this before the boss found out. Any sign of imperfection in his creations was not tolerated, and
“The Manchester family has them,” a tall man with curly hair muttered, his voice tense.The man seated in the center of the room barely moved, his presence radiating authority. Lounging back in his oversized leather chair like a king surveying his domain, he lifted his gaze to the curly-haired man, his expression sharp with disdain.“And what does my pet have to do with them?” His deep voice rumbled through the room like distant thunder. “Do they even know who they’re messing with?” he fired, each word cutting like a blade.Matt, the curly-haired man, flinched slightly but held his ground. The tension in the room was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken consequences.The boss’s jaw tightened, his gaze darkening as he processed the implications. The Manchester family. Their meddling was not part of the plan. They were powerful, yes—but so was he. “What are they trying to achieve by getting involved?” he muttered, almost to himself.Matt cleared his throat, knowing he had to answer car
“Who are you?” Lilly turned abruptly to Ray, sitting beside her in the private jet. Her voice was sharp, almost accusing.Ray blinked, startled. Since takeoff, she’d barely acknowledged his presence, staring out the window or resting her head back like he didn’t exist. Why the sudden question?“I didn’t say anything,” he replied carefully, his brow furrowing when her intense gaze didn’t waver.‘I’m in your mind, dummy.’What the hell? Lilly flinched. Did that voice just call me a dummy?‘Yes, I did. And you still haven’t answered my question.’ The voice was colder this time, almost impatient.‘Body thief,’ Lilly shot back in her mind, defiance surging. If she wanted to play games, fine—she wasn’t backing down.‘The fact that you’re calling me that means you already know who I am,’ the voice retorted smoothly. ‘I have no memory of you, but clearly, you remember me.’‘Duh! Of course, I do,’ Lilly fired, sarcasm dripping from her thoughts. ‘I’m the one in charge of this body now. But bef
Ray leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as his fingers interlocked. His knuckles whitened, betraying his frustration. “Gone?” he echoed sharply, his voice low but tense. “What does that even mean? You can’t just disappear from yourself, Lilly.”Her smile grew wider, a mixture of amusement and defiance. “Can’t I? People change, Cutie. Sometimes dramatically. Sometimes…” she paused, her eyes glinting with something unreadable, “…completely.” “That’s not change,” he snapped, his calm demeanor cracking. “That’s evasion. Deflection. You’re talking in circles, Lilly, and it’s only making me question you more.”“Good,” she quipped, crossing one leg over the other. “You should question things more often. Keeps life interesting.”Ray’s patience was wearing thin, but he forced himself to stay seated. His voice dropped, quieter but no less intense. “This isn’t a game. You can play coy all you want, but I see through you. The way you carry yourself now, the way you look at me—it’s li
Water doesn’t have taste Chloe hesitated for a moment, caught between relief and the usual unease Lilly’s sharp tongue brought out in her. “Y-yes, Boss! Right away,” she stammered, standing abruptly and smoothing her skirt. “I’ll, um, see what I can find.” As she turned to leave, the door opened, and Ray stepped in, his imposing figure filling the room. Chloe froze mid-step, her eyes widening as though caught in a spotlight. She has never felt this much fear in her life but he couldn’t be blamed, if she hadn’t listened to her boss and followed his order this won’t have happened. “Excuse me,” Ray said evenly, his deep voice calm but commanding. Looking at her annoys him, he can’t believe in entrusted his family life into her hand, she basically incompetent. Chloe immediately backed away, nearly tripping over her own feet. “S-sorry, Mr. Manchester— I mean, Ray— I mean, sir!” she blurted, her words coming out in a panicked rush. Ray arched a brow, his sharp gaze sweeping over her
Ray paced the hospital hallway, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. His voice was low but sharp, the tension in his tone unmistakable.“Did the alpha team call to inform you the kidnappers and do you have any idea who sent them yet?” he asked, his words clipped and precise.Jerry’s reply came quickly. “No. They’re hired mercenaries, but there’s a link to underworld. I’ve already got people looking into it.”Ray’s jaw tightened. “Good. Have those bastards sent to New York. I want to interrogated them personally. I don’t care what it takes.”“I’ll make the arrangements,” Jerry assured him. “But, big bro, focus on SIL and the baby for now. We can handle the rest.”Ray nodded absently, though Jerry couldn’t see it. “Speaking of bastards, I know you Jerry, do not cause too damage on them that will make them lifeless before my arrival”“Seriously big bro, they are basically a new set of toys they hurt my family and you want me to let them be till your arrival, that’s unfair” Jerry whined.
Ray slumped back into the hospital chair, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders. His gaze lingered on Lilly, still pale and fragile against the pristine white sheets, but alive. The doctor’s warnings echoed in his mind—her body was at its limit, and the baby was clinging to life by a thread.He pulled out his phone and scrolled to Damon’s number. As the line connected, Ray’s voice was low but steady, masking the turmoil inside him.“Damon, I need you to handle something for me,” Ray said without preamble.“Morning to you too, Ray,” Damon replied dryly. “What’s wrong?” ‘Does this dude even check the time before calling’ Damon thought, it basically 2 minutes after 1 am.Jerry has already told him about Lilly kidnapped and he was the one who gave them the location of the best hospital around the area with the best medical equipment, and efficient doctors that can attend to Lilly fast and could be trusted.“It’s Lilly,” Ray said, his tone softening. “She’s stable, but… she’s not h