The morning light streamed through the large windows of the Croft family mansion, casting a warm glow over the spacious living room. Dandelion was sitting at the breakfast table, her fingers gliding over her tablet as she organized her schedule for the day. As the eldest, she often took it upon herself to keep the family in order, balancing work with the responsibility of looking out for her younger siblings. Across the table, Liam scanned the business section of the newspaper, his brow slightly furrowed. He might not have been the oldest, but he felt a strong sense of duty to protect both Dandelion and Daisy, especially since their father had entrusted him with important aspects of the family business. Despite his gruff exterior, Liam had always been a reliable force, someone his sisters could lean on. Daisy entered the room, looking much more vibrant than she had in the past. Her transformation hadn’t gone unnoticed by her siblings, and though they were grateful to see her in hig
It had been six months since Daisy’s “accident” on set, but in the time since, she had not let anything—or anyone—slow her down. Quietly determined, she began putting her knowledge of the future to work, creating a path that would change the entertainment industry. She wrote her first screenplay, a compelling story with a unique twist, which she knew would become a hit. As expected, it took the industry by storm, catapulting her name to new heights.With the success of her first movie, Daisy decided to take an even bolder step. She established her own entertainment agency, Phoenix Pictures, a nod to her rebirth and her journey back to the top. Her reputation grew quickly, and soon, talented actors, directors, and writers were clamoring to work with her. Every project she touched seemed to turn into gold, but Daisy’s determination was about more than just success. This was her shield, her fortress. Building her own empire would make it harder for anyone to tear her down, especially Nat
Daisy wasn’t sure what had prompted her to spend the night at Louis’s mansion. They had been working late at the office, her newest script needing final adjustments, and Louis had been by her side, as he often was, offering support and input. When the hour grew late, he had offered to drive her home, but she felt an inexplicable urge to stay. She didn’t want to be alone tonight.“Why don’t you just stay here? You know your room is always ready,” Louis suggested with a smile, as if reading her mind.Daisy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you, Louis. That sounds… nice.”Once inside his mansion, Louis walked her to the guest room that had essentially become hers over time. She looked at the familiar room, comfortable and welcoming, but tonight it felt too distant, too quiet. A part of her was reluctant to be so far from him.Before she could second-guess herself, she turned to Louis. “Do you mind if… I stay with you tonight? Just… I mean, in your room,” she added quickly, her
Louis sat across from Daisy, his gaze intent and unwavering. They had just finished dinner at his mansion, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows around them. Louis leaned back, eyes meeting hers, a question clear on his face.“Move in with me, Daisy.”The request came softly, but there was an unmistakable intensity behind it. Daisy looked away, trying to gather her thoughts. Louis had never been one to voice his needs so openly, and hearing him say it now made her heart ache with both joy and uncertainty.She took a breath, her fingers tracing the edge of her napkin. “Louis, you know I want to… but I’m not ready, not yet.” Her voice was gentle, hoping he’d understand.Louis searched her face, his expression softening, though there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. He reached across the table, placing his hand over hers. “Daisy, I can’t shake this feeling… like I’m going to lose you. I don’t want you out of my sight.”She squeezed his hand, offering a warm smile. “You w
The Grant mansion was abuzz with activity as Daisy's birthday drew near. Louis had taken it upon himself to plan a celebration that would leave her breathless. His staff worked tirelessly, transforming one of the city's most luxurious hotels into a wonderland of opulence and charm. From cascading floral arrangements to glittering chandeliers, every detail screamed perfection, just as Daisy deserved.“She’ll love it,” Louis murmured to himself, standing in the ballroom and surveying the nearly finished setup.Liam appeared at his side, clapping him on the back. “You’re going all out, huh? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were proposing.”Louis shot him a glare but said nothing. The truth was, he’d been toying with the idea. Yet, every time he thought of asking Daisy to marry him, her hesitant smile and guarded eyes would hold him back.The evening of Daisy’s birthday arrived with a flourish. Guests filled the grand ballroom, the elite of the entertainment and business worlds ming
The bathroom lights cast a soft glow over the room as steam rose from the bathtub. Louis knelt by the tub, his hands trembling as he gently lowered Daisy into the warm water. She was barely coherent, her head lolling against his chest as he whispered soothing words she likely couldn’t hear.“Daisy, I’m here. Stay with me,” Louis murmured, his voice laced with desperation.Her body was limp, her skin pale and damp with sweat. The drug was still in her system, and he felt utterly helpless. Every instinct screamed at him to fix this, to take away her pain, but all he could do was hold her in the water and hope it would help her flush out the poison.“You’re going to be okay,” he repeated, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”For the first time in years, Louis felt powerless. His world had always been under his control, yet here he was, unable to protect the woman he loved from the cruelty of others.Daisy stirred faintly, her lips parting to f
Louis stood by the massive windows of his office, the skyline of the city sprawling before him. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his mind far away from the towering buildings and the hum of city life. The events of the past weeks had shaken him more than he cared to admit. Daisy’s close calls had driven him to a point of no return.He couldn’t rely on the system alone—not when the enemies were cunning, elusive, and ruthless.The sound of the door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. Liam walked in, his posture tense but composed. “You wanted to see me?”Louis turned, his expression serious. “Yes. We need to talk.”Liam arched an eyebrow. “This sounds ominous.”“It’s about Daisy,” Louis said, cutting straight to the point. “Her safety isn’t negotiable. And I’m done playing by the rules.”Liam leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. “What are you saying?”Louis exhaled deeply, his gaze steady. “I’m saying I’m going back to the Mafia.”For a moment, silence hung between th
The morning sunlight streamed into Louis’s office as he reviewed the latest updates from his contacts in the underworld. The new developments had confirmed what he feared: the threats against Daisy were far from over. Her career success had painted a target on her back, and Natalie’s name was starting to surface more frequently, albeit in whispers.The quiet knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called, setting the file aside.Liam entered, his expression serious. “You called?”Louis gestured for him to sit, pouring a glass of scotch for each of them. “We need to talk about Daisy,” he began.Liam frowned, taking the offered glass but not drinking. “What’s wrong now?”“Everything,” Louis said bluntly. “The threats are escalating. I have people looking into it, but I can’t do this alone. I need your help to keep her safe.”Liam leaned back in his chair, studying Louis. “What’s your plan?”“I’ve been reestablishing old connections,” Louis admitted, his tone grave.
Daisy sat cross-legged on the floor of the abandoned workshop Ezekiel had claimed as their occasional meeting spot. The scent of sawdust and faint traces of oil hung in the air, and the cracked windows let in just enough light to give the space an otherworldly glow.Across from her, Ezekiel was crouched over a blueprint spread out on a makeshift table, his brows furrowed in concentration. A faint smudge of ink streaked across his cheek, and Daisy couldn’t help but let her gaze linger.“You’re staring,” Ezekiel said without looking up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Daisy’s cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not.”He glanced at her then, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. “You’re a terrible liar.”She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite in her response. “Focus on your work.”“I would if someone wasn’t distracting me,” he teased, sitting back on his heels.Daisy huffed, but the warmth spreading in her chest betrayed her irritation. Moments like this—quiet, unguarded—they were b
The room was quiet except for the rhythmic flicker of the lantern hanging from the low ceiling. Its dim light cast warm, dancing shadows over the walls, illuminating the worn furniture and the faint outlines of two figures. Daisy sat in her usual corner, her knees pulled to her chest, her face half-hidden beneath the curtain of her hair. Ezekiel was nearby, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the small cloth bag sitting between them.“You didn’t eat much last time,” Ezekiel said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, unassuming, but there was a trace of concern in his tone. “I figured I’d bring these along.”Daisy glanced at the bag, her expression neutral. But the faintest flicker of curiosity crossed her face when she caught the familiar scent of freshly baked pastries.“Your favorite,” Ezekiel added, nudging the bag closer to her.Her lips twitched into a fleeting smile she quickly suppressed. She hadn’t mentioned her preferences in years—hadn’t
Natalie watched Louis from across the room, her eyes narrowed as he sat slouched in his chair, nursing a glass of whiskey. His injuries had mostly healed, but the emotional wounds he carried were far from mended. He barely acknowledged her presence, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.She smiled faintly, masking the bitterness that twisted in her chest. Tonight would be the night she secured her future.“Louis,” she called softly, stepping closer. Her voice was soothing, almost maternal. “You’ve been drinking too much again.”“I’m fine,” he muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.“No, you’re not,” she said firmly, taking the glass from his hand. “Come sit with me.”He didn’t resist as she guided him to the couch. She handed him another drink, this one carefully prepared.As he drank, Natalie sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “I’ve been worried about you,” she said, her tone sweet and laced with concern.Louis blinked slowly, his vision beginning to blur. “I’m
Natalie stared out the window of her lavishly decorated parlor, her fingers curled tightly around the stem of her wine glass. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the room, but it did little to brighten the storm brewing inside her.The whispers had reached her ears—whispers that shouldn’t exist, whispers that sent her carefully constructed world teetering on the edge of chaos. Daisy. Alive.The name burned in her mind like a brand, fueling a mixture of fear, anger, and something dangerously close to envy. Louis hadn’t been the same since his return from the Sovereign’s clutches. He was distant, restless, his eyes constantly clouded with thought. Natalie knew where his mind wandered, even if he didn’t dare speak it aloud. It wasn’t hard to guess.Daisy.She swirled her wine absently, her mind working through the implications. If Daisy truly was alive, everything Natalie had worked for could come crumbling down. Louis had been hers for years now, tethered by duty and conven
Louis stumbled through the shadowed streets, clutching his bruised ribs as he gasped for air. The Sovereign’s men had made it clear that his escape wouldn’t come easy. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through his battered body. But he didn’t care. There was only one place he could go, only one person who might help him make sense of what had just happened: Ezekiel.When he finally arrived at Ezekiel’s residence, he nearly collapsed at the gate. Summoning the last shred of his strength, Louis banged on the door, his bloodied knuckles leaving red smears on the polished wood.The door swung open, and Louis looked up, expecting Ezekiel’s stern gaze. Instead, he was met with the wide-eyed stares of Liam and Dandelion.“Louis?” Dandelion’s voice was sharp with disbelief.“What the hell are you doing here?” Liam demanded, his expression a mixture of anger and concern.Louis staggered inside without waiting for an invitation, collapsing onto a nearby
The room was oppressive, suffused with a damp chill that clung to Daisy’s skin. Her wrists were shackled above her head, the iron cuffs biting into her flesh. She stood in the center of the punishment chamber, her cloak discarded, her back bare to the cold air. The Sovereign’s heavy footsteps echoed ominously, each step a grim promise of what was to come.“You failed me, Phantom.” His voice was devoid of warmth, each word cutting like a blade. “You, my most trusted. My most loyal.”Daisy remained silent, her chin lifted defiantly despite the weight of the accusations. She had made her choice, and she would endure the consequences.The Sovereign circled her slowly, his presence looming. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t see the hesitation, the weakness? You let him escape.” His voice dropped, chillingly calm. “You, of all people, betrayed me.”She stiffened but didn’t speak. What could she say? He was right. She had faltered when she saw Louis, the memories of their pas
The room reeked of damp cement and rusted metal, its oppressive silence broken only by the faint drip of water from a leaking pipe. Shadows flickered against the walls, cast by a single bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Louis sat hunched in a steel chair, his wrists bound tightly by chains that dug into his skin. Dried blood crusted on his cheek from a deep gash, a testament to the rough treatment he’d endured, yet his eyes still burned with defiance.He wasn’t afraid of them. At least, that’s what he told himself. But deep down, beneath his stoic facade, there was a small, gnawing fear—not for himself, but for those he had failed.The heavy door groaned open, its sound reverberating through the room like a warning. Louis lifted his head, squinting through the haze of pain and dim light. The rhythmic clink of boots filled the silence, deliberate and unhurried.She entered the room with a calculated grace, her black cloak billowing slightly as she moved. A sleek mask covered
Daisy sat at the edge of a deserted rooftop, her legs dangling over the ledge as the neon-lit city sprawled below her. The air was thick with the hum of distant traffic, broken only by the occasional siren. She exhaled, her breath forming a mist in the cool night air. The trail she had left behind was deliberate—a breadcrumb she knew he couldn’t resist.He would come. He always did.But why? Why was she doing this? Each time, she told herself it would be the last. Yet here she was, waiting, her heart warring between anticipation and dread. She hated this pull he had over her, hated how his presence stirred something deep within her that she thought she’d buried forever.The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, steady and purposeful. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. She closed her eyes briefly, steeling herself.“You’re getting sloppy,” Ezekiel said, his voice low and tinged with worry.She smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Or maybe I’m just testing you
The tension between them had always been an undercurrent, simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. But lately, it had become impossible to ignore. Daisy sat at the edge of the Sovereign's grand meeting hall, her eyes scanning the room as the powerful figures debated alliances and power plays. She could feel his gaze on her—intense, unwavering, and maddeningly familiar.Ezekiel was there, standing among the few who had been granted access as external advisors. His focus was razor-sharp, but Daisy could tell it wasn’t on the room's politics or the Sovereign’s plans. It was on her. Always her.After the meeting concluded, Daisy made her way through the winding halls of the Sovereign’s estate. Her steps were deliberate, echoing against the cold marble floor. She didn’t want to acknowledge his presence trailing her, but she knew he was there. He always found a way to close the distance, and today was no different.“Do you think you can avoid me forever?” Ezekiel’s voice cut