The air in the room was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and terror.A bulb hung from the ceiling flickering above, casting intermittent shadows across the cold concrete walls.A woman sat bound to a chair in the middle of the room, her once-smooth skin marred by bruises, dried blood streaking along her temple. Her breaths were ragged, her body trembling from a mixture of pain and exhaustion.She had killed without hesitation. Seduced and slaughtered. The simplest of jobs, or so she had thought.What she hadn’t noticed was the micro camera planted in the room. It had been there all along—an extra measure known only to members of the security team.It recorded every movement, every breath, every thrust, even the murder scene—damning evidence.And now, the hunter had been hunted.The heavy door creaked open, and the temperature in the room seemed to double over. Oppressive and heavy.Boots clicked against the ground in slow, deliberate strides.Cael Moraine stepped into the dim l
Anaïs exhaled sharply as she exited the hospital stepping into the cool of the morning. She rubbed her palms to keep warm as the cool morning breeze brushed past her.It was about that time of the year.Her schedule for the day had been planned by her assistant. Lucy had been meticulous and detailed about each planned event. She had just visited her father at the hospital. He looked rather lively and energetic. Although still skinny from the tole of the sickness, he was beginning to regain his color. Anaïs replayed the details of the visit in her head.“You are finally achieving what you always desired my dear. I am very proud of you”. Her father had said.“...but never forget where you came from, never forget your values…” he had advised.With a lingering sadness and a spark of defiant hope, she clutched her bag as she made her way to the sleek company car.She hadn't bothered asking him about the last statement he made the first time she visited, the night Cael had rescued her fro
The backdrop had been prepared as the set was bathed with warm, bright lighting. It had been perfectly and meticulously prepared to highlight the beauty of the shoot. The design of the dress prepared for the shoot had its inspiration from the ancient civilization of Greece. It had been perfectly matched with modern style, perfectly giving it a unique, elegant, and somewhat nostalgic allure.Anaïs stood lost in awe at the beauty of the dress on its stand.“Majestic, isn't it?”, a calm voice asked behind her.Startled and back to reality, Anaïs turned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind with a smile. “Yes, it is,” Anaïs replied, smiling back.“Our fashion designing team put their heart and soul into making this masterpiece.” She said,“Ohh, don't mind my manners, I am Charlotte Olivia, the chief operation officer.”“Nice to meet you, Ms. Olivia; I am Anaïs Iluak.”“Come on, no need to introduce yourself. You are the hottest topic right now so definitely I know who you are.” Oli
It had just been over a week since M&G released their status quo-breaking design—a design flawlessly adorned and paraded by Anaïs. The success of the design had ultimately catapulted Anaïs into the global spotlight. Anaïs' fan base had grown rapidly in the past month but this new shoot was exactly what no one was expecting. Anaïs, a newcomer already gracing the global stage. It was unheard of. Fans and critics alike devoured every Anaïs story in the media. Anaïs Iluak was no longer just a rising star; she was the embodiment of success with just a few gigs under her belt, a model whose unprecedented rise defied all expectations.Early in the morning, just before the first light of the day, Anaïs was abruptly woken by the soft yet insistent knock of her midwife, Alara.Anaïs stirred, feeling too tired to get up. Still feeling under the weather she blinked sleepily as the midwife approached the bed corner. The pregnancy had started taking its toll. Thankfully, she had nothing much plan
Alex stirred, shaking his head as he tried to orient himself. “They are getting away”, he could hear Lucy screaming.The attack had been swift. He had tried to lung at the men dragging Anaïs but another figure intersected him. Knocking him hard but Alex didn't become Cael's employee only for his driving skills. He had reacted swiftly, his feet agile and his steps practiced. He had exchanged blows with the man and soon knocked him unconscious but there was not enough time to stop the van from zooming off. He stood up, dust and blood mingling on his bruised face. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed Cael’s number.“There’s been an incident. Ms Anaïs has been abducted,” he hissed.There was a tense silence at the other end of the phone. “Any leads?” Cael asked finally, his voice deeper than usual.“I was able to hold down one of their men,” Alex said, placing his boots on the head of the unconscious man. “I also got a clear read on the plate nu
Anaïs' disappearance had quickly erupted into a crisis behind the scenes. Though the public had not yet caught wind of it, the absence of a rising star like her had already started setting off alarms.Elen Clark, the renowned designer, had contacted the agency, his voice sharp with irritation.He had waited for Anaïs's arrival for longer than he intended.“Where is Ms Anaïs? She was supposed to be here an hour ago,” he asked as he got on a call with Mr Henry.Mr Henry had been surprised that Anaïs hadn't met with Elen Clark yet, but just then, his phone had buzzed again. It was Lucy.“Hello Lucy, why haven't ….” “Ms. Anaïs has been kidnapped,” Lucy started abruptly, cutting him off.The rest of his words found no voice as the reality of Lucy's words settled. Henry had wasted no time. He frantically made the necessary calls, his hands trembling as he reached out to every contact he had, every contact necessary. He had been rattled by the news but nothing rattled him more than the ca
The chilly usual sterile scent filled the hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that punctuated the heavy silence. The walls were an uninspiring shade of pale blue. A beautiful lily flower had been placed on the bedside table. The only thing that seemed to emit sweetness and life within the cold hospital walls.Anaïs stirred, her body weighed down by weakness, fatigue, and pain. A dull ache radiated from her side, and her head throbbed as if she had been submerged in a fog. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly adjusted to the bright lighting in the room.For a brief moment, she couldn’t remember what had happened but then the memories came slowly—flashes of a blade slicing through the air, the deafening crack of gunfire, Agnes falling head first, headbutting her unconscious.She noticed two figures standing by the window in hushed conversation.Cael Moraine. Dr. Derek.They hadn’t noticed her yet. Cael stood with his hands buried deep in his pock
The air in the room was charged with tension as reporters and media representatives crowded into the briefing room, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, all eager to catch every word. In front of the room stood the Police Chief Reynord, his expression was grim as he took his position at the podium.Clearing his throat, he began, his voice firm and controlled.“This morning, we concluded the preliminary investigation into the kidnap of Ms Anaïs Iluak. Ms. Agnes, a model, was found to be the primary suspect in the recent kidnapping of Miss Anaïs. Unfortunately, Ms Agnes has been confirmed dead in the early hours of the day.Gasps rippled through the crowd.He paused to let the noise die down.The evidence confirms that she was fatally shot during the rescue operation. However, we believe that she was not working alone.” he continued.The murmurs in the crowd grew even further.“We have strong reasons to suspect that she had accomplices,” Chief Reynord continued, glanc
The room was silent. The hum of the machines had finally ceased now that Anaïs had been taken for observation. Later that morning, Anaïs was officially discharged. Though she felt physically weak, deep down, a torrent of questions and what-ifs gnawed at her. Alara’s revelations had been a hard one to take. Cael arrived just in time as the nurses rolled her out of the hospital in a wheelchair.He took one look at her and said nothing—just bent down, gathered her gently into his warm steady arms, and carried her.She didn’t protest. She never wanted to.The ride back to the penthouse was quiet. Anaïs leaned in against him, her head resting on his shoulder. She always felt safe in his presence. Cael didn't protest either. He seemed to be calculating his next decision.When they arrived, Cael carried her up the stairs despite her weak protests. She felt she was strong enough to walk up the stairs but Cael wouldn't bulge. His grip was secure, his brow furrowed in a manner that showed his
The air in the room was charged with tension as reporters and media representatives crowded into the briefing room, their cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, all eager to catch every word. In front of the room stood the Police Chief Reynord, his expression was grim as he took his position at the podium.Clearing his throat, he began, his voice firm and controlled.“This morning, we concluded the preliminary investigation into the kidnap of Ms Anaïs Iluak. Ms. Agnes, a model, was found to be the primary suspect in the recent kidnapping of Miss Anaïs. Unfortunately, Ms Agnes has been confirmed dead in the early hours of the day.Gasps rippled through the crowd.He paused to let the noise die down.The evidence confirms that she was fatally shot during the rescue operation. However, we believe that she was not working alone.” he continued.The murmurs in the crowd grew even further.“We have strong reasons to suspect that she had accomplices,” Chief Reynord continued, glanc
The chilly usual sterile scent filled the hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that punctuated the heavy silence. The walls were an uninspiring shade of pale blue. A beautiful lily flower had been placed on the bedside table. The only thing that seemed to emit sweetness and life within the cold hospital walls.Anaïs stirred, her body weighed down by weakness, fatigue, and pain. A dull ache radiated from her side, and her head throbbed as if she had been submerged in a fog. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly adjusted to the bright lighting in the room.For a brief moment, she couldn’t remember what had happened but then the memories came slowly—flashes of a blade slicing through the air, the deafening crack of gunfire, Agnes falling head first, headbutting her unconscious.She noticed two figures standing by the window in hushed conversation.Cael Moraine. Dr. Derek.They hadn’t noticed her yet. Cael stood with his hands buried deep in his pock
Anaïs' disappearance had quickly erupted into a crisis behind the scenes. Though the public had not yet caught wind of it, the absence of a rising star like her had already started setting off alarms.Elen Clark, the renowned designer, had contacted the agency, his voice sharp with irritation.He had waited for Anaïs's arrival for longer than he intended.“Where is Ms Anaïs? She was supposed to be here an hour ago,” he asked as he got on a call with Mr Henry.Mr Henry had been surprised that Anaïs hadn't met with Elen Clark yet, but just then, his phone had buzzed again. It was Lucy.“Hello Lucy, why haven't ….” “Ms. Anaïs has been kidnapped,” Lucy started abruptly, cutting him off.The rest of his words found no voice as the reality of Lucy's words settled. Henry had wasted no time. He frantically made the necessary calls, his hands trembling as he reached out to every contact he had, every contact necessary. He had been rattled by the news but nothing rattled him more than the ca
Alex stirred, shaking his head as he tried to orient himself. “They are getting away”, he could hear Lucy screaming.The attack had been swift. He had tried to lung at the men dragging Anaïs but another figure intersected him. Knocking him hard but Alex didn't become Cael's employee only for his driving skills. He had reacted swiftly, his feet agile and his steps practiced. He had exchanged blows with the man and soon knocked him unconscious but there was not enough time to stop the van from zooming off. He stood up, dust and blood mingling on his bruised face. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed Cael’s number.“There’s been an incident. Ms Anaïs has been abducted,” he hissed.There was a tense silence at the other end of the phone. “Any leads?” Cael asked finally, his voice deeper than usual.“I was able to hold down one of their men,” Alex said, placing his boots on the head of the unconscious man. “I also got a clear read on the plate nu
It had just been over a week since M&G released their status quo-breaking design—a design flawlessly adorned and paraded by Anaïs. The success of the design had ultimately catapulted Anaïs into the global spotlight. Anaïs' fan base had grown rapidly in the past month but this new shoot was exactly what no one was expecting. Anaïs, a newcomer already gracing the global stage. It was unheard of. Fans and critics alike devoured every Anaïs story in the media. Anaïs Iluak was no longer just a rising star; she was the embodiment of success with just a few gigs under her belt, a model whose unprecedented rise defied all expectations.Early in the morning, just before the first light of the day, Anaïs was abruptly woken by the soft yet insistent knock of her midwife, Alara.Anaïs stirred, feeling too tired to get up. Still feeling under the weather she blinked sleepily as the midwife approached the bed corner. The pregnancy had started taking its toll. Thankfully, she had nothing much plan
The backdrop had been prepared as the set was bathed with warm, bright lighting. It had been perfectly and meticulously prepared to highlight the beauty of the shoot. The design of the dress prepared for the shoot had its inspiration from the ancient civilization of Greece. It had been perfectly matched with modern style, perfectly giving it a unique, elegant, and somewhat nostalgic allure.Anaïs stood lost in awe at the beauty of the dress on its stand.“Majestic, isn't it?”, a calm voice asked behind her.Startled and back to reality, Anaïs turned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind with a smile. “Yes, it is,” Anaïs replied, smiling back.“Our fashion designing team put their heart and soul into making this masterpiece.” She said,“Ohh, don't mind my manners, I am Charlotte Olivia, the chief operation officer.”“Nice to meet you, Ms. Olivia; I am Anaïs Iluak.”“Come on, no need to introduce yourself. You are the hottest topic right now so definitely I know who you are.” Oli
Anaïs exhaled sharply as she exited the hospital stepping into the cool of the morning. She rubbed her palms to keep warm as the cool morning breeze brushed past her.It was about that time of the year.Her schedule for the day had been planned by her assistant. Lucy had been meticulous and detailed about each planned event. She had just visited her father at the hospital. He looked rather lively and energetic. Although still skinny from the tole of the sickness, he was beginning to regain his color. Anaïs replayed the details of the visit in her head.“You are finally achieving what you always desired my dear. I am very proud of you”. Her father had said.“...but never forget where you came from, never forget your values…” he had advised.With a lingering sadness and a spark of defiant hope, she clutched her bag as she made her way to the sleek company car.She hadn't bothered asking him about the last statement he made the first time she visited, the night Cael had rescued her fro
The air in the room was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and terror.A bulb hung from the ceiling flickering above, casting intermittent shadows across the cold concrete walls.A woman sat bound to a chair in the middle of the room, her once-smooth skin marred by bruises, dried blood streaking along her temple. Her breaths were ragged, her body trembling from a mixture of pain and exhaustion.She had killed without hesitation. Seduced and slaughtered. The simplest of jobs, or so she had thought.What she hadn’t noticed was the micro camera planted in the room. It had been there all along—an extra measure known only to members of the security team.It recorded every movement, every breath, every thrust, even the murder scene—damning evidence.And now, the hunter had been hunted.The heavy door creaked open, and the temperature in the room seemed to double over. Oppressive and heavy.Boots clicked against the ground in slow, deliberate strides.Cael Moraine stepped into the dim l