~Helen’s POV~Dinner had been peaceful. The kids helped me cook, and when Marcus and Mom finally got home, we all sat together, eating and laughing like any other night. It was the kind of normalcy I craved—simple, warm, safe.But when night fell and the house grew quiet, I found myself lying awake, staring at the ceiling. The "prank" Liam had pulled earlier still gnawed at me."What if it wasn’t him? What if next time it’s real?"I rolled onto my side, shaking my head. You’re overthinking, Helen. Go to sleep.The house was silent. Everyone was asleep.Then, a sound.A faint thud from outside.I sat up, heart hammering.Liam.I let out a sigh, rubbing my temples. Oh, come on. You have to do this again?Grabbing my phone, I squinted at the screen—1:14 AM.Wait…My stomach twisted. Would Liam really be playing games at this hour?Then I heard it again—another noise, closer this time.I slid out of bed as quietly as possible, tiptoeing toward the door. The floor was cool beneath my feet.
~Ruby’s POV~"Hey, Ruby… I'm here now." Liam’s voice came through the phone.I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Oh… thanks, Liam. I really appreciate you doing this.""It's alright, Ruby. Anytime."I glanced at the time on my phone—almost 3 AM. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm in my chest."What about the kids?" I asked, my voice softer now."They're here with us in the living room. They couldn't fall asleep," Liam replied.My heart ached at the thought. "Oh dear, they must be scared.""Yeah… I guess so."There was a pause, a heavy silence stretching between us. I could feel the questions waiting on Liam’s tongue, but he held back."Is Helen there with you?" I asked."Yeah… she's right here.""Alright… good." I exhaled slowly. I had to do something. The kids weren’t safe there, not after what had happened. "I think you'll have to bring the kids over, Liam."There was a brief silence."Oooooookay… when?" Liam asked."First thing tomorrow morning."
~Ruby’s POV~The moment I saw my kids, everything else faded."Mom!" Their voices rang out, high-pitched and filled with excitement as they sprinted toward me.I barely had time to brace myself before they crashed into my arms. My hands roamed over their backs, checking for injuries or anything unusual."How are you two doing?" I asked."We're fine," they chorused.Little Ruby tilted her head up at me, her dark curls bouncing. "It's been a while, Mom.""Yeah... I really missed you two." I squeezed them tighter, as if that would make up for lost time.Helen’s presence caught me off guard. "Helen? How—why did you come too?" I stammered.She nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. "I had to. Marcus can take care of Mom."I swallowed down my gratitude and hugged her too. "Good to see you."Then, I turned to Liam. He was standing there, arms crossed, waiting. He looked the same as always—casual, composed—but I knew him well enough to see the flicker of questions in his eyes."Liam," I said, st
~Roman’s POV~Hours earlier…The day's burdens felt overwhelming. My office was a mess of scattered files, unfinished reports, and half-empty coffee cups. I was exhausted, my brain fogged from hours of staring at documents that never seemed to end.With a sigh, I shoved the last folder aside and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples."Enough."I needed a break.Dragging myself out of my office, I made my way to the living room. The couch welcomed me like an old friend as I sank into it, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels mindlessly.Nothing caught my interest.That’s when my gaze landed on the iPad sitting on the coffee table.I hesitated.For a second, I debated whether to check or not. But curiosity won over restraint.I reached for the device and tapped into the camera feed linked to Ruby’s house.And what I saw made me sit up straighter.Liam.Helen.The kids.All walking into Ruby’s house.I stared at the screen, trying to process it. The kids weren’t sup
~Roman’s POV~I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply.Oh my god.This changes everything.I turned my gaze to Rhett. If he already had this kind of strength at his age… it could only mean one thing.The prophecy might be true.I stared at him, my mind racing through possibilities. His innocent face held no idea of what he had just done, what it could mean. If he was already showing signs now, then there was no more time to waste.Before I could even process my next thought, the front door swung open.Ruby.I’d already heard her coming, already bracing myself for this conversation.“Hey, Mom!” The kids ran toward her, their voices light, innocent—completely unaware of the storm brewing between us.Ruby barely had time to acknowledge them before I stepped forward.“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked with a firm but low voice.She barely spared me a glance, her focus shifting. “Where’s Aunt Helen?”“At the back,” Rhett answered.Ruby let out a breath and then looked at the kids. “G
~Ruby's POV~The house was unusually quiet that night.Even with the kids around, the usual laughter and chatter were absent. Instead, a heavy tension hung in the air, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight.Helen sat stiffly on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes distant. The kids lingered near the stairs, speaking in hushed voices, exchanging glances as if sensing the unease but not quite knowing what to do with it.And then Liam walked in.The second he stepped through the door, his sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in the atmosphere. “Uncle Liam!” The kids said in a neutral tone. “Hey kids, how are you?” “Good… I guess.” They both chorused.His jaw clenched slightly as his eyes landed on Helen. “Hey, Helen.” “Hi, Liam.”Then on me.He saw it. The frustration. The tension. The exhaustion.He didn’t ask questions right away. Instead, he sighed, running a hand through his hair before speaking. “I need to talk to Ruby. Alone.”Helen nodded, standin
~Little Ruby’s POV~The house felt weird that night.It was too quiet.Even though the lights were still on and the TV played some show nobody was really watching, it felt like something heavy was sitting in the air, making it hard to breathe right. Mom was sitting on the couch, looking tired, and Aunt Helen had her arms crossed, staring at nothing.Rhett and I sat near the stairs, not really sure what to do. Usually, there’d be talking or laughing, or maybe Aunt Helen would be telling Mom one of her long stories that didn’t make sense. But tonight? Nothing.Then the front door opened.Uncle Liam walked in, and everything felt even weirder.He looked around really fast, like he was trying to figure out what was wrong.“Uncle Liam!” Rhett and I said together, but not in our usual happy way. Just… normal.“Hey, kids,” he said. “How are you?”“Good… I guess,” we both mumbled at the same time.His eyes moved to Aunt Helen. “Hey, Helen.”“Hi, Liam.”Then he looked at Mom.I saw something
~Ruby’s POV~The morning air felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was just me.I stood at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly stirring my coffee, though I had no real intention of drinking it. My mind was tangled in too many thoughts, one looping louder than the rest.Liam loves me.He actually said it. And now? Now, I had no idea what to do.I’d spent the morning avoiding him, keeping my conversations brief, and dodging eye contact whenever possible. Liam had tried—oh, he had tried—to catch my gaze, to start some kind of conversation about it. But I wasn’t ready.Not now. Maybe not ever."Mom, can I have cereal?" Rhett's voice pulled me from my thoughts.I blinked, looking down to see him already climbing onto a chair to reach the cabinet."Yeah, of course, baby. Let me help." I moved on autopilot, grabbing the cereal and pouring it into his bowl.Little Ruby came in a second later, rubbing her eyes. "Is Uncle Liam still here?"I tensed for just a moment before nodding. "Yeah, he was ou
~Ruby's POV~I didn’t even realise I was crying until I felt the sting of salt against the cuts on my cheek. My arms were full—one child cradled on each side—and my legs barely kept pace as I pushed forward, praying we’d make it out before something else went wrong.Rhett’s limp grew heavier with each hurried step, but he clung to me with everything he had. Little Ruby had her face buried in my neck, her tiny breaths trembling against my skin. Blood had dried beneath her nose, crusted against her upper lip. I kept brushing her curls from her face, murmuring like a chant—words meant more for me than for them.“Almost there, babies. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Just a little more.”The hallway ahead was a blur of dim light and flickering shadows, but I caught the movement before the face. Kai. He was hobbling toward us, his lip split, bruises painting one side of his face, but gods—he was smiling.“Hey!” he called out, breathless, in a hoarse but warm voice.The twins stirred in my arm
~Roman's POV~"Get the twins. I’ll handle this,” I said, never taking my eyes off Abel.Ruby hesitated beside me. Her eyes flickered between Abel and me, searching my face for any sign that I was bluffing. I wasn’t. Not this time. She knew it too—because she nodded once, reluctantly, and turned on her heel, disappearing with Kai down the hallway to find the kids.And then it was just us.Me and him.The air seemed to thicken as the door clicked shut behind Ruby. Abel stood a few feet away, arms casually at his sides, but the smug curl of his lips gave away how much he enjoyed this moment.I cracked my knuckles, slowly, deliberately. “No more games.”He arched a brow, amused. “Isn’t that what you always said? Life’s a game?”I took a step forward. “Not when my family’s involved.”The smile stayed on his face, but something shifted in his jaw—a brief twitch, a crack in the polished mask he wore like armor.He knew. He knew I wasn’t bluffing either. This wasn’t just another chess ma
~Ruby's POV~“Get the twins. I’ll handle this.”Roman’s voice cut through the tension. “Go.”I froze for just a heartbeat—long enough to hear the blood pounding in my ears, long enough to taste the panic rising in my throat.“Go, Ruby,” he said again, more firmly this time. I nodded, barely able to swallow the lump lodged in my throat. My hand found Kai’s arm instinctively, and the two of us bolted through the narrow side entrance, slipping past the perimeter before anyone could notice.The compound's interior was worse than I imagined. The air felt heavy and stale, filled with the smell of damp wood and something unpleasant. The flickering overhead lights suggested they hadn’t been fixed in a long time. Paint was peeling from the walls in long strips, looking like withering leaves. With each step I took down the narrow hallway, the sound echoed around me.“Which way now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Kai hesitated at the fork ahead, his eyes darting between two dim cor
CHAPTER : Trackers~Roman’s POV~Kai had been quiet for a few minutes, walking around the old warehouse. The sky was cloudy, and the air smelled like rust and old oil—heavy and damp. It was the kind of smell that stuck to your clothes and made your mouth taste bitter.I tightened my jaw and looked again, half expecting something to jump out from the shadows. The windows were either shattered or boarded up, and the walls were mottled with old graffiti and creeping ivy. Somewhere nearby, a pipe dripped steadily—one of those sounds that grew more annoying the longer it went on.“Roman,” Kai’s voice called.I moved instantly, my boots crunching over gravel and broken glass as I rounded the corner of the building. Ruby followed close behind. Neither of us spoke, but I felt her tension just as I felt my own.Kai stood near a rusted panel of metal, his hand tracing something on its surface.“There,” he said, stepping back so I could see it clearly.Etched deep into the metal wall was a smal
~Ruby's POV~The antiseptic smell of the hospital was starting to cling to my skin. That mix of alcohol, bleach, and something sterile that never lets you forget where you are. The steady beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room, steady like a ticking clock, each one a reminder that this was real.Helen lay in the bed, her face pale, her leg elevated and wrapped in white bandages, bruises painting her skin in shades of angry violet and fading yellow. She looked so small under the thin sheet. Too still. Too quiet.I sat beside her, a damp cloth in hand, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead, though I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or the leftover adrenaline. She was stable. That’s what the doctors said. Stable. But it didn’t feel like enough."This is all my fault," I whispered, more to myself than anyone. "I shouldn't have left you alone, Helen."My voice cracked, and I held her hand tightly like I could anchor both of us here in this moment, away from the chaos
~Roman’s POV~ “The kids are missing.”I stood up quickly, and my chair scraped loudly against the floor, breaking the silence with a sharp sound. My heart raced in my chest.Everything stopped.The tension grew until it finally broke, similar to the moment when you turn a key in the lock just before the door swings open.“What do you mean missing?” I asked sharply—at least outwardly.Abel didn’t flinch. He never did. He was still leaning on his chair like this was any other conversation. As if what he just said wasn’t enough to rip through the fragile calm I’d been forcing down all day.“Calm down,” he said, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve. “Could be nothing. You know the way children are.”“Could?” I repeated incredulously, pushing past that last thread of patience.He gave a lazy shrug. “Be rest assured, I sent people to look.”That was when I moved.My hand was already on his collar before my mind caught up. The force of my grip slammed him against the wall, rattling the
~Rhett’s POV~We finally reached a big door. It was huge and dark, with heavy wood that made a low creaking sound when I pushed it open.Then we froze.A man was already there, standing tall in front of us. He didn’t move. His hands were behind his back like he was waiting. Watching. A slow, creepy smile grew on his face.My stomach flipped.“Uh-oh,” “Where do you think you’re going?” the man asked in a low and scary voice.“Umm… just trying to get some air,” Little Ruby said with a nervous laugh.“More like you were escaping,” he said, cracking his knuckles loud like breaking sticks.“Something like that,” I said, trying to smile like I wasn’t scared. But I was. So much.“But you’re gonna let us go… right?” Little Ruby asked, hopeful.“Why should I do that?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.“The others that tried didn’t end well,” Ruby said quickly.He laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh. It made my arms feel cold.“Bluffing type, I see,” he said.Ruby and I looked at each other and tried
“You know this would have been going well if you weren’t born,” he muttered, still staring at the board like it might save him from himself.I let out a dry scoff, bitter and sharp. “So me being born is a crime now?”“I guess so,” he said in a cold and even voice. “We wouldn’t even be in this mess right now.”“That’s absurd,” I countered, locking eyes with him. “You started this mess in the first place.”“You think I did?”“Yeah. Had you stayed in your lane and never gotten involved in anyone’s business, all of this could’ve been avoided.”Abel finally looked up, a slow smirk forming on his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No, Roman. One way or another, I’d have come for you. Eventually.”I clenched my jaw. “And why is that, Abel? Why?”He met my stare, something unreadable flickering in his expression. “You started this, Roman,” he accused in a low voice. “You took everything from me.”My heart thudded once, heavy in my chest. “Me? How exactly?”“You took my place, little bro. A
~Roman’s POV~The door to Abel’s study was slightly open, almost like it was inviting me in. I didn’t bother knocking. As I pushed it open, the hinges made a quiet creak.Abel was sitting behind his desk, looking relaxed, almost lazy, as if he had nothing better to do than wait for me. He leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, with his hands resting on his stomach. The warm amber light in the room created a cozy atmosphere, but it couldn’t hide the underlying tension that always seemed to surround him.He smirked.The bastard had been waiting for me."Enjoying your grand return?" he asked, tilting his head like a smug cat watching a cornered mouse.His voice, smooth and without feeling, sent shivers down my spine. I could feel my jaw tightening as I walked closer, fists clenched by my sides. Anger pulsed through me, and every part of my body felt ready to explode.“Where are my kids?” I growled, not bothering with pleasantries. Abel leaned forward, resting his elb