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Chapter 20 - Ramping Up

Author: Tabitha
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The pale light of dawn crept into the study, weak and hesitant, brushing against the mess Lisbeth and Ferdinand had made of the room. 

Papers and maps were everywhere, with photos and frantic scrawls barely keeping track of their failed attempt to track Ayra.

Ferdinand leaned back, rubbing at his temples like that would help him think any clearer. “She’s clever,” he muttered, his voice flat and tired. 

They had been awake all night, their frustration mounting as lead after lead fell apart and no other turned up. 

“Too clever,” Lisbeth shot back, pacing like a caged animal. Her hair was a mess, her face drawn and pale. 

It was quite unlike her. "This is insane. How does a kid with no backup, no cash, and no clue manage to stay ahead of us? How has she managed to just disappear?"

At least she's not in Eleanor's hands. That would be a whole other problem were it so. 

Ferdinand sighed. “She’s clever. But we’re running out of time. If we don’t find her soon, Lucian -”

A sharp knock interrupted him, and before either could respond, the door swung open. Lucian strode in quickly. 

He was dressed impeccably as always, though the lines of tension on his face betrayed the long hours of travel he'd just been through. 

“Lucian,” Ferdinand began cautiously, rising from his chair, hiding his shock. “This is... unexpected.”

“Where is she?” Lucian’s tone was icy, his gaze intense and cutting through the father and daughter pair.

Ferdinand hesitated, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. “We’re... still narrowing it down. She’s been -”

“What? Careful?” Lucian interrupted, his voice dangerous. “Or smarter than the two of you combined?”

Lucian’s cold gaze swept across the room. 

“Unexpected for you, perhaps. For me, my presence here was inevitable. I was informed of Ayra’s escape, and I’m here to ensure this situation is rectified.”

Lisbeth glared at him through narrow eyes, her anger visibly mounting as she spat:

“We’ve been working all night -”

“Not hard enough, clearly,” Lucian cut her off, his voice cutting. “If you had been truly committed to finding her, I most certainly would not be here.”

Ferdinand sighed. Lisbeth always got too emotional for her own good when it comes to Ayra. 

“Lucian,” Lisbeth said through gritted teeth, trying, and failing, to force calm into her voice, “we’re doing everything we can—”

“Clearly, that’s not much,” Lucian shot back, his control beginning to crack. 

"Did you truly throw everything you have into finding her, or was this just a half-baked effort? I fail to believe that with all the resources available to the Russo family you are yet to find a single girl.”

Her temper flared instantly. “Do you think I’ve slept? Eaten? Breathed anything but... THIS for the last nineteen hours?! We’ve done everything possible.”

“Then why is she still out there?!” Lucian snapped at them. His usually calm demeanor cracked, revealing the storm of emotions beneath. 

It was the first time Ferdinand had seen the Director so off-put and angry and it was scary in a way. “You’ve had hours to locate her. HOURS! And yet, here you are, still fumbling in the dark.”

Ferdinand stepped forward, tone placating and borderline placating. “Lucian, we’ve deployed significant resources -”

“Significant my foot,” Lucian interrupted. He turned to Ferdinand, his gaze piercing. 

“Tell me, Ferdinand, have you prioritized her capture? Or have you been holding back, waiting for her to make a mistake so you can pounce at your convenience?”

Lisbeth’s cheeks flushed with anger. “That’s absurd!”

"Is it?!"

Ferdinand found the sight of the two usually composed individuals shouting at each other because of one girl kind of funny. It was unreal. 

Lisbeth glared at him, her composure cracking. “I don’t have to justify myself to you.”

“Maybe not,” Lucian said hotly. “But if I find out that you’ve been withholding resources or sabotaging this search in any way, you... Will regret it. A lot.”

Without waiting for their response, he moved to the table, his sharp gaze scanning the map and scrawls. “Where was she last seen?”

Ferdinand pointed with a finger, the other busy lighting a cigar he had pulled from somewhere. “Here. Groceries. And before that, Foxlane street.”

Lucian traced the lines between the marks, muttering under his breath. “Have you tracked her credit card?” 

"Yes, but that just led us to a dead end. She most likely swapped it with someone else's so we're getting wrong readings."

Lucian nodded coldly and pulled out his phone. “I’m taking over. You’ve wasted enough time.”

Lisbeth opened her mouth to argue, but Ferdinand stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Let him,” he said quietly. Lisbeth gritted her teeth and let up begrudgingly. 

The tension in the room was palpable as Lucian turned and began contacting his personal team of informants and trackers. 

Within minutes, he had mobilized a network of resources far beyond what Ferdinand and Lisbeth had been able to pull together.

Watching him work, Ferdinand and Lisbeth exchanged uneasy glances. There was no denying Lucian’s intensity - or his growing mistrust of them, and it put their whole plan in jeopardy. 

“I want every exit route from the city on lockdown and a city- wide search. Focus on rural areas—cabins, empty properties, anything out of the way. I want every car matching her rental’s description flagged immediately.”

Ferdinand watched, vaguely uneasy with the intensity of Lucian's actions. “You’re really invested in this, aren’t you?”

He had pulled off a dozen plus schemes and scams but none with someone of the stature of the Director of the Consortium as the sucker. 

That was scary already in and of itself but the intensity of his emotions - the sheer seriousness in his features - told Ferdinand that he may be making a rather persistent enemy of the Director. Not an enemy he would like to have. 

Lucian finished his last call, slipping the phone into his pocket before turning to Ferdinand. His gaze was cool but threatening. “You have no idea.”

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 21 - Long Forgotten Memories

    Lucian sat down on the sofa without another word, leaving Lisbeth and Ferdinand in tense silence. Lucian’s men came and went from the room, bringing news while he went over their actions so far. It was contrary to Ferdinand's plans - they had not expected that Lucian would actually care so much about Ayra. As the hours passed, Lucian’s suspicions only deepened. The more he reviewed their efforts, the more he noticed gaps and inconsistencies. Certain areas hadn’t been thoroughly searched, and some key resources hadn’t been utilized.“You’ve been holding back,” Lucian said coldly. “Admit it.”“We did everything we could,” Lisbeth retorted, her voice more measured now that more time had passed. Lucian countered; “If you’d treated this with the urgency it deserved, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, don't you think?”As Lucian delved deeper into the situation, he had begun to piece together the events leading up to Ayra’s escape. He realized how little agency she’d been given i

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 22 - The Letter

    One thing cinched the decision to head into the city for her - a letter from her mother. Late one afternoon, while rifling through an old storage box, Ayra stumbled on something that stopped her cold: her mother’s journal. Ayra had spent hours sorting through the contents of a rather obscure cupboard. There were boxes of old photographs, faded linens, and rusted tools her mother had stored away. It was amidst this clutter that she stumbled upon a plain wooden chest, tucked beneath a pile of moth-eaten blankets.The chest was unremarkable at first glance, but as Ayra opened it, a wave of memories flooded back. Inside lay a neatly folded scarf she recognized as her mother’s favorite, a collection of piddly trinkets, and a leather-bound journal.Ayra’s hands trembled as she pulled the dusty journal from its hiding place. The leather cover was worn but sturdy, its edges soft from years of handling. It smelled faintly of lavender despite the dust; her mother’s scent. As she opened it

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 23 - Following the Letter

    An hour later, Ayra held a license plate in her hands, turning it over as though its weight could reveal her mother’s intentions. It was wrapped in a protective plastic sleeve, its edges pristine despite its apparent age.The numbers and letters were unfamiliar, but the very sight of it had Ayra marveling at how meticulously her mother had planned for everything eventuality. Every nook and cranny of the quaint cabin had something potentially useful to her stashed away. They had been detailed in her mother's journal, and the least of which was a veritable sack of cash wrapped in plastic. Simon's card was useless now. There was also a fake ID of a blonde haired, blue eyed version of herself, a blonde wig, and blue contacts. She glanced out the window of the cabin at the car she’d rented, its current license plate reflecting the midday sun. Her lips pressed into a firm line as she considered her next move. She wasn’t naive - her mother’s precautions were useful as far as she coul

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 24 - Visit to Mr. Landon

    Ayra hesitated for a long moment before entering the office building. The air felt heavier, the weight of the last few days pressing down on her shoulders. Her nerves acting up while she did her damnedest to calm herself. She adjusted her blond wig, tugged her scarf tighter around her neck, and smoothed her borrowed coat. Her mother’s letter had led her here, but doubt gnawed at her. Would Mr. Landor even remember her mother? Would he even be willing to help her?“Hi,” Ayra greeted, keeping her voice carefully polite. “I need to speak with Mr. Landor. It is urgent.”The young woman behind the desk barely glanced up at her, engrossed as she was in a book as she asked; “Do you have an appointment?”“No, but it’s about a more... personal matter. Please, do tell him it’s from an old friend,” Ayra replied, leaning forward slightly.The receptionist frowned, but perhaps there was something in Ayra’s tone that convinced her to pick up the phone and phone the man's office. After a brief co

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 25 - Lucian's Uncertainties

    Ayra’s heart pounded in her chest as she walked briskly down the street, the cold wind biting at her face. The encounter with Mr. Landor had left her both frustrated and disappointed. She clutched her coat tighter around herself, her thoughts spiraling.Seeing the veritable lockdown the city was in just to find her, she felt Lucian's determination not to let her slip through his fingers.She had a sinking feeling that her original idea to first lay low and then slip away would not work. Her mother had led her here, but the man she had pinned her hopes on was unwilling to help. Her disguise itched against her scalp, yet she didn’t dare to remove it just yet. She kept her head down, blending into the crowd as best she could, each step toward her car feeling heavier than the last.Every passing figure seemed to glance her way. Every shadow stretched just a little too far for comfort; the hustle and bustle of the street should have been reassuring, but it felt suffocating instead. She

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 26 - Sudden Danger

    An uneasy sensation prickled at the back of her neck. An unsettling, creeping awareness that she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder and her breath caught. A man in a dark jacket leaned casually against a lamppost, his face partially obscured by a baseball cap. He looked away when her eyes met his.Ayra’s stomach churned. She tried to tell herself it was paranoia. A side effect of the stress and the high stakes. It didn't work. As she turned another corner, she noticed someone else. Another man, this one in a hoodie, lingering by a newsstand. His gaze followed her for just a moment too long before he pretended to look at a newspaper.Her heart began to race. She quickened her pace, the heels of her boots clicking sharply against the pavement. Her legs carried her toward the parking lot almost on autopilot and as she neared her car, her instincts screamed at her to stop and look. Four men stood by the entrance to the lot, their postures too casual, their eyes too ale

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 27 - Way Out

    Grabbing the rungs, she hauled herself up, her palms stinging against the cold, rusty metal.The men reached the base just as she scrambled onto the roof. “Keep going!” she heard one shout, his boots thudding against the ladder as he climbed.Ayra rolled over the edge of the roof just as bullets whizzed past her face and thudded into the chimney beside her. They were shooting at her, and now fear was truly solidifying in her belly. The rooftop offered a temporary reprieve, but it wasn’t enough. Ayra scanned her surroundings, her chest heaving. Another building loomed nearby, its rooftop within jumping distance - if she was lucky.Needless to say, Ayra did not feel lucky. Without giving herself time to second-guess, she sprinted and leapt. For a heart-stopping moment, she was weightless, suspended in the air. Then her feet hit solid ground, the impact jarring her knees.The men weren’t far behind. She could hear their voices, their footsteps, the scrape of their boots on the gravel

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 28 - A Frantic Chase

    “Who the hell are these people?!” Ayra yelled, her voice raw with unfiltered panic. Lucian didn’t answer immediately, his focus on the cars chasing them. When he finally spoke, his words were clipped. "Funnily enough, I also want to know.” Her hands curled into fists. “They were after me before you showed up! Why?” Lucian glanced at her, his eyes dark, angry. But she felt he wasn't angry at her - at least not right now. “Why don’t you tell me?” The SUV pulled onto a highway, the speedometer climbing as the driver tried to put distance between them and their pursuers. Lucian’s jaw was tight, his knuckles white as he gripped his weapon.The SUV weaved through the traffic at an alarming pace, the hum of the engine growing louder as it accelerated further. Lucian leaned forward, his jaw clenched and his eyes scanning the road ahead. Ayra sat frozen in the backseat, gripping the edge of her seat tightly, the adrenaline coursing through her leaving her both terrified and acutely a

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  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 68 - Unintended consequences

    The silence gnawed at Ayra.For all her careful orchestration—for the balcony appearances with tousled hair and artful smudges of lipstick, for the planted photographs handed to Nico, for the media blitz that followed—Lucian had yet to respond. No message. No confrontation. No fury.No presence.Ayra wandered through the silent halls of the manor like a ghost in her own haunting. It had been two days since she fed the flames of the scandal herself, tipping the scales and watching Lucian’s pristine, untouchable image buckle under the weight of betrayal. It had spread like wildfire—first, the hushed reveal of their secret marriage, then the carefully timed photos of her supposed affair with Leon. The media had eaten it up, ravenous for every scandalous morsel.The silence that followed was not relief.It was strange, like waiting for an earthquake after watching the ground crack beneath her feet. She expected retaliation, the burn of his fury, maybe even for Lucian to return and demand

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 66 - Media Frenzy

    He set the envelope down, fingers tightening against the edges. "You’re playing a dangerous game," he murmured.Ayra tilted her head. "Am I?"He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back, assessing her with a careful, measured look. "What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?"She smiled, but there was no warmth behind it. "That’s for Lucian to figure out, isn’t it?"A beat of silence. Then:"You want me to do something with this."Ayra reached for her wine glass again, swirling the liquid absently. "I want it to be known," she said simply. "I want the world to talk."Nico exhaled, setting the envelope down as if it were something poisonous. "You do realize that if I take this to him, you’ll regret it?"Ayra’s gaze sharpened."I’ll regret nothing," she said quietly.Another silence stretched between them.Finally, Nico let out a slow, resigned breath. "You really don’t care if he burns everything down over this, do you? And by the way, it's practically impossible for him

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 65 - A Scandal Unfolds

    She told herself it was necessary, what she was doing.But in the past few days, something inside her twisted in ways she couldn’t quite name.It was easy enough to play the role, to smirk when she needed to, to let her fingers trail over the stem of a wine glass as if she had all the time in the world. But every time she stepped onto that balcony, feigning the remnants of an intimate encounter, a part of her coiled tight in discomfort.Lucian had done nothing but let her fester in silence, leaving her with no choice but to force his hand. She needed him to react—to do something. If he wanted to play the game of indifference, she would break that facade piece by piece.And yet, she hated that it had come to this.That she had to use someone else just to make herself seen.At night, when the estate was quiet, she would stand by the mirror in her room, staring at her own reflection as if it held the answers.What did she expect Lucian to do?What did she want him to do?She wasn’t sure a

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 64 - The Slow Unraveling 

    Ayra led Leon into her chambers with steady steps, her fingers brushing against his arm in a way that suggested intimacy. Yet as she stepped over the threshold, a quiet revulsion coiled deep in her stomach.The thought of him here—of his presence in this space—left a bitter taste in her mouth.Still, she had to see this through.She glanced at the walls, at the high corners of the ceiling. She suspected Lucian had placed surveillance somewhere in the house. That would explain his silence—his patience. He’s waiting for proof. Waiting to see if she would really go through with it.Fine.If he needed proof, she would give it to him.Leon, oblivious to the storm brewing inside her, exhaled a slow breath as he stepped into the room. "You know," he murmured, turning to face her, "I wasn’t expecting this tonight."She forced a small smile. "Change of plans."He studied her for a moment, his gaze dark, his amusement barely concealed. "And here I thought you enjoyed the chase.""I do." She cros

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 63 - The Illusion of More

    The game unfolded slowly, piece by piece, each move carefully placed on the board.It started with simple meetings—casual, almost meaningless to an outsider. Ayra and Leon continued their rendezvous in high-end cafés, lounges with dim lighting, and restaurants tucked away in discreet corners of the city. They never once met at the same place twice. That alone was enough to stir whispers among those who paid attention.She ensured Lucian’s men saw them. She played her part well, letting moments linger, leaning in a fraction closer than necessary despite the roiling in her gut, letting a smirk or a laugh escape at the right moments. There was no real intimacy, but to anyone watching, it didn’t matter. The illusion had begun to take root.And then, she took the next step.She invited Leon to the house.It was a slow escalation, deliberate in every way.The game unfolded over two weeks, methodical and deliberate. Ayra knew the power of suggestion, the weight of unspoken words, and the way

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 62 - Playing with Fire

    The message came just before dinner.Leon: Had a great time chatting today. Wouldn’t mind another round—this time, somewhere quieter?Ayra sat back on the plush sofa of her sitting room, twirling the phone in her fingers. She had been expecting him to reach out. Encouraging it, even. Yet, staring at the message, she hesitated. The line between playing a game and getting caught in it was dangerously thin.But Lucian had yet to react to anything she’d done. Not the staff replacement, not the disorder she’d caused in the estate, not even her blatant attempts to provoke him. He remained distant, untouchable, as though she didn’t even exist. It burned.Maybe this would be the thing to get under his skin.She typed her response carefully.Ayra: I wouldn’t mind that. Where do you suggest?His reply came within moments.Leon: I know a private lounge near the East District. Great wine, even better company.She smiled faintly. He was charming, smooth. Just enough to make this easier.Ayra: Send

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 61 - Another Phase

    The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the city as Ayra stepped out of the car, the sleek black vehicle blending seamlessly with the polished luxury of the district. The streets here were lined with designer boutiques, private lounges, and high-end cafés—places that oozed exclusivity, where only the elite could afford to linger. It was the kind of setting she had been raised in for the later part of her life, yet now, standing before one of the finest cafés in the city, she felt strangely like an outsider.The café, Bellaria, was known for its privacy and refinement. It wasn’t a place for loud conversation or rushed meetings; here, the rich came to drink imported coffee, discuss business, and subtly flaunt their power. It was exactly the kind of place Lucian would be seen in.That was part of the reason she had come.Ayra pushed open the glass door, a small bell chiming above her head. Inside, the space was decorated in dark wood and gold, the air rich with the scent of roasted co

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 60 - A Thorn in His Side

    Nico stepped into Lucian’s office, the weight of his report pressing down on him. The room was dimly lit, the glow of the evening cityscape filtering through the large windows behind the man seated at the desk. Lucian didn’t look up immediately, his attention fixed on the documents before him, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood.“Speak,” Lucian said, his voice low, controlled.Nico took a slow breath before delivering the news. “It’s about Ayra.”Lucian’s fingers stilled. He finally looked up, his expression unreadable. “What did she do now?”“She’s replaced the staff.”Silence.Lucian leaned back in his chair, studying Nico with an eerie calm. “Come again?”Nico’s jaw tightened. “She fired the entire estate staff. Threw them out and replaced them with her own people. None of the original staff are left. Worse, they refuse to return.”Lucian’s gaze snapped up. “Refuse?”Nico hesitated, then nodded. “They’re scared, boss.”Lucian scoffed, leaning back in his cha

  • The Devil's Game   Chapter 59 - Come to Talk

    By the time the dust settled, the house was eerily quiet.The last of the protesting staff had been escorted off the premises, their voices still ringing in Ayra’s ears.The replacement staff stood awkwardly near the foyer, waiting for orders. But Ayra had none to give.She should have felt victorious.She had made her statement. She had taken control.But all she felt was exhaustion.The butler was the only one who hadn’t been forcibly removed. He still stood by the staircase, arms clasped behind his back. Unlike the others, he hadn’t fought. He hadn’t shouted.And that made him all the more annoying.Ayra met his gaze, a strange tension hanging between them.“You’re still here,” she observed.“I am,” he replied.“I told you to leave.”“You told them to leave,” he said with an insipid little look on his eye. “But you did not fire me.”Ayra exhaled through her nose. “Do you really think Lucian would let me? Would he be happy if I did so?”The butler smiled slightly, but it was devoid o

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