Chloe’s POVThe sun barely broke the skyline when I woke up.The city below us was just starting to stir. Horns echoed faintly in the distance, and light from streetlamps still flickered like they hadn’t gotten the memo that it was morning.The safehouse Lucas brought us to was tucked between two old warehouses in the industrial part of the city. It looked abandoned from the outside, but inside—it was wired. Cameras, sensors, reinforced walls. Someone had spent time turning it into a fortress.Emma leaned over the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand. Her black tank top was wrinkled, her jeans from yesterday. But there was a new look in her eyes.Focused. Cold.Lucas sat across from her, tapping something into a tablet. “I pulled the data from the servers before the vault blew. Damian’s been experimenting on more people than we thought. Across three cities.”Emma didn’t flinch. “Can we trace the labs?”“Two are underground. The third?” Lucas looked up. “Right under a nightclub.”Of cou
Emma’s POVI stared at the flash drive in my hand like it was a live wire.Lucas had said it contained everything—Damian’s investors, test subjects, financial trails, even blueprints. If it was real, this was the key to ending him.But I didn’t trust it. Not yet.I turned to Lucas, who leaned against the windowsill, eyes on the skyline. “How do I know this isn’t another trick?”He didn’t flinch. “You don’t. But I gave you the truth. What you do with it is up to you.”Ethan walked in from the hall, freshly showered, shirt hanging open. “Then we verify it.”Chloe followed close behind, still drying her hair with a towel. “I know someone who can check this without triggering alerts. She’s off-grid. Lives in a converted print shop two blocks from the train station.”Lucas nodded once. “Let’s go.”I slid the flash drive into a bag and zipped it shut. “No more delays.”Chloe’s POVThe streets were loud with early city buzz. Delivery trucks. Coffee lines. A couple arguing on the corner.We m
The small apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. I stared at the eviction notice taped to the counter. Bold, unforgiving letters. Two weeks to find a miracle—or a new place to live. My heart clenched, but I refused to cry. Not after everything Cameron put me through.Cassie’s voice rang from the other end of the line, sharp with concern. “You’re not thinking about going to that party, are you?”“I am,” I replied, pulling on the heels she’d lent me months ago. They pinched, but I couldn’t let that stop me. “What else am I supposed to do, Cassie? Sit here and wallow?”“Getting drunk isn’t going to fix anything, Emma.”“No,” I said, grabbing my purse. “But it’ll shut my brain up for one night.”Cassie sighed heavily, but I didn’t wait for her response. I hung up and left. The chilly New York air wrapped around me as I stepped out, heading toward the club where my life was about to change forever.---The music was deafening, a mix of bass and lights that made my
Emma’s Point of ViewThe sound of a spoon clinking against porcelain banged loud in the dining room. My stepmother, Regina, sat across from me, her perfectly manicured nails tapping rhythmically on the table. Her sharp green eyes scanned me like a predator stalking its prey. “Tell me, Emma,” she said, her voice deceptively sweet, “what exactly do you plan to do with your life now?” I hesitated, gripping the edge of my chair. “I’m figuring things out.” She let out a soft laugh, one that sent chills down my spine. “Figuring things out? That’s not good enough. Your father didn’t work his entire life for you to become—” she paused, her lips curling into a smirk—“a burden.” I clenched my fists under the table, willing myself not to react. Regina always had a way of digging under my skin, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. “I have a plan,” I said firmly, meeting her gaze. “Oh?” she arched a perfectly shaped brow. “And does this plan involve the father o
Ethan’s Point of ViewRegina’s townhouse was far from the opulence I expected for a woman with such a sharp tongue. It was modest, even charming, but I wasn’t here to admire the decor. I stepped out of the car, adjusting my cufflinks, and made my way to the door. My driver had already announced my arrival, so I wasn’t surprised when the door opened before I could knock.“Ethan,” Regina greeted with a sly smile. “What a pleasant surprise.”I didn’t return the smile. “We need to talk.”She stepped aside, waving me in. “By all means. You didn’t have to come all this way, though. A man like you must have better things to do.”“Nothing is more important than protecting my interests,” I replied, stepping into the living room.She closed the door and followed me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “You sound so serious. What’s the matter? Is the perfect marriage already falling apart?”I turned to face her, my expression cold. “Let’s skip the games, Regina. I know what you’re try
Emma’s Point of ViewThe morning light streamed through the windows of Ethan’s estate, but the beauty of the view did little to calm my nerves. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the coffee cup in front of me, trying to focus on anything other than the storm that was brewing.Ethan had been distant for the past few days, his mood colder than usual. He was always intense, but now there was a hard edge to him that made it impossible to ignore. I had an uncomfortable feeling that things were about to get worse.“Good morning,” I said quietly when I saw him enter the kitchen, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place.He didn’t respond immediately, instead grabbing a mug and pouring himself coffee. His silence made the air thick with tension, and I could feel my throat tighten.Finally, he spoke, his voice low and clipped. “You need to get dressed. We’re going out.”I didn’t have time to ask why before he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. His co
Emma’s POVEthan sat at the head of the table, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. His cold demeanor only fueled my frustration. “You’ve been quiet,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I take it you’re upset.” I set my fork down with deliberate slowness. “Upset doesn’t even begin to cover it, Ethan. What was that meeting with Delilah about? Why didn’t you tell me she existed?” His jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. “Because it wasn’t relevant.” “Not relevant?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You’re telling me that your *betrothed*—the woman you were supposed to marry—isn’t relevant?” “She’s my past,” Ethan said flatly. “You’re my present. That’s all that matters.” I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “Except she doesn’t seem to think she’s in the past. What kind of relationship do you even have with her?” Ethan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s complicated.” “Complicated,” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s all yo
Emma’s POVThe morning sun peeked through the thin curtains, painting the walls of the bedroom in golden hues. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Sleep had evaded me last night, as it often did since Ethan became a constant storm in my life. His words, his moods, and his secrets were like weights I carried every day, and I didn’t know how much longer I could bear them. Downstairs, the dining room table was set with an elegant breakfast spread. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants filled the air. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to eat. My appetite had vanished, replaced by the unease that now seemed to follow me everywhere. Ethan’s chair sat empty, as it often did. I pushed my plate away, frustration bubbling inside me. Cassie’s advice replayed in my mind like a broken record. *“Stand your ground, Emma. If you let him control you, you’ll lose yourself.”* The sound of steady footsteps drew my attention. Ethan entered the room, dressed sharply in his signature navy
Emma’s POVI stared at the flash drive in my hand like it was a live wire.Lucas had said it contained everything—Damian’s investors, test subjects, financial trails, even blueprints. If it was real, this was the key to ending him.But I didn’t trust it. Not yet.I turned to Lucas, who leaned against the windowsill, eyes on the skyline. “How do I know this isn’t another trick?”He didn’t flinch. “You don’t. But I gave you the truth. What you do with it is up to you.”Ethan walked in from the hall, freshly showered, shirt hanging open. “Then we verify it.”Chloe followed close behind, still drying her hair with a towel. “I know someone who can check this without triggering alerts. She’s off-grid. Lives in a converted print shop two blocks from the train station.”Lucas nodded once. “Let’s go.”I slid the flash drive into a bag and zipped it shut. “No more delays.”Chloe’s POVThe streets were loud with early city buzz. Delivery trucks. Coffee lines. A couple arguing on the corner.We m
Chloe’s POVThe sun barely broke the skyline when I woke up.The city below us was just starting to stir. Horns echoed faintly in the distance, and light from streetlamps still flickered like they hadn’t gotten the memo that it was morning.The safehouse Lucas brought us to was tucked between two old warehouses in the industrial part of the city. It looked abandoned from the outside, but inside—it was wired. Cameras, sensors, reinforced walls. Someone had spent time turning it into a fortress.Emma leaned over the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand. Her black tank top was wrinkled, her jeans from yesterday. But there was a new look in her eyes.Focused. Cold.Lucas sat across from her, tapping something into a tablet. “I pulled the data from the servers before the vault blew. Damian’s been experimenting on more people than we thought. Across three cities.”Emma didn’t flinch. “Can we trace the labs?”“Two are underground. The third?” Lucas looked up. “Right under a nightclub.”Of cou
Emma’s POVThe detonator at Chloe’s feet looked like it had been ripped from a war movie. Wires coiled beneath a thumb-sized button. I didn’t know whether to pick it up or kick it off the cliff.“What the hell is that supposed to do?” Chloe snapped, inching backward.Lucas didn’t blink. “It’s connected to charges I placed under the ridge days ago. If Damian’s men follow the path down, they’ll walk into a grave.”Ethan laughed coldly. “You expect us to believe you prepped this whole place… just in case?”Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Damian’s plans run deep. I’ve been one step behind him for years. I stopped trying to keep up. I started laying traps.”“You’re still on his leash,” I muttered. “You brought us here.”“I brought you here to end it.”The wind howled through the trees like it was warning us to leave. Below, the valley looked peaceful. But I could sense it—danger was close. Too close.Ethan kept the gun trained on Lucas. “You don’t get to make that call. We decide what happens next
Emma’s POVThe silence between us stretched long and tense. Lucas stood in the middle of the road, his expression unreadable. His dark clothes blended with the night, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—never wavered from mine. I hadn’t seen him in years. And now, here he was, standing in our way like a ghost from the past. Chloe kept her grip on the wheel, her fingers twitching. “Who is he?” I swallowed. “My brother.” Ethan’s grip on the gun tightened. “You never mentioned a brother.” Because I never thought I’d see him again. Lucas tilted his head. “Are you going to introduce me properly, Emma?” I opened my mouth, but no words came. Chloe exhaled sharply. “We don’t have time for reunions. Move.” Lucas didn’t flinch. “I can’t let you pass.” Ethan lifted his gun. “Then you’re a problem.” Lucas remained still, his gaze locked onto mine. “Emma, tell them to lower their weapons.” I hesitated. Lucas had been gone for so long. Why was he here now? And more import
Emma’s POVThe cold night air hit me like a slap as we burst out of Damian’s estate. Shadows stretched across the vast grounds, and the moon barely offered enough light to guide our way. Our breaths came in sharp gasps, but stopping wasn’t an option. “We need a car,” Ethan said, his voice raw from exhaustion. Chloe scanned the area. “There.” She pointed toward a sleek black SUV parked near the garage. Footsteps thundered behind us. More guards. Emma grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Run.” We sprinted. Chloe reached the SUV first, yanking the driver’s side door open. She slid in, fingers flying over the dashboard in a desperate attempt to hotwire it. “Come on, come on,” she muttered. The guards were closing in. “Chloe!” I urged. A spark. The engine roared to life. “Get in!” she shouted. Ethan and I barely had time to throw ourselves into the car before she slammed her foot on the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement as we sped toward the gates. Gunfire erupted behi
Emma’s POVDamian’s smirk lingered as if he had already won. He expected me to obey without question, to betray Chloe without hesitation. He didn’t know me at all. “I need you to prove your loyalty,” Damian continued, pacing leisurely in front of me. “Bring me Chloe.” I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Why her?” “She has something I want.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “And if I refuse?” Damian’s eyes darkened, amusement vanishing. “Then Ethan suffers.” He gestured toward Ethan, still shackled, his lip split from the last hit. “You see, Emma, I’m a reasonable man. Do as I ask, and he lives.” Ethan groaned, shifting against his restraints. “Don’t listen to him. You know this is a trap.” I did. Damian was testing me. But I couldn’t let Ethan pay the price for my defiance. I needed a way out—fast. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady. “But I need time.” Damian arched a brow. “Time?” “She won’t come willingly. I have to convince her.” He studied me for a moment
Emma’s POVThe forest was eerily silent, save for the heavy breathing of those around me. Marcus, Damian’s enforcer, stood tense and poised for violence, while Alexander’s unexpected arrival threw everything into uncertainty. Chloe shifted beside me, her hands subtly moving toward the small blade she carried at her waist. I could feel Ethan’s protective stance near me, his body coiled like a spring, ready to react. Alexander’s cold gaze flicked between Marcus and us. “Damian doesn’t want them dead,” he said sharply. “Not yet.” Marcus let out a low chuckle, his amusement sending chills through me. “That’s funny, because he didn’t give me any orders to keep them alive.” He rolled his shoulders, as if he was itching for a fight. “Besides, they’re already too much trouble. It’d be easier to end it now.” Ethan stepped forward slightly, positioning himself in front of me. “You should listen to Alexander, Marcus. If Damian wants us alive, you don’t want to be the one who disobeys.”
Emma’s POVThe crisp morning air stung my cheeks as I stood at the cabin’s doorstep, my thoughts drifting between Ethan’s warmth and the danger lurking beyond the trees. The snow was fresh, untouched, save for our own footprints from the night before. I couldn’t help but feel a shiver crawl down my spine despite the sunlight cutting through the forest canopy.Ethan stepped up behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “We’ll have to move soon,” he said, his voice steady.I nodded, forcing myself to focus. After everything Chloe revealed, it felt like the entire world was shifting under my feet. A powerful member of the council was helping Damian. The implications were terrifying. If the council itself was compromised, then nowhere was safe.Ethan pulled me close, his lips brushing against my temple. “We’ll figure it out.”Chloe joined us on the porch, her expression as tense as mine. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, crossing her arms. “We need more than just a plan to confron
Emma’s POVThe morning was calm, but my mind wasn’t. Bright sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting every corner of the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring out into the woods beyond the cabin. Snow glistened under the sun, making the entire landscape look peaceful. It was the kind of scene you’d expect in a painting, but peace was the last thing I felt. Behind me, Ethan stirred. The bed creaked as he shifted, his warm hand brushing my back. “Why are you up so early?” he asked, his voice low and husky from sleep. “I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, my voice soft. He sat up, leaning against the headboard. “What’s on your mind?” “Damian,” I said honestly. “And whoever’s helping him.” Ethan sighed heavily. “We’ll handle it.” “How can you be so sure?” I turned to face him, needing answers. “He’s out there, plotting, and we don’t even know who else is involved. Chloe said someone in the council might be behind this. That’s big, Ethan.” “I know,” he said calmly,