Alysha remained where she stood, her entire body numb as she stared at the door, horror widening her eyes. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her mind spinning, her heart heavy with disbelief. The world she had known was crumbling before her eyes.Andrine quickly moved to her side, cupping Alysha’s face in her small hands. "Someone sent another man into your room, right?" she asked softly, her words filled with certainty.Alysha’s eyes widened as she looked at her sister. "What?" she breathed, taken aback."I heard them talking," Andrine continued, her voice calm but filled with quiet determination. "I think Seraphina did it."Tears began to roll down Alysha’s cheeks as the weight of Andrine’s words settled in. The truth was too painful, too shocking to bear. "What?" Alysha choked, her voice barely audible.Andrine’s eyes remained steady as she held her sister close. "Don’t listen to Neil Holland, Alysha," she said firmly, her words filled with fierce resolve. "Go to y
Bjorn’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he floored the gas pedal of his Bugatti. The engine roared, the sleek car tearing down the road like a bullet, its speed pushing the limits of control. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, filled with a mixture of fury and excitement. Every ounce of his being was focused on one destination—Holland Mansion.Beside him, Ivan sat rigid, his normally composed demeanor shaken. His wide eyes flicked between Bjorn’s intense expression and the blur of the world rushing past them. The speed at which they were driving was reckless, even for someone like Bjorn, who lived for chaos."Slow down, Bjorn!" Ivan finally managed to shout over the roaring engine, his voice laced with shock. His fingers dug into the seat, bracing against the wild turns and the sheer velocity of the car. The tension between them was palpable, a shared understanding that whatever awaited them at Holland Mansion was no small matter.But Bjorn ignored
Neil wasted no time. With a swift motion, he grabbed Alysha and Andrine, his hands gripping their arms tightly. "We’re leaving. Now!" he barked, his voice urgent, filled with the panic of the escalating situation.Andrine struggled, her eyes wide with defiance as Neil pulled her along. "Where are you taking us?" she shouted, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. "We don’t want to go with you! Look! They came for us!"Her voice echoed through the narrow corridor as Neil hurried them toward the back exit, his pace quick and determined. The sound of Bjorn’s car ramming the gate reverberated through the mansion, growing louder with each hit. It was clear that the front entrance was no longer safe, and Neil had no intention of letting Bjorn or Ivan reach them."Quiet, Andrine!" Neil growled, pulling her closer. "You don’t know what you’re talking about!"Alysha, too overwhelmed by the chaos, stumbled as Neil dragged her along. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions—part of her wanting t
The SUV skidded to a halt near the private jet, its sleek white body gleaming under the runway lights. The engines hummed softly, ready for takeoff, the only sound cutting through the otherwise silent night. Neil wasted no time as he threw open the door, stepping out and motioning for Alysha and Andrine to follow.Andrine’s eyes widened as she stepped out of the car, the sight of the jet momentarily distracting her from her rebellious thoughts. Alysha, still shaken, followed closely behind, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced back toward the dark horizon, where danger still lingered. Neil, his face tense with urgency, gestured toward the jet. "Get on. Now," he commanded, his voice firm and filled with an underlying layer of stress. He glanced around the empty runway, his eyes scanning for any signs of pursuit.Andrine, her earlier bravado somewhat dampened by the sheer reality of their escape, shot Neil a look but said nothing as she walked toward the steps of the jet. Aly
As the last echoes of the jet engines faded into the night, the soft crunch of boots on the tarmac drew Andrine’s attention. Her eyes, still filled with the pride of her sister’s connection to the Rodriguez family, snapped toward the approaching figure—and her smile vanished.There he stood, Maximilian Holland, dressed sharply in his military uniform. The gleaming badges on his chest and the crisp folds of his uniform made him look every bit the war hero. At 188 cm tall, his athletic figure moved with ease, his blond hair catching the faint lights of the runway, and his piercing blue eyes fixed on Andrine with a look of unmistakable joy. He looked like a Hollywood star, the kind that graced movie posters, and not the rugged fields they were used to.Andrine’s gaze hardened, her earlier pride faltering as she glared at him. Her thoughts raced, anger rising within her, though she said nothing. This was not the future she had imagined, and his presence only reminded her of the path she d
Andrine, overwhelmed by her emotions, suddenly lunged toward Alysha, throwing her arms around her sister in a desperate embrace. Alysha hitched, startled by the sudden movement, but then slowly composed herself, her own head spinning with the weight of everything that was happening. She wrapped her arms tightly around Andrine, holding her as her sister trembled with fury."I’m not going to leave Alysha!" Andrine cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Neil Holland, I know exactly what you’re planning with us!"Maximilian stood to the side, taken aback by the intensity of Andrine’s reaction. His usually calm demeanor faltered as he tried to process what was unfolding."Andrine, stop," Alysha said softly, though her voice was shaky. "They are helping us."But Andrine wasn’t done. Her voice rose again, filled with defiance. "They’re not helping us, Alysha. They’re blocking us!"Alysha, wide-eyed, looked at her sister in disbelief. "Blocking us?" she whispered, struggling to make se
The sudden arrival of flashing lights and blaring sirens outside the Rodriguez mansion shattered the calm night. Dozens of police cars and black SUVs filled the driveway, and heavily armed officers and secret agents poured out, their faces etched with anger and determination. They moved swiftly, spreading out around the mansion, their weapons drawn, their expressions tight with purpose. Inside, Lilian and Gabriel Rodriguez stood in the grand foyer, both frozen in shock as they watched the chaos unfolding before their eyes. They exchanged a glance, their confusion clear to see. This wasn’t some random raid—it was personal. The sheer number of agents and the intensity of their movements made it clear that something serious was happening."What the hell is going on?" Lilian hissed under her breath, her heart racing as she gripped Gabriel’s arm tightly. She scanned the room, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding around them.Gabriel’s face remained stern, though his eyes flicker
One officer gave one final nod before turning away, leading his team further into the mansion to find Bjorn. As the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, Gabriel and Lilian stood together in silence, the weight of their son’s actions hanging over them like a dark cloud.The second officer, his tone stern and matter-of-fact, stepped forward. "Your son, Bjorn Rodriguez, attacked the Jarl palace," he said, his eyes never leaving Gabriel and Lilian.Lilian gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the shock hit her like a wave. "Attacked the Jarl palace?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "That can’t be true."Gabriel took a deep breath, his jaw clenching as the weight of the officer's words settled over him. He had feared something like this for a long time but never imagined it would escalate to this point. The officer continued, unflinching. "He even shot toward Karol Jarl," he added, his voice growing more intense.Lilian froze, her mind refusing to process what she