THE HIDDEN RIVAL
They thought he was just another runaway.
They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise.
After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran.
That night on the streets, she didn’t find safety. She found the mafia.
Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn’t correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive.
Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars.
Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival.
A faceless vigilante by night.
A silent infiltrator by day.
And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge.
Alex isn’t just hunting criminals. She’s chasing the truth behind her father’s deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her.
How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?
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Chapter: CHAPTER ELEVEN : JUST NOTICE. RIVAL’S POV Something snapped inside me the moment I walked out of Boris’ office, it was not panic or not fear, fear was the last thing I was feeling now, what I felt now is Focus, The kind that kicks in when you realize you’ve stepped onto a battlefield, and there’s no backing out. The only way out is through it and to even know that your enemy was watching your every single move. But for me to focus first, I needed to know what the fuck I was actually dealing with, I wasn’t going to kill anyone blindly, not even if it meant Boris would personally break every bone in my body, nah am kidding but I needed leverage, a plan or at least a truth I could twist into armor. So I waited until the next shift change when guards switched duty post, and When they got sloppy. When the lights dimmed, and most recruits passed out from fatigue or hunger, and when am sure the CCTV camera are turned off for thirty minutes like they do daily. Shadow had dozed off, blade still half-hid under his pi
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: CHAPTER ELEVEN : BIG STEP RIVAL’S POV I woke up to the sound of someone screaming but it was not mine or that of Shadow’s,it was Someone else, Someone outside maybe a person they were torturing. The sound drilled through the concrete walls like a dying animal choking on its last breath. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. But Shadow was already sitting up on his slab, tying his laces like he expected this shit. “What the fuck—” I started. “Quiet.” I pinned my mouth immediately. He moved to the door, pressed his ear against the metal, eyes narrowed. “They’re dragging someone,” he muttered. “along the Left corridor.” Another scream tore through the silence, and I got off the slab slowly, my heart was already beating abnormal. “Why?” “They probably broke rule three,” Shadow said, straightening, like this was a normal thing.... father Lord what did I get myself into.... “What’s rule three?” I asked him. “Don’t talk to ghosts.” I blinked at him. “Come again?” But he didn’t answer me Instead, he
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: CHAPTER NINE: OBSERVE RIVAL’S POV : The next morning slapped harder than a belt on wet skin. The metal door creaked open like it was groaning in pain, and before I could ask what now, a thick boot kicked against the bars. “Get your ass up.” Yeah, ‘good morning’ would’ve been too polite. I blinked, still lying on the cold concrete slab they called a bed, My whole body ached from the last match even my soul was limping, you don't wanna know how I walked like, But somehow, hearing my name chanted the other day was still litting a beautiful spark in my chest. Shadow was already up, lacing his boots like he’d been waiting since midnight. “Where the hell are we going?” I asked, voice scratchy from sleep and disuse. “Class.” I scoffed. “Class? What the hell is this? Murder University?” Shadow didn’t laugh, just stared at me, of course he didn’t. “They’ll teach you how to survive. Whether you listen or not is up to you.” He stood and tossed me a shirt. “Wear that and be fast we’re late.”
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHT: SETUP Rival’s POV : I swear if I spent one more hour staring at Shadow doing fucking squats in the corner like a prison monk, I was gonna bash my own head in. “This place is sucking the life outta me,” I muttered, kicking a bottle cap across the floor. It clanged against the bars like even it wanted out. Shadow didn’t flinch. Just kept going. Like he was built from silence and suppressed rage. “No fights today either?” I called over, mostly out of desperation. He didn’t respond. Cool. So I was stuck in the cage with a mute ninja. Great. The boredom was eating me alive. I needed something. Anything. Movement. Noise. Even a slap to the face would’ve been nice. So naturally, I did what any curious bastard would do. I got up and wandered. Shadow didn’t stop me. He didn’t even glance up. Just muttered, “Don’t poke the wrong hornet’s nest.” “Noted,” I said, already halfway down the hallway. The base was quieter than usual. No fights. No drills. Just murmurs and footstep
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: TOO FUCKING LATE Rival’s POV You ever get your name screamed like a war chant and feel like you just made it to the damn Olympics? Yeah man...That was me last night. “RIVAL! RIVAL! RIVAL!” Still gives me chills. And not the bad kind, The kinda chills that make you puff your chest a bit when no one’s looking. But then morning came like a slap to the face. I blinked up at the ceiling of the cage they call a “room,” arms sprawled, one leg over the edge of the thin-ass mattress that felt like it was stuffed with broken bricks. Shadow was already up, Guy doesn’t sleep, I swear. Just crouched by the window, hood over his face like a gothic gargoyle. He tilted his head a bit and muttered, “You're awake.” “No shit,” I groaned, dragging myself up. My ribs still ached from last night’s ass-whooping, but I was alive. That counted for something here. “No fights today,” Shadow said like he read my mind. “Use it well.” “Use it how?” “To survive longer.” I stared. “Damn, you always gotta so
Last Updated: 2025-08-01
Chapter: CHAPTER SIX : WAIT WHAT CAGE ?Ughh… my brain was a fuckin’ cement mixer. I blinked once nope twice actually. The lights above me were flickering like they were powered by regret. I groaned and sat up, only to realize.... oh, come on, was I in a damn cage? A real, actual cage after fighting that monster the least they could do was give me a nice bed but nope. No mattress or even a pillow. Just cold concrete and rusted iron bars like I’d just been tossed into a zoo for mentally unstable badasses. I rubbed the back of my neck, wincing. My entire body felt like I had been hit by a truck, then dragged fifty miles by its tires. Every inch of me screamed from that fight with Natalya. That man fought like a demon with rabies. Pretty sure I saw Satan tapping out in the corner halfway through. But… I won. Didn’t I? That flash of the crowd screaming, the blood in my mouth, the sound of his body hitting the ground… then everything went black. Now, here I was. Caged like an animal, dehydrated, starved, sore and
Last Updated: 2025-07-31
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