Novel-novel oleh Deji_B

Vincent showed up and saved the day.Here's how it went. =•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•While Lawrence had been asking questions and talking to Damien, Vincent and his men were already in the house looking for Trina's whereabouts with the tracker and blueprint of the mansion.All the talk with Damien was just to keep him busy, however, he wasn't sure how long he could keep up before Damien looses it. On the bright side, Lawrence got some things off his chest in that conversation. =•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•"Wait". Lawrence screamed in true fear of Trina dying as he didn't know that Vincent had already gotten there. His eyes wide and face wet with sweat as memories of Diana's death resurface and he truly feels fear.The fear of loosing someone he loved. Again. Not a second later, the man pointing his gun at Trina dropped it, causing Damien to yell at him and relief flooded Lawrence. "I never ordered you to drip it moron, pick it up now!". He yelled h

3rd person POVOn the way back home, Lawrence checked the tracker he placed in Trina's phone just to see that her location was tricky, she was in the house but not quite. 'I really do hope she's just exploring and that nothing's wrong'. He thought to himself . "Derek, I need the mansions blue print once we get home". He muttered, as Derek answered with a nod, and immediately started tapping some words on his phone. Then, a call came in from one of Lawrence's men who was sent to search the Rainers residence for his brother. With Vincent's permission of course. They're colleagues (friends) now, remember?"Boss, we can't find Sir Damien. He was not at the Rainers residence". "Got it, call the unit present at the house and ask for my baby's whereabouts. Now". Lawrence replies and ends the call.As much as he doesn't want to believe that Damien is behind all these, he must as he had seen it for himself. His brother had always been the neutral and quiet person in the house. However, h

3rd person POVLawrence, on arriving at the Rainers residence, found the place to be too quiet. The tall black gates that were once a familiar sight, now looking like the door to a forbidden territory. However, he pushed the door, the creaking sound louder than he thought, making him grit his teeth together as he was trying his best to be quiet. He walked in, saw no guards and the Rainers residence is never without security.After scouting the front yard with Derek for about a minute, he spotted a shadow crouched down, hiding at the back of the entrance door and realized... "It's a trap, fall back now!". Lawrence's voice booms as he and Derek run as fast as the could but were surrounded before the got to the car, resulting in the rest of his men surrendering. No one but a few of my men and Trina know about this planWhosoever ratted me out is dead" Lawrence said in his head as his hands were tied to his back.Only then, did Vincent reveal himself. Of course there was a trick up h

Trina's P.O.VI can't believe we're doing this... just yesterday this man arming himself in front of me was just laying on my laps talking about his fear.I don't see no fear in his eyes, the only thing is he's exuding predator aura, and as much as I love this man, I'm scared of what he'll do and also what harm can be done to him.Call me pessimistic but...What if the plan goes wrong?What if Vincent is actually not the culprit?What if there's an ambush waiting for them?A thousand what if's running through my mind in a second. "Stop looking at me like I'm going to die anytime soon. I'll be back in a few, I promise". He says not directly looking at me, continuing to arm himself to the teeth."Don't you think you should have some kind of plan? Instead of just running over to the Rainers residence" I take my gaze off him to look at the nails of the right hand which I've been busy biting, due to nervousness. "Oh baby, I've had a plan since the day they thought to mess with me". He sm

3rd Person POV"Yes I did". Lawrence replied and raised his head up from a paper he was reading. "I told him you were attacked yesterday, and to tighten security". Lawrence continued, as he said this Trina was already on edge as Lawrence's brother was the least person she suspected so she decided to ask another question to confirm her suspicions."Was that all you told him?". She asked, already picking at her nails which is one thing she does when nervous. Her gut, telling her that something was very wrong here but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Yes, that's all I told him". Lawrence replied and if there was any color on her face, it just drained as she felt her blood run cold. Lawrence's brothers room was just a few doors from hers and if he was the one after her life, it wouldn't be too hard to do that as that man has skills when it comes to combat.It doesn't make any sense that it's him, I mean we get along, right?Even if it was him, why would he wait till now, when

Trina's P. O.VAfter telling Lawrence everything yesterday, he repeatedly made it clear that I should never keep things from him as what we're dealing with is more dangerous than I think. Of course I know it's dangerous, I was literally in a horror movie some hours back That incident made me wake up though, now I'm determined to know exactly who's behind this."Are you there?". I heard a voice while a hand was waving at my face. With my eyes back in focus, it's Lawrence's brother."Hi, what's up?". I ask to ease the awkward feeling I got, probably because he's never spoken to me without Lawrence's presence."I've been calling out your name for a few times now, you good?". He asked crouching a bit and I nodded and involuntarily put some distance between us."Yeah, I'm okay... was just lost in thought". I reply, looking at him expectantly cause I was expecting a conversation and also curious to know why he was calling me."Uh, I heard about what happened yesterday, please be careful.

There are moments in life that don’t feel real while they’re happening. You live inside them like a dream, drifting somewhere between disbelief and awe, and it’s only later when the music fades and your cheeks ache from smiling , that you realize: it was all real. This was one of those moments. My wedding day. Not the first one , the one that had been stolen from me, twisted into something cold and strategic. That one had been marked by survival. But today? Today was about love. The ceremony took place in the southern courtyard of the mansion, the largest one, where the white stone arches met flowering vines, and the rebuilt fountain sang with fresh water. Lorenzo had spent months restoring it with Logan, and I could see his touch in every detail. Everything from the pale gold lanterns to the silk-draped chairs was intentional. Thoughtful. Us. The guests filled the courtyard, murmuring in soft joy and anticipation. People I knew. People who had fought beside us, cried

There are mornings now where I wake up and don’t flinch. It always surprises me when it happens. Because for so long, I’d woken to panic. To the echo of chains in my mind. The feel of cold stone under my cheek. The whisper of footsteps that might’ve been his. Even after I was safe, those echoes lived inside me. But this morning… this morning was different. The sun touched my face through the window, my window. The one that looked out over the hills and the half-repaired west courtyard, where the roses had started blooming again. I turned toward the warmth instead of away from it. I breathed in and didn’t brace for pain. And beside me, still sleeping, was Lorenzo. His chest rose and fell, steady. One arm curled beneath the pillow. The other loose across the space between us, never gripping, never pulling just open. Not a claim. Not a demand. An invitation. I stared at his hand for a long time. Then slipped mine into it. And for the first time in years, the weight

Lorenzo’s Point of ViewShe wore the ring like a wound.A symbol of something sacred turned sacrificial. Something that should have belonged to joy, but was bound instead by fear. I saw it every time she looked at her hand, every time she hesitated to touch the band, like it might burn.Because it wasn’t real. Not yet.Yes, Sarah was already my wife. Legally. Officially. On paper.But that paper was stained with everything we had bled through. Her father’s threats. The forced vows. The hollow ceremony. The silence between us in those early days when she didn’t know if I was a captor or a shield.We survived it.But surviving isn’t the same as healing.And I wanted to give her back something I took.Choice.So I planned the proposal.The real one.Not with chandeliers and champagne. Not with photographers or formal wear or an audience of strangers.Just her. Just me. Just a question, stripped bare of expectation.Would you choose me again?It started with the garden.The west courtyard

Sarah’s P.O.VI always thought the house couldn’t get any quieter.But that was before she arrived.I don’t even know her name.Lorenzo never told me, and she never gave it. Maybe she didn’t know it anymore. Maybe it had been taken from her, along with the rest of her senses.She moved like a shadow, quiet, deliberate, her steps memorized by touch, not sight. Her hands would trail along the walls like reading a braille script that only she could see. A silent, blind ghost in a mansion of whispers.And yet, she was trusted with his food.With Donga’s food.It was Lorenzo’s idea. A layer of protection on top of the lockdown.“She can’t hear him,” he told me. “Can’t see him. Can’t be manipulated.”We were standing in the study when he said it, papers spread out between us, security logs, biometric reports, maps of the underground dungeon.“He’s sealed in a vault with one access point,” he continued. “The maid only uses the elevator system. It’s completely mechanical, no screens, no ele

Lorenzo’s Point of View There are prisons. Then there are graves. What we built beneath the mansion was never meant to house the living. It was a tomb for monsters, designed not to rehabilitate, but to erase. No paper trail. No airflow from the outside. Concrete wrapped in steel, protected by algorithms so aggressive they could burn through decoys, fingerprints, even blood. This cell, required my eyes to open. Not scans. Not codes. Retinal tissue. Pulled in real time. Not even Logan knew the override sequence. I never thought I’d use it. Until tonight. Donga didn’t struggle when we came for him. That normally would have disturbed me but I knew and was so sure that he could not escape this. I also knew that his confidence came from the thought that he could escape anything. He had forgotten that he was just human like everyone else. He sat calmly in the temporary cell, legs crossed, as though he were meditating. When the doors opened and Daniel enter

Lorenzo’s P.O.VThe first alert came as a flicker.A minor biometric mismatch at the southern perimeter, an anomaly small enough to be written off as a sensor glitch. But I didn’t write things off. Not anymore. Not since Donga escaped the first time.I had the system scan again.That’s when it pinged.A bootprint. Lightweight tactical. Not one of ours. The step was too shallow, too perfect. Not a mistake. A test. Someone was probing us, again.I leaned over the console and hit the override key.“All units,” I said into the comms. “This is Lorenzo. We have a breach. I want every sector on lockdown. Initiate protocol L” I ordered as soon as I smelt a breach. I didn’t care whether or not it was real or fake or could be a mistake. If it was, u could just raise the lockdown. A pause took over the whole building. Then chaos answered.Doors slammed shut across the mansion. Steel partitions dropped from the ceilings. Every hallway reconfigured to funnel intruders toward pre-selected c

A far fetched dream that was now her reality. Today was the day she would finalize her marriage with Dario, the love of her life. The man that found her chained in an underground auction. She chuckled a bit at the thought because what are the odds? As she sat up in bed, Marissa took a deep breath, letting the reality of the moment wash over her. Today, she would step into a new chapter of her life, one that she had envisioned countless times. Her heart raced as she thought about the ceremony, the vows, and the promises they would make to each other. She could already picture Dario standing at the altar, his warm smile lighting up the room, and she felt a rush of happiness. According to their tradition, only now can she finally move in with him in a house separate from the pack house. After a quick breakfast, Marissa slipped into her wedding dress, a beautiful blue dress that flowed elegantly to the floor. The intricate lace detailing and delicate beading sparkled as she

In the heart of a dark, enchanted forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the moonlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, a coven of witches gathered. Their leader, the old formidable sorceress, had been watching the unfolding romance between Alpha Dario and Marissa, the beautiful daughter of the Moonlight Tribe. The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.” The witches murmured in agreement, their eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They began to conjure, their hands weaving intricate pat

Alpha Dario stood at the edge of the forest, the crisp morning air wrapping around him like a familiar cloak. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and he took a deep breath, letting the scents of pine and earth fill his lungs. Today was a significant day, one that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in his life. He was preparing for his wedding to Marissa, the woman who had captured his heart and soul. As the Alpha of his pack, Dario felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. His role was not just to lead but to protect, nurture, and provide for his people. Marissa had been a beacon of light in his life, her laughter echoing in his mind as he thought about the vows he would soon recite. They had faced numerous challenges together, and each trial had only strengthened their bond. Now, as he prepared for their union, he wanted to ensure that his vows reflected the depth of his love and commitment. He had spent several nights and

Claire stood at the mouth of the stream with a gentle smile on her face, her heart swelling with joy. Today was a day of celebration, a day to honor the love between her brother, Alpha Dario, and his mate, Marissa. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine, and the sound of laughter echoed through the woods as friends and family gathered to witness the union of two souls destined to be together. Claire had always looked up to Dario, her older brother, who had taken on the mantle of leadership in their pack with grace and strength. He was not only a fierce protector but also a caring brother, always ensuring that Claire felt loved and cherished. As she watched him interact with Marissa, Claire could see the deep bond they shared, a connection that seemed to radiate warmth and happiness. Marissa was a perfect match for Dario, complementing his strength with her kindness, compassion and even more strength. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, and the woods qui

James sat quietly on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as the soft light of the afternoon sun streamed through the window. It was a beautiful day, the kind that made everything seem vibrant and alive, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming main wedding. Alpha Dario and Marissa were finally tying the knot, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Yet, amidst the joy, James felt a swell of emotions that he couldn’t quite put into words. As he reflected on the journey that had brought them to this moment, memories flooded back moments of laughter, struggles, and the unwavering bond that had formed between them. Dario had always been more than just a friend; he was a brother, a mentor, and the kind of leader who inspired those around him. Marissa, with her infectious laughter and kind heart, had somehow become a sister to him. Regardless of the fact that he was still scared of her. Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to what it meant to tru

Dario stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, but it was the sight of Marissa that truly illuminated his heart. She was in the other room, finalizing her own preparations, and he could hear her soft laughter mingling with the bustling sounds of their wedding day. He took a moment to admire the suit she had picked out for him. It was tailored perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean physique. The deep navy blue fabric shimmered subtly, hinting at a sophisticated elegance that was both timeless and modern. Marissa had insisted on the color, believing it would complement her dress beautifully, and Dario couldn’t help but agree. It was a bold choice, one that spoke to their shared taste for the extraordinary. As he ran his fingers over the smooth fabric, memories flooded his mind. He recalled the day Marissa had dragged him to the suit shop, her ey