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Freya’s POVThere was chaos on the battlefield. All around us, we could hear the striking of swords, the cries of fighters, and the roars of beasts. My fingers were sweat-slick from holding my sword, and I could feel my heart rushing. The enemy was relentless and used all of their strength to advance. Kane was fighting beside me, his moves sharp and exact as he cut through the enemy lines. Something inside of me was changing, but I still wanted to fight with him, to be strong by his side. I could feel my skills throbbing beneath my skin, and they were getting stronger. I simply had no idea how to handle them. "Freya!" I was shocked out of my trance by Kane's tone. "Focus! We need to take down their boss if we have any chance of winning!" I nodded, swallowing the fear that rose in my throat. I had to do this. For Kane. For all of us. I raised my hand, and suddenly, a wave of energy rushed through me. The ground beneath my feet cracked, and a burst of light shot from my fingers, bla

Freya’s POVThe air was thick with anxiety as I stood behind Kane, looking at the chart stretched out in front of us. Our plan was risky, but it was the only option we had left. If we didn’t move quickly, the enemy would overrun us all. And if we failed, the cost would be unthinkable. "We need to hit them where they least expect it," Kane continued, his voice calm but filled with an edge of urgency. "Their stronghold is heavily guarded, but there’s a weak point here." He pointed to a narrow pass on the map. "It’s the only place they’re vulnerable." I nodded, my mind racing. "If we can get in through there, we can take them by surprise. But what if they’re expecting us?" "They won’t," Kane replied, eyes narrowing. "We’ll move quickly. We’ll make a distraction and slip in before they know what struck them." A shiver went through me. The plan was bold. We would have to use all of our resources to make it work. However, that was our only opportunity. I said, "We move tonight," in a q

Freya’s POVAs I stood there looking at my brother Azrak, the wind howled all around us. Despite his angry expression, there was something else—almost... familiar—in his gaze."What are you doing?" With hardly more than a whisper, I asked. The darkness within me stirred, and my heart thumped. "Why would you betray everyone in this way?"A ruthless sneer twisted Azrak's lips. "Betrayal? Freya, no. No one has been betrayed by me. I'm only stealing what belongs to me.My mind racing, I shook my head. However, you are my brother! How could you harm me like this? To everyone?"Azrak's eyes briefly softened before hardening once more. "I take it you don't understand? We are all affected by the darkness that permeates our veins and the history of our family. This power and this war are aspects of who we are.Bewildered and scared, I took a step back. "No, you're not correct. We are not required to take that route. We can combat it.He gave a sour laugh. "You believe it's a decision? Do you b

Freya’s POVAs I stood at the edge of the camp, my pulse thumping in my chest, the chilly wind howled all around us. The dark, uncontrollable power still pumped within me. However, I had learned about something else today, something much more horrifying.Kane's voice cut through my thoughts, "I need to speak with you." He was standing behind me, his face glum, when I turned around."What is it?" I inquired, already fearing his response. Every chat we had lately seemed to exacerbate the situation.He led me to the fire where the others were gathered and said, "Come inside." "We have gained knowledge. The adversary, perhaps.With every step I took, the fear in my chest grew as I followed him. Kane looked at the others and then at me as we sat down."We have to tell you something, Freya." After pausing, he inhaled deeply. "You know the person who has been pulling the strings, the leader of the shadow creatures. Someone from your history.Confused, I scowled. "What are you discussing? The

Freya’s POV Now, the air around me felt changed. Heavier. Thicker. As if the world itself were holding its breath. I stared down at my hands, which shook. The burning excitement from just a few moments ago was still flowing through my blood. "What am I experiencing?" Uncertain whether I was even prepared to accept what was happening, I said to myself. The voice in my mind that had pushed me to accept this power was still there, speaking its warnings and promises like a ghost. "Freya?" My thoughts were broken by Kane's words, and I looked back to see him standing a few feet away, looking at me worriedly. "Are you alright?" I didn't know if I believed it myself, but I nodded. "I... Kane, I'm not sure. Something changed within me. Kane took a step forward, his eyes carefully examining me in an attempt to understand the situation. As if to test the words, he said, "You've got this… power now." But I don't know if that's a good thing. I've watched how it affects you. Freya, the darkne

Freya’s POV The thick, heavy mist spun about us. Even though I could hardly see Kane next to me, I could feel his hand tightly holding mine. We needed to leave this place. Before it overwhelmed us all, we needed to figure out how to fight this new threat. "What's going on? With shaking fear in my voice, I whispered. "What plans does Zarek have?" Although Kane had a focused look on his face, I could see worry in his eyes. "I'm not sure. But we can't allow him to win. We must have answers quickly. The world appeared to whirl around us as we fought to find our way through the black mist. There was magic in the air, and it was cold. I nearly lost my balance as I stumbled, but Kane was there to help me stay standing. Kane said quietly, "Freya," in a low, serious voice. "I believe we must understand Korrin's true character. He wasn't just a ruthless ruler who wanted power. Something deeper and more important is at work here. With my heart racing, I nodded. Though I was always aware of

Ten years later...The air in the bookstore buzzed with quiet excitement.It wasn’t a stadium. No flashing lights. No cameras in her face. Just soft music, rows of worn novels, and a long line of readers holding a single book in their hands."Signed With Silence: The Untold Story of Survival, Power, and Love" by Marie Sanchez.Victor, now eleven, stood off to the side beside his father. He was tall for his age, with his mother’s steady gaze and his father’s quiet fire. A reporter had once said he looked like a boy with a story written into his bones. They weren’t wrong.Aaron wrapped an arm around his son’s shoulders and smiled at the woman seated at the table.Marie was poised, elegant, and at ease. The same woman who once stared down boardrooms and buried empires now held each reader’s hand like they were old friends. She didn’t rush. She listened to their stories. Some cried. Some whispered. Some just nodded. All left changed.“Mom’s amazing,” Victor whispered.Aaron grinned. “She a

The house was quiet.Victor had fallen asleep early after a long day of chasing butterflies in the garden, and Aaron was downstairs cleaning up their dinner dishes—his new nightly ritual, complete with loud jazz humming from the speaker and the occasional clatter of dropped cutlery.But Marie sat upstairs in the study, bathed in the soft golden light of the reading lamp.For months, she had ignored the journal on her desk. Leather-bound. Unwritten. Untouched.Until now.Tonight, she opened it.Not because someone asked her to.Not because the media hounded her for an interview or because the legal teams needed a written statement for posterity.She opened it because she needed to remember, not to stay in the pain, but to honour it. To mark the distance she had travelled. To give her survival a shape, a voice.She uncapped the pen slowly, almost ceremonially.And then she wrote: This story began not with love, but with silence. The silence of a family hiding truths. The silence of a

The days that followed were the calmest Marie had known in years.There were no emergency board meetings. No coded threats. No court summons. No late-night strategy calls with lawyers or detectives.Just... quiet.It was unsettling at first—after so much chaos, silence felt like a trick.But slowly, it became real. Days unfolded in warmth and routine. Victor’s soft giggles filled the rooms that once echoed with suspicion and grief. And at night, instead of planning defence moves or reviewing case files, Marie would sit beside Aaron in the nursery, humming gently as Victor drifted to sleep.The war was over.And they had survived.One quiet Sunday morning, Marie stepped out onto the garden terrace barefoot, wrapped in a silk robe, her coffee warm between her hands. The air smelled of jasmine and dew. The hedges were trimmed, the roses vibrant and blooming. She remembered walking these same paths weeks ago—alone, cold, hollow.Now, she could hear Aaron and Victor laughing behind her in

Two Months, sixty days. A ceaseless haze of strategic acquisitions, board meetings and the calculating, cold calculations of power. Marie was firmly established as Sanchez Holding's unchallenged matriarch during that period. She had brought on new employees, a small group of carefully screened, completely discrete professionals who moved through the mansion like silent shadows to maintain its immaculate order without disturbing its deep silence. She had taken control of every last business asset and intricate detail of Howard's empire. She had supreme authority. She was a powerful force that demanded unquestioning obedience and was feared. Nobody asked her any questions. Nobody was brave enough. She possessed everything a woman could ask for: unfathomable riches, unchallenged authority and an unquantifiably secure future. However, Aaron was not with her. Her chest ached hollowly every night as the great silent mansion fell into its suffocating silence. She did miss him. She had

A week. The mansion, which was once a hive of covert activity, had been silent for a long, resounding week. The old furniture was still in place, and the polished floors shone, but the lively bustle of life and the staff's silent presence had disappeared. All of the employees, including Susann, had been meticulously and mercilessly relieved of their duties by Marie. There was still a slight unnerving tremor in the vast silence from Susann's heartbroken farewell. Aaron was also gone. He had begged, his eyes full of anguish that had once torn at Marie's very soul, his voice raw with fervent apologies. However, his cries had gone unheard, and his suffering was unable to break through the strong wall Marie had put up around her heart. He had left before daybreak just as he was told.She had recollections of her dad. His quiet strength, his soft laugh and his kind eyes had once served as her compass in a chaotic world. His health was deteriorating agonisingly, agonizingly, and she had

The start of a new day and a new era for Marie and Sanchez Holdings came with the boardroom coup. With an almost terrifying efficiency, her power—once a quiet undercurrent—was now a roaring tide that was sweeping away the previous order. It was evident that Marie had changed. The exhausted, tearful woman who had shared her traumas over a sundae had disappeared. She was replaced by a woman sculpted from steel and ice, a figure of great unwavering determination. She purged the mansion’s employees in a broad and decisive manner as her first action as the undisputed leader of Sanchez Holdings. The procedure was methodical and carried out with the icy accuracy of a military mission. All employees were relieved of their responsibilities, including the seasoned chefs, the hardworking gardeners, the discreet maids and the constant security detail, with the exception of a brand-new, extremely specialized unit that Marie personally chose and screened. Within her newly asserted territory, Ma