Dad's jaw tensed, but he kept still. "I thought I was doing the same," he replied quietly. "But it was someone else pulling the strings. Someone who wanted us to destroy each other." Delacroix looked up sharply, meeting Dad’s gaze. Something flickered in his eyes—uncertainty. The hate wasn’t gon
MIRABELLA'S POV Dad looked up at him.. "For god sakes.. It wasn't us!!! We never knew anything about this! " I looked at them being confused..The rage in his voice cracked something ancient in the air—something darker than hatred. This wasn’t about power or bloodlust anymore. It was grief. Th
"What did you say? " "I said that you're a motherfucker! You fucking bastard!" Delacroix’s expression shifted, a flicker of rage flashing across his inked face—but it wasn’t anger that made him pause. It was surprise. Surprise that I stood my ground, that I didn’t flinch despite the swell of
--- ALEX'S POV “She hit the main compound.” The words hit like a bullet. “What? Already?” Rowan nodded. “Two guards down. No alarms triggered. She’s inside.” “Call the team. We’re moving. Now.” “But Alex, you’re still—” “Now.” My head throbbed from pain but I need to move..The stit
ALEX'S POV “She was wearing a vest,” Rowan added, as if it would somehow comfort me. “She took gear from the hidden arsenal. Knives. Guns. Tactical-grade jacket. She knew what she was doing.” “But she shouldn’t be doing it alone.” My jaw locked. Mirabella. That stubborn fire in her veins—
I walked out without letting them interrupt me.. As soon as I got out, my hand curled into a fist.. I could barely breathe. The air around me felt thick—like smoke from a fire I hadn’t noticed had already consumed everything. My fist clenched tighter. Generations of lies. Women discarded like pa