Chapter 58: Kidnapped ShadowsDawn’s pale light had barely found its way through the heavy curtains when the first alarm sounded. It cut through the hush of the mansion like a blade.Elena bolted upright in bed. Her heart thundered. She snatched the remote and clicked on her phone’s camera roll—still photos from last night’s storm hug flickered past. Then she tore from her room and raced down the corridor.At the foot of the stairs, she found Mia and Lucas already there, tense. Mia wore yesterday’s grey dress, hair mussed; Lucas’s leather jacket lay over his arm. Their faces were pale.“Lucas?” Elena gasped. “What happened?”Lucas’s eyes met hers, fierce and guarded. “Kara’s gone.”Mia’s knees buckled. She grabbed the banister for support. “What—what do you mean, gone?”Lucas swallowed. “She was here this morning. I—went to get coffee—and she disappeared.”Elena’s pulse hammered. “Disappeared how?”Mia’s voice was raw. “I searched everywhere. Her room—her things—her phone is gone.”Th
Chapter 57: Shelter from the StormThe rain began as a whisper against the windowpane—soft taps that echoed through the stillness of Mia’s bedroom. Elena sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the thin blanket tighter around her shoulders, and watched the drops race each other down the glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that made her chest tighten.She hugged her knees and closed her eyes, but each crack of thunder jolted her awake. Memories of the docks explosion, the funeral trial, and the storm of betrayal returned in vivid flashes. She pressed her palm to her heart, trying to slow her racing pulse.Soft footsteps creaked in the hallway. A shadow appeared in the doorway. Lucas stood there, damp from the rain—his leather jacket clinging to his broad shoulders, hair still dark and windswept. He held a folded blanket in one hand.“Elena,” he said quietly. “You look cold.”Elena managed a small, grateful smile. “I can’t sleep.”Lucas stepped into the room and draped the bl
Chapter 56: Of Shadows and TensionElena moved quietly down the corridor. The morning sun warmed the marble floor. Every step felt heavy, as if the house itself carried yesterday’s violence in its bones. She clutched the small vial in her hand. A few drops of the antidote for Mia’s side effect.She paused outside Mia’s door. Soft light slipped beneath the frame. She took a steady breath and knocked once. “Mia,” she called. “It is Elena.”Inside, Mia lay pale on the bed. Her chest rose with shallow breaths. Dark circles marred her eyes. She reached out blindly when she sensed Elena enter. “Elena?” she whispered. “I feel… strange.”Elena set the vial on the nightstand. She smoothed the blanket over Mia’s shoulder. “The sedative can cause confusion and fever. I have the antidote now.”Mia’s lips trembled. “Thank you.” Her gaze drifted to the window. “Did you sleep well?”Elena hesitated. She remembered the bunker, the docks, the trial. She forced her voice to stay calm. “I slept enough.”
Chapter 55: The Erased DoubtMorning light filtered through high windows. Elena woke to birdsong and quiet halls. Yesterday’s storm had passed. Only a few bruises remained on her arms. Every breath tasted of relief and tension.She dressed in simple clothes and slipped into the study. Gabriel and Alessio waited by the desk. Their faces were calm, but their eyes held fierce focus. Next to them sat Mia, her hair loose and her eyes bright.Elena paused. Yesterday Mia had been haunted. Now she looked as if nothing had happened.Gabriel gestured to a chair. Elena and Mia sat side by side. Alessio poured tea in three cups. The steam curled up warm between them.Mia smiled at Elena. “Are you ready for breakfast?” she asked. “I slept like a rock.”Elena fought to keep her surprise hidden. “You slept well?” she asked.Mia laughed. “More than I have in weeks. That storm of violence last night must have wiped me out.”Elena glanced at Gabriel. His lips curved in a faint smile. Alessio placed a c
Chapter 55: Echoes of BetrayalElena awoke to silence, the morning sun slanting across her bedroom floor. Her body ached in places she did not understand. Memories of last night flickered in her mind like a funhouse mirror—shattered, distorted, impossible to piece together. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and touched her throat, half-expecting to feel bruises. Nothing.She dressed slowly, each movement deliberate. The black gown from last night lay crumpled in a corner. She traded it for a simple white blouse and tired jeans, hoping the world would not notice the storm still raging inside her.In the hallway she found Mia, equally pale and wide-eyed. Mia’s sister Kara stood behind her, arms folded, eyes like twin storms.Mia whispered, “I’m sorry.”Elena managed a shaky smile. “Last night… it was too much.”Kara’s voice was flat. “You learned the truth about us all.” Then she turned on her heel and walked away.Elena watched her go, a cold dread settling in her stomach. Be
Chapter 54: Storm of SecretsElena never expected the night to end like this.She arrived at the terrace just as dawn broke. The sky burned with orange and purple. The air tasted of rain. She shivered despite her gown.Gabriel stood at the edge overlooking the city. His arms were crossed. He seemed lost in thought. Alessio joined him in silence. Neither greeted her.Elena cleared her throat. She stepped forward. “What’s happening?”Gabriel turned. His eyes were hard. “Family has arrived.”From the side door came a jaguar of black. A sleek limousine rolled into the courtyard. Its headlights cut through the morning mist.Elena’s heart slammed. She saw a tall man step out. He wore a tailored suit. His hair was silver at the temples. His face was stern. His eyes were ice.“That is Mr DeVry,” Gabriel said. His tone was a growl. “Lulu’s real father.”Elena’s breath caught. Lulu had always claimed she was an heiress. Now her real father stood before them.The man swept forward. His gaze foun
Chapter 53: The Funeral of ShadowsElena stood in the grand hall. The chandeliers glowed like fallen stars. Heavy curtains hung on the windows. The air smelled of lilies and myrrh. She felt a tremor in her chest.Tonight she would host a funeral. A false funeral for the men lost at the docks. She would use it to lure the mole out.She wore a simple black gown. No jewelry. No makeup. Only a thin veil over her face. She moved among the flowers.She checked each detail. She had drawn the funeral from old traditions. There were white wreaths. There were candles. There were crystal glasses for water. There were crook-backed chairs for guests.She walked the length of the hall. Each step echoed on marble floors. She paused by a silver tray of tea. She lifted the lid. She inhaled the steam. It smelled sweet. It smelled of ceremony.A knock came at the side door. She turned. It was Mia. Mia stood with her arms full of white roses. Her nurse outfit was gone. Now she wore a quiet dress in grey.
Chapter 52: The ReckoningElena never imagined the night would end with sirens wailing.She stood at her bedroom door, heart pounding. Every corner of the mansion felt hushed. The guards moved like shadows. The air smelled of smoke and fear.She pressed her palm to the cool wood and listened. Distant storm lights flashed across the windows. Her mind raced back to the bunker. The gunfire. The orders. The promise of violence at the east docks.Footsteps approached below her door. She wiped her eyes and leaned back, waiting. It was Gabriel.His knock came soft. He opened the door a crack. His face was pale in the dim light. No cigar. No suit jacket. Just eyes filled with danger.“Come down,” he said quietly.Elena nodded and followed him. Her silk robe trailed on the carpet. She felt fragile and wrong in it.They stepped into the hallway. Alessio stood at the end, talking into his radio. The guards froze when they saw Elena.Gabriel walked past them without a word. Elena trailed behind.
Chapter 51: Blood Beyond the GatesElena stood at the mansion gate. The iron bars closed behind her with a final click. She swallowed hard. The night air smelled of smoke and danger.Gabriel drove the black SUV. Alessio rode beside him. Neither spoke. Both watched the road.Elena gripped the seat. Her heart pounded. She had never left the estate at night unless forced. Tonight was different.Gabriel glanced at her. His eyes glowed in the dashboard light. “Ready?”She forced a nod. “Yes.”The SUV turned onto the empty highway. City lights faded. They drove into darkness.Alessio broke the silence. “You will stay behind me.”Elena swallowed. She slid closer to Alessio’s side. He placed a steady hand on her knee. She felt safer for a moment.Gabriel slowed near a warehouse. Rust covered the walls. Yellow floodlights cast long shadows.“This is the front,” Gabriel said. “The real war starts now.”Elena’s throat tightened. She stared at the high fences topped with razor wire. Guards with r