登入Amber POVAdrian arrived at my building a little after ten the following morning.Publicly, the meeting had a simple explanation.He was supposedly attempting to convince me to sell him one of the beachfront properties I had reclaimed from the White company after the Becker fallout.A normal business negotiation.Predictable.Safe.Boring enough that no one would question it.Reality, however, was very different.Jason was already waiting inside my private office when Adrian entered.The atmosphere shifted immediately the moment Adrian noticed him there.Not hostility.Awkwardness.Guilt.Adrian stopped just inside the doorway, dark hair slightly disheveled from the late hour, suit jacket hanging loosely over one shoulder. He looked exhausted in a way sleep could not fix.“Jason.”Jason gave a short nod.Not warm.But not cold either.A massive improvement considering their history.“Adrian,” Jason replied calmly.Adrian’s gaze shifted toward me afterward.“You sounded serious on the
Amber POVI decided that night that the White company would end.Not through revenge.Not recklessly.Systematically.The office had mostly emptied by then, the city lights reflecting against the tall windows while lines of code continued moving across my screens.Jason remained nearby, speaking quietly through his headset while reviewing the newest security arrangements around the children and the fairy house.Every few minutes, his eyes drifted toward me.Watching.Checking.I slipped back into the White company’s systems carefully, this time looking beyond the attack itself.If Samuel White had decided to move against us openly, then he was either desperate… or hiding something large enough to justify the risk.Probably both.The deeper I dug, the colder my expression became.At first glance, the White company looked stable again.Cleaner financial projections.Recovered investments.Profitable luxury developments.And that was what immediately caught my attention.Because the stab
Amber POVReturning to the office felt almost surreal after everything that had happened at the military base.The world outside continued moving normally.People still walked through the lobby holding coffee cups and tablets.Employees still whispered near elevators.Phones still rang.As if powerful families were not being dismantled from the shadows.As if heirs were not disappearing.As if war was not quietly forming beneath polished boardrooms and smiling headlines.The moment the elevator doors opened onto the executive floor, I knew something was wrong.The atmosphere felt sharp. Tight.Focused in the dangerous way only highly intelligent people became when something was actively going wrong.Clara was standing near the central workstation, one phone pressed against her ear while another rested between her shoulder and cheek.A wireless headset blinked faintly against one ear.“…No, isolate that branch immediately—”Pause.“No, I don’t care if it crashes the external server, cu
Amber POVI led them toward the kitchen.Everyone followed in silence except Alex, who already looked like he was trying to reverse engineer the system in his head.Once inside the kitchen, I crouched slightly and pressed one of the floor tiles near the island counter.For a moment, nothing happened.Then—A section of the back wall shifted.Mr. Stuart startled visibly.My grandfather looked stunned for perhaps the first time in years.Jason simply stared at me with growing fascination.The hidden wall slid open completely, revealing a dimly lit corridor beyond it.Alex’s mouth dropped open.“THAT IS SO COOL.”I smiled despite myself.“Language,” Jason corrected automatically.“That wasn’t bad language,” Alex argued immediately while hurrying after me.The corridor led downward into a concealed command center beneath the fairy house.Soft lights activated automatically as we entered.Screens lined one entire wall.Live camera feeds displayed every entrance to the property.Thermal ima
Amber POVMr. Stait insisted on assigning protection immediately.Not private security.Not family guards.Military protection.Disguised as regular security personnel.And according to him, it was completely non-negotiable.“You are both considered high-risk targets now,” he said firmly. “And the children are connected to you.”Jason looked ready to argue anyway.“No visible tactical gear,” Emory added before Jason could speak. “No armored convoys. No dramatic presence.”“A subtle security rotation,” Mr. Stait finished. “People trained to respond if necessary.”Jason’s jaw tightened.He hated strangers near the children.Hated the idea of outsiders near our home even more.But eventually, after several minutes of tense negotiation, he agreed under one condition—Every single assigned operative would be vetted personally through Cronos.Mr. Stait accepted immediately.That alone told me how serious this situation had become.We left the base shortly afterward.Before separating, I sto
Amber POVThe silence that followed Emory’s warning felt heavier than everything that had come before it.Not because we were afraid.Because for the first time, everyone in that room understood the same thing—The enemy now knew exactly who we were.Jason’s hand tightened around mine before he finally looked at me.His expression had gone completely focused again, every trace of shock buried beneath strategy and instinct.“We can’t stay at the fairy house anymore,” he said quietly.The words landed hard.Because the fairy house had become more than a hidden property.It was safety.Warmth.The closest thing any of us had to peace.I shook my head immediately.“We’ll be safe there.”Jason frowned at once.“Amber—”“I’ll explain later,” I interrupted softly, squeezing his hand once.Not here.Not in front of everyone.Because the protections around the fairy house went far beyond what most people knew.And if I explained them now, too many people would become aware of exactly how secur
My feet moved before my mind could catch up. In two strides, I reached them. My hand shot out, gripping the woman’s forearm mid-motion. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She stiffened. Slowly, she turned her head and gave me a once-over—from my heels to my face—clearly unimpressed.
Adrian left the office, but not before stopping at the door. “You will regret ever standing in my way, Amber.” His voice was low. Controlled. Promising. Then he walked out. I remained standing in front of Grandfather’s desk, the Zoom meeting still active behind me. The screen displayed a gri
By day ten, my company was officially operational. Contracts were signed. Staff were onboarded. Security systems were fully integrated. The only position left to fill was my assistant. And that, somehow, felt like the most dangerous decision of all.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t shake. I didn’t look back, or mourned the life and the years i will never get back, lost forever. I just went home, time to pack and say goodbye to my old life. The penthouse doors opened with biometric recognition the moment I stepped inside. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Marb







