ログイン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 had no idea who to choose. Too many candidates. Too much exposure. Too many risks. With Victoria still working behindAmber POVIt took less than twenty-four hours for the accused families to fight back.I wasn't surprised.People with that much money didn't quietly accept being called murderers.They hired lawyers.Public-relations firms.Digital-forensics experts.And, apparently, anyone willing to stand in front of a camera and say the words artificial intelligence often enough to create doubt.The first statement came from one of the families whose private aircraft appeared repeatedly in the island owner's records.They claimed the footage showed safari expeditions.Not human hunts.According to them, the videos had been deliberately edited to remove context.The weapons?For animals.The armed groups?Safari parties.The payments to the island owner?Private hunting fees.The people running through the forest?That footage, they claimed, wasn't real.AI-generated.Within hours, the others followed.Different lawyers.Different families.Almost identical explanations.Some admitted visiting the i
Amber POVI didn't want the island.That had been my first thought when I saw my name on the transfer documents.Several hours later, after a shower, two meals, a medical examination, and enough sleep to make me feel marginally human again, my opinion hadn't changed.Unfortunately, the island was mine whether I wanted it or not.I sat in one of the conference rooms at the River City military base, staring at a copy of the owner's will.Jason sat beside me.Emory and Mr. Stait were across from us.Three lawyers had already explained the same thing in increasingly complicated ways.I still didn't like the answer."So I can't sell it.""No," the lawyer answered."Rent it?""No.""Donate it?""No."I stared at him."What exactly can I do with it?""You can use it."I dropped my forehead against the table.Jason patted my back."There, there."I lifted my head just enough to glare at him."Don't."He was enjoying this far too much."I own an island where people were hunted for entertainmen
Amber POVWe were far enough from the island that I had finally stopped watching it.That was when the explosion came.Even through the roar of the helicopter blades, we heard it.A deep, violent sound that seemed to travel across the ocean itself.Everyone turned toward the windows."What was that?" I asked.Mr. Stait was already speaking into his headset."All aircraft, report."One by one, the pilots responded.Nobody had been hit.Then Jason pointed through the window."Amber."I looked.A massive cloud of smoke was rising from the island.From the direction of the beach.My stomach twisted."That was bigger than the others."Secretary Peterson stared at the smoke."Much bigger."Mr. Stait said something quietly into his radio before looking at us."The beach."Nobody needed him to explain further.The place where the bodies had been.The evidence.Possibly the people responsible.Gone.Jason tightened his hand around mine."At least we're not there anymore."I rested my head agai
Amber POVWe waited.That was possibly the hardest part.After three days trapped underground listening to a category-five hurricane tear the island apart, knowing that helicopters were finally coming for us made every minute feel like an hour.Still, Mr. Stait had been very clear.Do not move until thirty minutes before extraction.So we didn't.Everyone packed quietly.Nothing unnecessary came with us.Water.Medical supplies.Weapons.The evidence we had collected.Alexander's recordings from the beach.Anything that could prove what had actually happened on the island.When my timer finally reached thirty minutes, I stood."Time."Nobody needed to be told twice.Jasmine went first.She opened the emergency exit Jason had discovered and disappeared into the narrow passage.Héctor followed.Then Noah.One by one, we moved.I kept Mr. Stait on the phone until we reached the exit.The sunlight almost hurt my eyes after three days underground.The island looked completely different.Tr
Amber POVThe hurricane reached the island fifteen minutes later.At first, it sounded like distant thunder.Then the entire mountain began to shake.The wind howled through the tunnels like some ancient creature trapped beneath the earth, slamming against the cave entrance with enough force to make the walls tremble.Oliver jumped awake at the first deafening gust.Several of the women instinctively covered their ears.Nobody said a word.Nobody complained.The safe house was cold, damp, and uncomfortably crowded. Blankets covered the floor, soldiers slept sitting against the walls, and the air smelled of wet clothes and exhaustion.Still, nobody dared complain.Because outside, nature itself was tearing the island apart.The first night was the worst.The second was simply endless.And by the third day, we had all stopped asking when it would end.Communication with Mr. Stait became sporadic.Sometimes we managed to talk for ten minutes.Sometimes only for thirty seconds.The signal
Amber POVNobody stepped into the hidden rooms.Not yet.Considering everything we had discovered on the island—the tunnels, the hidden women, the command centers, and the fact that people had apparently been hunted there for years—blindly entering an underground bunker seemed like a terrible idea.Jason was the first one to voice it."Before anyone goes in, we need to make sure there aren't any cameras."Franklin immediately nodded."Or microphones."Maurice, one of Cloud Country's guides, stood up from the corner where he had been studying the cave map."I'll help."Jasmine stretched on one of the chairs."You three have fun with your spy movie."Jason ignored her and grabbed a flashlight."Nobody enters until we're done."For the next twenty minutes, the three of them inspected every wall, every vent, and every light fixture.At first, they found nothing.Then Franklin suddenly cursed."Found one."Everyone crowded around him.Hidden behind a ventilation grate was a small black cam
It did not take long for Victoria to fabricate a lie, but the explosion didn’t come from the board.It came from a live broadcast.Victoria stood behind a polished podium, composed as ever. Cameras flashed. Reporters leaned forward.“I did not intend to involve myself publicly,” she began, voice s
They called her in. No delay. No warning. The door opened ten minutes later. Amelie walked in looking immaculate — refreshed, polished, perfectly styled. Not a trace of nerves in her posture. At least not until her eyes landed on me. For a fraction of a second, the color drained from her face
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
We moved quickly through the hallway. Adrian walked behind me, gun raised, covering the corridor while I forced Henry Watson forward. The mansion was quieter than expected. Too quiet. Which meant either the guards were regrouping… or Jason was already on his way. I glanced over my shoulder.







