Sophia's POV
The moment I hear his last name, my world tilts on its axis. Carter. I replay it in my mind, convincing myself that I misheard. But no, the name lingers, heavy and unmistakable. Alex Carter. The same last name as my ex-husband. The same man I’ve vowed to ruin. My fingers tighten around the stem of my champagne glass as I stare at him, my pulse hammering in my ears. His expression is unreadable—calm, composed—but I see it now. The resemblance. The sharp jawline, the piercing gaze, the way he carries himself with effortless authority. How had I not noticed before? I take a slow breath, forcing the rage down. “Tell me I’m wrong,” I say, my voice quieter than I intend, but no less dangerous. Alex doesn’t blink. “You’re not.” A slow, mocking laugh bubbles out of me before I can stop it. “Of course.” I shake my head, biting back the bitterness coating my tongue. “Of all the men in the world, I had to sleep with you.” His lips twitch, but there’s no amusement in his eyes. “Seems like fate has a twisted sense of humor.” I glare at him, my mind racing. If he’s Nathan’s brother—half-brother, I remind myself—then this isn’t just an unfortunate coincidence. This is a complication. A threat. I set my glass down with a deliberate clink and fold my arms. “Let me guess. You’re here to defend your dear brother? Tell me how I should just walk away and let him win?” Alex’s expression darkens, something sharp flashing in his gaze. “Hardly.” I narrow my eyes, waiting. He exhales slowly, swirling the whiskey in his glass before speaking. “Nathan and I share a father. That’s where our relationship ends.” His voice is controlled, but I hear the weight behind his words. “He betrayed me years ago, and I’ve been waiting for the right moment to return the favor.” A chill runs down my spine. There’s something calculated in the way he says it, a quiet promise of destruction. I watch him carefully. “What did he do to you?” A flicker of something crosses his face—anger, regret, maybe both—but it’s gone before I can decipher it. “Let’s just say you’re not the only one he’s screwed over.” I don’t trust easily. I can’t afford to. But the way Alex says it—the controlled rage in his voice, the steel behind his words—tells me he’s telling the truth. Still, I scoff, not willing to let my guard down so easily. “And what? You just happened to show up in my life, buy shares in Nathan’s company, and now we’re suddenly on the same side?” Alex tilts his head slightly. “You think I planned this?” His lips curve into something close to a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t chase after women, Sophia. And I certainly don’t chase after married ones.” The heat in my cheeks is immediate, but I refuse to let him see how his words affect me. “Ex-wife,” I correct him coolly. “And if you’re expecting me to believe this is just some cosmic accident, you’re even more arrogant than I thought.” Alex studies me for a long moment, then leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “Believe what you want. But if I had known who you were that night…” He lets the words hang between us, unfinished. I lift my chin. “You wouldn’t have touched me?” His gaze flickers to my lips, then back to my eyes, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t say that.” My breath catches for half a second before I force myself to regain control. I refuse to let him get under my skin. Not again. Instead, I focus on what matters. “So, what now? You expect me to believe we’re just two people who happen to hate the same man?” Alex sets his glass down and straightens, his demeanor shifting from casual to businesslike. “Not quite.” I cross my arms again. “Then what?” He watches me, his gaze assessing, as if deciding how much to say. Then, finally, he speaks. “We have a common enemy, Sophia. And right now, we have something Nathan doesn’t—each other.” I let out a short laugh. “And what? You want to team up? Start some little revenge club?” He doesn’t flinch. “Something like that.” I shake my head, stepping back slightly. “I don’t need a partner, Alex. I’ve been handling this just fine on my own.” His voice is steady, measured. “You want to take him down completely? Not just in the courtroom, but where it really hurts? His company. His power. His reputation.” I hesitate. Because the truth is—yes. That’s exactly what I want. But working with him? Alex seems to read my thoughts because he steps closer, his voice dropping lower. “I have the resources. The connections. And unlike you, I know exactly how Nathan thinks.” I swallow hard. “And what do you get out of this?” His smirk returns, but this time, it’s colder. “The satisfaction of watching him lose everything.” It’s tempting. Too tempting. But I don’t trust easily. And something about this feels too… convenient. I narrow my eyes. “What’s the catch?” Alex watches me for a beat before speaking. “You want real power, Sophia? You want to make sure Nathan never gets back up after this?” I nod slowly. His gaze darkens. “Then you need more than just shares in his company. You need control.” I tilt my head. “And how exactly do you suggest I do that?” Alex’s smirk fades, his expression turning deadly serious. “You become his boss.” I blink. “Excuse me?” He leans in, his voice smooth but firm. “Nathan is vulnerable right now. Between the divorce, the scandal, and his company’s shaky finances, he’s barely holding things together. If we pool our resources, we can take control before he even realizes what’s happening.” It’s a bold idea. A dangerous one. But undeniably brilliant. Still, I don’t let myself fall into it just yet. “And what do you get?” I ask again. For the first time since we started talking, Alex hesitates. Then he finally says, “I’ll be honest with you, Sophia. I don’t do anything for free.” I exhale sharply. “So, what’s the price?” He steps even closer, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension. “You work with me. Fully. No secrets, no half-measures.” I swallow. “That’s it?” His lips press together slightly before he speaks again. “And when the time comes, you owe me a favor.” A chill runs through me. “What kind of favor?” Alex holds my gaze, and for the first time, I see something unreadable there. Something I can’t quite decipher. “I’ll tell you when the time is right.” Every instinct in me screams to walk away. To refuse. To handle this on my own. But then I think of Nathan. Of Chloe. Of every lie, every betrayal, every moment of humiliation they made me endure. I think of revenge. I take a breath. Then, slowly, deliberately, I extend my hand. Alex’s gaze flickers down to it before he takes it, his grip firm, unyielding. “Looks like we have a deal,” I murmur. His smirk returns, but there’s something darker beneath it. “Oh, Sophia,” he says smoothly. “You have no idea what you’ve just agreed to.” A shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t pull away. Because whatever comes next… I’m ready for it. To be continued…Sophia’s POVHer words echoed long after she spoke them.You should run.But there was no running anymore.Not for me.Not for Alex.Not for the girls sleeping upstairs, safe only because I hadn’t let them see the worst of the world yet.She stood there, small, slight, a silhouette torn out of something worse than nightmares. The wind didn’t touch her. The cold didn’t bite her. Her eyes were too old for her face, and too knowing for her age.“What’s your name?” I asked.Because I needed to call her something besides the fear rising in my throat.She tilted her head again, like a machine parsing new input. “They called me Zero-Two.”Her lips curled, not quite a smile. “But you can call me… sister.”Ice slid down my spine. “You’re lying.”“Am I?” she asked sweetly. “You think Project Echo only made one mistake?”The house creaked behind me. I could feel Alex’s presence like a shadow pressed against my back, hovering, waiting. His gun was already in his hand—I knew him well enough not to
Sophia’s POVSome nights, I still wake up choking on smoke.Not from fire anymore, but from memory—the way it fills my lungs and burns even after you’ve run far enough to think you’re safe.Alex sleeps beside me, arm thrown heavy over my waist like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go. I wonder if he dreams of the same things. Of ruined churches and broken bodies. Of my face blinking out in static on a monitor he couldn’t reach.I watch him breathe. Count each rise and fall of his chest until my own heartbeat stops racing.The sea hums low against the cliffs outside. A lullaby in another language. One I’m learning slowly. One without codes or bloodshed tucked between the notes.I get up without waking him. Barefoot, quiet. My ribs still ache if I move wrong. The scars itch beneath my skin like ghosts trapped there.I step outside. The night wraps around me like silk—cool and wide and empty in the way only freedom can be.Beneath us, the ocean churns against black rock.Above, the sta
Sophia’s POVThe fire should have killed us both.But monsters don’t burn the way people do.Pain bloomed sharp and immediate through my ribs, down my side, across my knuckles split open from hitting something too hard too many times. The heat sucked all the air from my lungs, left me gasping in the dark beneath what was left of the church.Echo’s hand closed around my throat like a promise.“You can’t kill what you are,” she whispered.Her eyes glowed faint in the embers. Not my eyes. Not really. Not anymore.They were brighter. Emptier. Full of algorithms and teeth.“You’re not me,” I rasped, clawing at her wrist.“I’m the version they perfected.”Her smile split wide. “You think you’re fighting for love. Family. Redemption.”Her grip tightened. “But all of it ends here.”I drove my knee into her ribs.Felt bone shift beneath the impact—hers or mine, I couldn’t tell.Didn’t care.She staggered. I rolled. Grabbed a shard of metal glowing hot from the blast.Drove it into her side wit
Sophia’s POVI should have known running wouldn’t be enough.The thing in the rearview mirror didn’t blink.It didn’t falter.It didn’t even breathe.It just kept moving—like hunger wrapped in skin.And the worst part?It wore my face perfectly.Same eyes.Same scars.Same smile I only used when I was lying.Alex’s hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles white with tension.Lena hadn’t said a word since we left Site Eleven in flames behind us.Silence pressed in thick, like fog with teeth.“What is that?” Alex asked, voice low. Controlled. On the edge of breaking.I couldn’t answer.Because I already knew.And knowing hurt more than I could say aloud.“It’s the contingency,” I said finally. “In case I failed. In case I ran.”“They cloned you?” Lena spat. “Jesus, Sophia—how many secrets are you hiding?”“Too many.”But this one… this was the worst.Project Nyx hadn’t just been about bioware weapons or neural mapping or unlocking doors to dimensions we couldn’t name.It had been about in
Sophia’s POVThere’s a moment right before a bullet hits flesh when the world pauses.Silence stretches thin. Time bends. Every breath is heavier than gravity.That was this moment.But no bullet would save us now.Nyx stood beneath the ruin of Site Eleven like a god stripped from mythology and reborn in science.Her hair floated weightless, her skin bled light, and her mouth moved with words I couldn’t hear—only feel beneath my ribs.Not English. Not any language born from human tongues.It sounded like the end of prayers.Damian knelt like a disciple beneath her feet, smiling, broken. His blood marked the floor like an offering.Lena stood frozen, gun raised, breath locked in her throat.Alex pulled me behind him with one arm, weapon steady, heart racing so loud I could feel it through his jacket.And me?I watched Nyx.Watched the girl I once tried to save unravel into something impossible.She wasn’t just a girl anymore.She wasn’t even alive in the way we understood life.She was
Sophia’s POVThe road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions.It’s paved with silence.Hours of it.No words between us as the Jeep carved through forgotten roads, asphalt bleeding into dirt, dirt into gravel, gravel into nothing but earth and memory.Alex drove like the devil was at our heels. Maybe he was.Lena sat shotgun, eyes fixed on the map like it owed her an apology for every twist of fate that led us here.I watched the horizon.Watched it shrink into something narrower, sharper, until it wasn’t sky anymore—it was a target.We didn’t speak because there was nothing left to say.We all knew what waited at the end of this road.Madrid. Site Eleven. The roots of every lie we’d ever tried to bury clawing their way back to the surface.And Damian.If he was alive, he was there.If he wasn’t… what waited might be worse.I counted our weapons again. Silly ritual. I knew every clip, every round, every knife hidden beneath my jacket.But counting gave me something to hold onto. Som