로그인Camila’s POVIvan wasn’t moving, and that was the only thing my mind refused to accept as I stared at the screen, watching the image flicker just enough to make it feel unreal, but not enough to change what I was seeing. He was on the ground, blood spreading beneath him, his body too still in a way that felt wrong, unnatural, like something had been taken out of him. For a second, everything inside me tightened, but I forced it down because standing still would not change anything, and breaking now would cost more than I was willing to lose.“I want eyes on that room immediately,” I said, my voice sharp and controlled as I turned away from the screen, already moving toward the corridor.“It’s a lower level, ma’am,” one of the men responded quickly. “Access points are restricted, and the internal layout is not fully mapped.”“Then we make our own path,” I replied without slowing. “Move.”The shift was immediate as men redirected, weapons raised, urgency replacing restraint as we pushed
Camila’s POVKill the headlights,” I ordered calmly, my voice carrying across the vehicles without hesitation, that alone confirmed everything I already knew. We were expected. Every move I made now would be watched, measured, and judged against whatever plan he had built. That was fine. Let him watch. Let him believe I was walking exactly where he wanted me.I stepped out before the vehicle fully stopped, my boots meeting the ground with quiet precision as the night air hit my face, cold and unforgiving. Around me, my men began to move without needing further instruction, slipping into formation, spreading into shadows, becoming invisible pieces of something far larger than what the enemy could see. I did not need to repeat myself because they already understood. This was not a reckless attack. This was control. This was dominance being taken, not requested.“Hold positions until my signal,” I added as I began walking forward, my pace steady, deliberate, giving the illusion he wanted
Camila’s POV“I want that feed back immediately,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.Every head in the room turned toward me at once. Not Ivan. Not Daniil. Me. The weight of that realization settled heavily, but I did not let it shake me.“It has been cut off, ma’am,” one of the tech operators said cautiously. “We are trying to trace the signal, but it is bouncing between encrypted routes.”“Trying is not enough,” I said coldly. “Reconstruct the entire signal path from the beginning. Map every reroute, analyze every delay. This was planned carefully, so there is a flaw. Find it.”“Yes, ma’am.”The room came alive instantly. Fingers moved faster across keyboards, voices lowered into focused urgency, screens filling with data. The hesitation that had lingered before was gone. In its place was something sharper. Direction. Control. I stepped closer to the main screen, my eyes scanning every detail as it appeared.Ivan was gone. That thought settled deep in my chest like
Camila’s POV“Seal the entire estate immediately and lock down every exit without exception,” I ordered, my voice sharp and unwavering. The guards moved after a brief hesitation, and I continued without giving them time to question me. “Shut down all external communications outside our control and bring me everyone who was on duty within the last six hours,” I added firmly. My hands trembled slightly, but my voice remained steady. “If there is a traitor inside this house, I want them found before they even think about escaping.”The guards moved faster this time, and I felt the shift as fear began to settle in the room. I turned away, refusing to look at the empty cribs because I knew I would not hold myself together if I did.“Camila,” a voice called from behind me. I turned to see Ivan standing at the doorway, his presence unusually calm. For a moment, everything seemed to quiet as I studied him carefully. He looked different from the quiet boy who used to stay in the background. Th
Camila’s POV “They were here,” my voice cracked, barely holding together under the weight of fear.“Daniil, they were just here a moment ago, I swear they were.”There was no answer from him, not even a reaction.I turned slowly, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned everything else.He had not moved from where he stood in the center of the room.Daniil held the phone loosely in his hand, his head slightly lowered, his face carved into something cold and unreadable.It was not rage yet, and that made it far more terrifying.“Say something to me,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay strong.Still, nothing came from him.A guard suddenly stumbled into the room, blood trailing down from his temple and staining his uniform.“S-sir… we tried to—”Daniil did not even spare him a glance as he spoke.“Who was on this floor during the last shift?” he asked quietly.The guard froze immediately, his fear obvious.“Answer me right now.”“T-twelve men, sir. Rotation shift w
Camila’s POV“I came to remind you what you’re protecting,” he said quietly. “And what you think belongs to you.”Daniil’s arm tightened around me, his body going rigid, every muscle ready to strike. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. The air shifted around him, heavy with warning.I lifted my chin and met the man’s gaze, steady despite the tension clawing at my chest. “This isn’t about ownership,” I said. “It’s about responsibility. What we’ve built isn’t meant to survive on fear. It’s meant to last.”The room stilled. Every eye was on us. The threat hadn’t disappeared, but something had changed. I wasn’t reacting anymore. I was taking control.Daniil didn’t look away. His gaze stayed fixed on me, sharp, watchful, as if measuring every word. I drew in a slow breath.“For too long, this family has relied on power alone,” I continued. “Fear. Control. Bloodshed. That’s not a legacy I’m willing to accept. That’s not the future I want.”The man tilted his head, a faint trace of amuse
Ivan’s POV This could have being the end of the lies, the manipulation, the power struggles but instead, it was only the beginning.As I stood there, the reality of what had just happened settled over me heavily. Camila’s face, pale and stricken with fear, was burned into my mind. The truth we had
Ivan’s POVI could feel the weight of my body, which still hurt, and my vision was getting worse, but there was something worse than that: betrayal. I had to fight more than just Vadim's cruelty. The woman, Benita, had been pulling the strings behind the scenes the whole time.For years, I thought
Ivan’s POVI staggered back, clutching my side where the blood poured from the wound like a dam that had just cracked. My breath was ragged, my vision blurred, but there was no time to acknowledge the pain. There was only one thing that mattered is saving Daniil.I had failed to stop Vadim before,
Ivan’s POVBenita’s final words lingered, and Vadim’s men were closing in, sealing off every possible escape. But in that moment, as we stood on the precipice of something we couldn’t escape, something unexpected happened.I barely registered the sound at first, the slow, steady beep of a heart mon







