LOGINDebbie Edison (Olivia Rothchild) – POVI didn’t hesitate.The call connected instantly.“Miss Debbie,” her voice came through, calm… controlled. “How can I help you?”Good.She was still composed.“John is looking for you,” I said quickly.No wasted words.No room for error.“Make it easy for him.”A brief pause.“Don’t run.”Another pause.“Stay close to the compound.”Her breathing stayed steady.Disciplined.“And Bella…” I added, my tone sharpening slightly.“Yes, ma’am.”“Tell him nothing.”Silence.“Let him believe he found you.”A longer pause this time.“…Understood.”“And Bella?”“Yes?”“Be careful.”The line went quiet for just a second.“I always am.”Then it clicked.I lowered the phone slowly.Everything was in motion now.John – POVI didn’t think.I moved.Out the door.Down the steps.“She couldn’t have gone far…” I muttered to myself.My eyes scanned everything.Tree lines.Roads.Open space.Nothing.No movement.No sign.“She was just here…” I said under my breath.T
Debbie Edison (Olivia Rothchild) – POVPrincess Bella was a risk.Maybe the worst one I’ve taken in years.I stood in the shadows of the cabin hallway, listening… watching… thinking three moves ahead like I always had to.“If her royal family finds out she’s alive…”I whispered to myself.“…they won’t hesitate.”Not to negotiate.Not to retrieve.To eliminate.Because secrets like hers?Don’t get rescued.They get erased.And now…She’s working for me.That alone could start another war.I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.“Too late now,” I muttered.Because once a piece is on the board—You don’t take it back.You protect it.Or you lose everything.Footsteps approached.I turned slightly.Jasmine.She stepped into the room, her presence calmer than before.More grounded.She looked at me—Then past me Toward the screen on the wall .“It’s okay,” she said softly.Sam voice turned, surprised.“I know,” Jasmine continued.“He doesn’t understand yet.”A pause.“But he will.”Jasmine– P
John – POVHow could Sam lock me out?That question wouldn’t leave my head.Sam… locking me out?That didn’t make sense.Unless—“There’s more to this,” I muttered under my breath.My father’s voice echoed in the back of my mind like it never left.Never trust what you can’t see.I used to think he was being paranoid.Now?I wasn’t so sure.I paced slowly across the room, tension building in my chest.“Could Sam be controlled?” I said out loud.By someone else?By… her?My mother.Was this all part of something she set up?A path?A trap?I clenched my jaw.“Am I being guided…”“…or manipulated?”Before I could think any further—Knock. Knock. Knock.I froze.Nobody should be here.Not this place.Not this deep off-grid.My hand moved instantly, gripping my gun.Slow steps.Controlled breathing.Another knock.“Who is it?” I called out.No answer.I moved closer to the door, positioning myself to the side.Careful.Always careful.I swung the door open—And stopped.A girl stood there
John – POVIf I had known…I stood there in the Mumbai compound, staring out at nothing, but seeing everything.If I had known my mother was alive…Would things be different?Would my father still be here?Would any of this have happened?Questions hit me one after another.No answers.Just noise.“I wish you were still here…” I muttered quietly.But then—The note.She was alive.Or at least…That’s what she said.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing slowly.“That doesn’t make sense…”She died.I saw it.We all did.Didn’t we?“Sam,” I said.“Yes, Master John.”“Run a recon.”“Specify.”“Anyone named Debbie Edison.”A pause.“Relation: mother.”Silence.For the first time in a long time…Sam hesitated.“…Processing.”That alone made me stop pacing.Sam doesn’t hesitate.Not like that.A few seconds passed.Then—“Data… unretrievable.”I frowned.“What do you mean unretrievable?”“Protected under fifth-layer encryption.”I turned fully now.“Sam,” I said slowly…“Aren’t you supposed t
Jasmine – POVThe world outside the window blurred into streaks of green and gold.Trees.Road.Sky.All blending together as the car carried me farther away from everything I knew… and deeper into something I didn’t understand.I sat quietly in the passenger seat, hands folded tight in my lap.I didn’t trust this.Not fully.Not yet.Debbie Edison.A woman who was supposed to be dead.A woman who claimed to be John’s mother.And somehow…I was in her car.I glanced at her from the corner of my eye.She didn’t look nervous.Didn’t look rushed.She looked… certain.That scared me more than anything.“Where are we going?” I finally asked.“You’ll see,” she replied softly.That wasn’t an answer.But I didn’t push.Something told me…I wouldn’t like the truth if she gave it too soon.The car slowed.Turned.Then came to a stop.I looked up—And froze.A cabin.But not just any cabin.It looked like it grew out of the earth itself.Branches. Wood. Natural lines flowing together like it had
Jasmine – POVI sat on the front porch, crying……even though I didn’t fully understand why.Maybe I did.I just didn’t want to admit it.John.The name alone made my chest tighten.The way he looked at me.The way he kissed me that night.It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.At least—that’s what I told myself.But it did.And now?Now I’ll probably never see him again.I wiped my face, but the tears didn’t stop.They just kept coming.Because deep down…I knew the truth.I didn’t just leave him.I ran from something real.Voices cut through my thoughts.Familiar.Cold.“…she will do what we tell her to do.”My father.“If she doesn’t… we cut her off from the family.”Another voice.My grandfather.“We don’t build empires by letting people choose.”My hands clenched.“We build them by control.”The words echoed in my head long after the voices faded.Control.That’s all I’ve ever been to them.A piece.A deal.A future they already planned.I stood up suddenly.“I can’t stay here.”The
Sam’s tone changed—sharper, urgent. “Master John, alert. That call was being tapped. Initiating trace.”“Do it,” I said immediately. “Fast.” A two-second pause felt like a lifetime. We have a problem, Master John,” Sam reported. “The Federal Bureau of Investigation was actively tapping Jeff Fis
The base came alive as we stepped farther inside. Rows of screens flickered on, bathing the chamber in cold blue light. Names scrolled endlessly—politicians, generals, financiers, intelligence officers—each paired with a title, a jurisdiction, and a threat level. This wasn’t just information. It wa
I turned to Michelle.“We need to check every inch of this place,” I said. “There has to be something—anything—that explains why the CIA was involved with my father.”She didn’t argue. Michelle’s hand slipped into mine, warm and steady, grounding me as we moved through the cabin together. We search
Sam’s voice cut through the tension, calm but absolute, echoing from the overhead speakers.“Escape plan available. There is a submarine concealed within the lower hull. Once deployed, this vessel will initiate a self-destruct sequence. The yacht will be completely destroyed, leaving no trace of th







