LOGINThomas Banks – POV (Oval Office) The room was too full. Too many voices. Too many opinions. Too many people pretending they understood the weight of what was happening. I sat behind the Resolute desk, fingers steepled, eyes locked on the phone in front of me. Waiting. Because this call— Would determine everything. Victory. Control. Or collapse. The screen lit up. Incoming call. I didn’t even look at the name before I stood. “Clear the room,” I said. No one moved fast enough. “Now.” My voice thundered across the Oval Office. Chairs scraped. Papers shuffled. Within seconds, the room emptied. Door shut. Silence. I picked up the phone. “Mr. President.” The voice on the other end was sharp. Controlled. But laced with something dangerous. Dennis Rothchild “Do I need to remind you how you got that seat?” I leaned back slightly, jaw tightening. “No, Mr. Dennis,” I replied calmly. “You don’t.” A pause. Then— “So when exact
John – POV (Inside the Castle)I stood there in silence.The weight of everything pressing in at once.Government.The League.Edward.The past.The future.All colliding into one unavoidable truth—I was outmatched.How do you win a war…When the people you’re fighting—Control more than you ever could?Power.Money.Influence.Nations.I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair.“…Think,” I muttered to myself.“There has to be a way—”Then—Sam’s voice shifted.“Incoming live broadcast—priority override.”My head snapped up.“Put it through.”And then—Her voice filled the room.⸻Bella – Broadcast (Queen’s Declaration)“My first act as Queen of Queensland…”Her voice was steady.Stronger than I had ever heard it before.Not the girl I knew.Not the one who ran.This was someone else.Someone forged by loss.“I hereby declare…”A pause.The entire world listening.“That John Edison…”“…is under my protection.”My breath caught.Every screen in the room lit up simultaneously.L
The Courtyard – Live BroadcastThe cheers hadn’t fully settled when a voice cut clean through the noise.Sharp.Confident.Hungry.“This is Cece TV reporting live—”Cameras shifted instantly.Microphones lifted.The crowd parted just enough for her to step forward.Cece“—from the ascension of Princess Bella to Queen Bella.”Her eyes locked onto me.Not Bella.Me.Of course.“Mr. John,” she continued, her tone shifting—probing now.“Why are you coming out of the shadows now?”A step closer.“Do you have something to prove?”Another.“Something to show the world?”The cameras zoomed tighter.The moment shifted.This wasn’t a coronation anymore.This was exposure.“The reports confirmed your death,” she pressed.“So why are you still alive?”A pause.Deliberate.“Are you hiding something?”“Assets? Funds? Growth?”Her voice sharpened.“What is the real reason you disappeared?”The crowd murmured.Uncertainty spreading like wildfire.“The world wants to know—who are you?”My hand tighten
Bella – POVThe plane ride was silent.Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful—The kind that pressed in on you.Heavy.Final.Every second in the air felt like a countdown we couldn’t stop. No turning back. No rerouting. No more hiding.I sat across from John, my hands folded tightly in my lap, staring at nothing—and everything—at the same time.Because once we landed…Everything would change.Everything had to.A voice crackled softly in John’s ear.Sam“Master John… this decision cannot be reversed.”I didn’t look at him—but I listened.“Allowing the others to know you’re alive will… cost you your life.”A pause.Even the air felt like it stopped moving.“Sam,” John said quietly.Firm.Controlled.“That’s enough.”Silence.Then—“Shut down.”My eyes shifted slightly toward him.My jaw tightened as a I leaned back, closing my eyes for just a moment.“My decisions from here on out must be my own,” he continued.“I can’t allow the League…”A breath.“I can’t allow the people on the
Bella – POV (Mumbai Safehouse)The email came in without a sound.No alert.No warning.Just… there.Sitting at the top of my inbox like it had always belonged.No sender name.No subject line.Just a single attachment.My chest tightened before I even touched it.Because deep down—I already knew.“…No,” I whispered, my finger hovering over the screen.For a second, I almost didn’t open it.Almost.Because as long as it stayed unopened—It wasn’t real.But that’s not how my life works.That’s not how his world works.So I pressed play.The video flickered to life.Static for half a second—Then clarity.My breath stopped.The room disappeared.Everything disappeared.Because there they were.My parents.Lifeless.Still.Wrong.The angle was deliberate. Cruel. Intimate.My father lay motionless, eyes half-open as if he had tried to understand something in his final seconds.My mother—Her hand was stretched toward something off-screen.Toward someone.Toward me.And then—Her scream.
Edward Harper – POV (The Auditor)Princess Bella.How amusing.Not in the way others might laugh—no, not humor.Irony.The kind that coils slowly in your chest and tightens when you realize someone has mistaken defiance for freedom.I leaned back into the leather seat as the jet carved a silent path through the night sky. Below us, continents shifted, oceans stretched endlessly—but up here, none of it mattered. The world was quiet at this altitude.Controlled.Just the way I preferred it.The engine hummed steadily, a low mechanical pulse. Not alive—but close enough to mimic it.A heartbeat without consequence.“She thought she could choose,” I murmured, my voice barely louder than the cabin’s whisper.Smoke curled upward from the cigar between my fingers, twisting into thin, dissolving threads before vanishing into filtered air.“People like her don’t choose…”I tapped ash into a crystal tray with precise, measured movement.“They’re assigned.”My gaze dropped to the tablet resting i
With shaking hands, I broke the seal and unfolded the letter. The paper trembled as much as my breath.Dear Son,I never wanted to explain things to you this way. I always believed that by the time you were old enough—strong enough to stand on your own—I would be there beside you, guiding you throu
Sorting through the paperwork, my hands moved faster than my thoughts, folders blurring together as panic and purpose collided in my chest. Then something stopped me cold.“Michelle… I think I found something,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.I flipped open a thin, unmarked envelope. Insid
As we untied Michelle’s mother, my hands shook more than I expected. I peeled the duct tape from her mouth slowly, careful not to hurt her. She sucked in a deep breath, coughing once before finally speaking.“John,” she said softly, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “Why did you come?”I froze.“Thi
As we climbed higher into the sky, a sudden warning light flashed across the console. My stomach dropped when I checked the radar.“We’ve got a tail,” I said sharply. Another aircraft had locked onto us, matching our speed and altitude.“Oh my God,” Michelle muttered. “They’re not letting us go.”“







