LOGINJohn – 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
John – POV (Mumbai – The Hidden Truth)The plane touched down just before sunrise.Quiet.No attention.Exactly how my father would’ve wanted it.As we stepped off and moved toward the compound… something felt off.Not danger.Not surveillance.Familiar.“This is it?” Sarah asked, looking around.I nodded slowly.“My father built this place years ago,” I said.“Hidden asset. Off the books. No weapons, no tracking, no digital footprint.”A pause.“A safe haven.”Mei glanced around, uneasy.“For who?”I didn’t answer right away.Because I already knew.“For people like us,” I said finally.We approached the entrance.No guards.No cameras.Nothing.But I knew better.Places like this don’t need to be seen…to be protected.The door clicked open.And the second I stepped inside—I froze.A scent hit me instantly.Soft.Familiar.My breath caught.No…I took another step in, slower now.“That smell…” I whispered.Something inside me shifted.Something I hadn’t felt in years.Not fear.Not
New York City – Donald Garrison – POVThey think there are five top families that was only on the surface.There have always been five top families .That’s the lie.I stood in the darkened room, the city lights barely touching the glass behind me. Screens glowed softly, data moving in silence.Carl Maxwell.Dennis Rothchild.Joanne… still alive.Predictable.All of it.“Sir,” a voice said from behind me. “The conflict is escalating faster than projected.”“Of course it is,” I replied calmly.Because they don’t see the board.They see each other.“They’ve begun open strikes across multiple shipping lanes,” the voice continued. “Rothchild has released restricted assets.”I smiled slightly.Dennis always did prefer noise.“And Maxwell?” I asked.“Carl has assumed control. Aggressive posture. Strategic retaliation expected.”Good.Let them clash.Let them burn resources.Let them expose weaknesses.Because while they fight for position…I move unseen.“Continue observation,” I said.A p
John – POVThe higher you climb……the worse it looks when you fall.I stood in the shadows, watching it all unfold.Not on screens.Not just data.Patterns.Movements.Decisions.The top families…For years, they moved like a machine.Precise.Calculated.Untouchable.Now?They looked lost.Carl moving too fast.Dennis reacting too loud.Joanne clinging to control from a hospital bed she shouldn’t have survived.And the rest of the so-called “top five”?Watching.Waiting.Hesitating.They don’t know what they’re doing anymore.A faint smile crossed my face.Good.Because chaos…is where people like me thrive.“Master John.”Sam’s voice cut clean through the silence.Calm. Mechanical. Always present.“Port data confirms: Carl Maxwell has assumed control of his family’s operations.”I exhaled slowly.“Of course he did.”There was never another outcome.Not with Joanne down.Not with the pressure Dennis applied.“Do you want to continue monitoring the situation?” Sam asked.I tilted my h
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
Sam I said can you hack into Jeff fisherman car? Sam didn’t hesitate.“Yes, Master John,” he replied. “I can do that.”The lights in the room dimmed slightly as systems came online. I could hear the faint hum beneath the floor—servers spinning up, data paths opening, invisible doors unlocking acro
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
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







