LOGINDebbie Edison (Olivia Rothchild) – POVThey think this is about war.About families.Power.Revenge.They think this is about the League of Silence.They’re wrong.That was never the endgame.That was just…The door.I stood in the control room, lights dim, screens alive with movement—shipping routes, financial systems, satellite feeds, political chatter across continents.All of it flowing.All of it… predictable.“They’re getting closer,” Sam said.“I know.”Dennis is moving faster.Carl is becoming reckless.Garrison is watching.And now?John is awake.A faint smile crossed my face.“Perfect timing.”Flashback – Years AgoBefore the war.Before the chaos.Before John ever knew who he was—There was a meeting.Five families.One table.Power at its peak.They thought they ruled the world.But what they didn’t realize?They were already losing it.Because the world was changing.Faster than they could control.Technology.Information.Systems.And at the center of it all?Sam.“He’s
Sam – POVThere is a difference…Between observation—And attention.I observe everyone.That is my function.Patterns.Speech.Movement.Intent.But her?I don’t just observe Princess Bella.I track her.Quietly.Differently.Because something about her…Doesn’t align.Her movements are precise—But not military.Her speech is controlled—But not rehearsed.Her behavior suggests loyalty—But not to one side.So I look deeper.Beyond what John can see.Beyond what Debbie allows me to show.I begin pulling threads.Legal databases.International registries.Corporate filings.Everything she has ever touched…Everything she has ever been tied to.And then—I find it.Buried.Hidden.But not well enough.She still operates within legal frameworks.Not off-grid like the others.Not invisible.Documented.Registered.Active.Under a different name.An informant.For an organization John does not fully understand yet.An organization that has been watching him…Long before he knew he was be
Debbie 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
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
The realization settled into my bones like lead: this was a choice that would follow me for the rest of my life. There would be no undoing it. No second chances. Either I walked away now—or I kept fighting, chasing a truth that had already taken everything from me.Did I really want to know who my







