Mag-log inJohn Edison – POVEverything happened so fast I don’t think I have a chance to fix or change. What happened next when I heard a explosion behind meFire blazed behind me. While Smoke developed the room. The wall started to Collapse.The world around me was coming down—but I wasn’t leaving. Not this time I will not allow death to come easy to this manAfter the death of Michelle, he must suffer. Sam’s voice filled the room master John “Structural integrity at 32%,” Sam warned. “Immediate evacuation is advised.” I ignored him.Because I saw it with my own eyes, what was happening. A shadow moving through the smoke.Limping.Bleeding.Trying to escape.“Ashton,” I said quietly.There you are.⸻I moved.Fast to catch up with him I wanted his life. I couldn’t let him die easily.Cutting through debris, stepping over bodies, pushing through flames that licked at the steel walls like they were alive.“John,” Sam pressed. “You will not survive a full collapse.”“I don’t need to survive,” I
John Edison – POV There it was. Movement. Finally. Not shadows. Not empty buildings. Not ghosts. Real. Alive. Waiting. I slowed my steps as I moved deeper into the structure—an abandoned industrial complex, steel beams cutting across the ceiling like a skeleton of something long dead. “Sam,” I murmured. “Thermal signatures confirmed,” he replied instantly. “Multiple hostiles. He is here.” My pulse didn’t spike. Didn’t race. It steadied. Cold. Focused. “Good.” Because I was done chasing. The air shifted. A faint metallic echo bounced through the room. Then— A voice. “You always were persistent, John.” I stopped. Didn’t turn. Didn’t react. “Show yourself,” I said calmly. A slow clap echoed from the upper level. I looked up. And there he was. Standing on the catwalk above me. Relaxed. Smiling. Untouched. Ashton Gray. “You came alone,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “That’s either very brave…” A pause. “…or very stupid.” I raised my weapon slig
Queen Bella – POV (After the Declaration)The silence didn’t last long.It never does after you change the world.Within minutes of my announcement, the room erupted—not outwardly, not chaotically—but in that restrained, dangerous way powerful people react when they realize the rules have just been rewritten without their permission.Whispers.Phones lighting up.Eyes darting between me and each other.They weren’t just shocked.They were calculating.Good.Let them.Because every second they spent trying to understand what I had just done… was a second John had to stay alive.I stepped back from the podium slowly, my posture still perfect, my expression calm—but inside?Inside, everything was moving too fast.You just declared him a prince.Not just protection.Not just alliance.I bound him to the Crown.To me.To everything that comes with it.War.Power.Targets.Responsibility.My hands tightened slightly at my sides.“Your Highness,” one of my advisors rushed forward, lowering h
Queen Bella – POVI used to think the crown meant strength.Power.Control.But standing there—watching John walk away from me—I realized something I hadn’t wanted to admit.The crown wasn’t strength.It was weight.And for the first time since I wore it…It felt unbearable.“John…” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the sound of his engine faded into the distance.The silence that followed felt louder than any war.He didn’t look back.Not once.And that—That broke something inside me.I stood there in the grand hall, frozen, my chest tight, my thoughts spiraling.Why would he leave?Why would he walk away when everything was falling apart?When I was falling apart?A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.“I need you…” I whispered.But he was already gone.⸻A sudden sharp tone echoed in my ear.I flinched slightly.“Queen Bella Protocol initializing.”My breath caught.The voice that followed—Calm.Artificial.Familiar.“System integration complete.”I turned sl
John Edison – POVSomething inside me died with her.Not just grief.Not just love.Something deeper.Something that used to hold me back.I stood there in the command room, staring at the screen long after it went black—long after Michelle’s body hit the floor.My heartbeat slowed.Not fast.Not erratic.Slow.Controlled.Dangerously quiet.That was worse.Because the anger?It wasn’t explosive.It wasn’t chaos.It was focused.Cold.Deliberate.I used to believe there was still something good left in this world.Something worth protecting.Something worth saving.But as I looked around the room—at the screens, the systems, the power I had built—All I saw now…Was a battlefield.“They took her,” I said quietly.No one answered.No one dared.“They thought that would break me.”My jaw tightened slightly.“They thought they could scare me… control me… steal Sam…”A slow breath filled my lungs.“They thought wrong.”The words came out flat.Final.A promise.“I’m going to kill him.”Si
Michelle – POV The cold was the first thing I noticed. Not the fear. Not the pain in my wrists from the cuffs digging into my skin. The cold. It seeped up through the concrete floor, through the metal chair, into my bones—like this place was designed to drain the life out of you before they even touched you. My hands were locked behind my back, shackled tight enough to cut circulation. Every small movement sent sharp pulses of pain up my arms. But I didn’t move. Didn’t struggle. Didn’t give them anything. Footsteps echoed. Heavy. Measured. Coming closer. I lifted my head slowly as the door creaked open. A man stepped inside. Broad shoulders. Controlled posture. The kind of presence that didn’t need to announce itself—it just was. He walked toward me, each step deliberate against the concrete floor. “Michelle…” he said, almost casually. Like we were meeting for a conversation. Not an execution. “You made a lot of decisions.” I said nothing. My eyes stayed locked
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.”“
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 I opened the folder, a jolt of adrenaline coursed through me. Inside, there was only a single photograph—no documents, no briefing notes, no identifying marks. Just the image of an older man, his expression cold and unreadable. I quickly flipped through the pages, feeling a wave of confusion was







