LOGINVictor's POVNow that I think about it, Mr. Peter is probably looking for me by now. After all, I disappeared from the hospital without saying a word. I doubt he'll be able to find me anytime soon, so I need to act before he does.He could be the key to learning more about the Russian mafia. If I want revenge for everything they did to me, I need information, not emotions.First, I need to know exactly what resources I have at my disposal. How many men are working for me? What are their strengths? Their weaknesses? Who can I trust? I need to know everything.Just then, Mr. Steven walks into the living room. He clears his throat before speaking."Sir, I noticed you didn't have a phone, so I got one for you. I've already saved my number in it, so you can reach me anytime."He hands me the phone."Thank you, Mr. Steven," I say with a nod. "I like that you pay attention to the little things.""It's my pleasure to serve you, sir," he replies respectfully."Good. Now I need you to
Alice's POVLet's check out this address and find out if Uncle is really there, I thought.Maybe I was wrong about the Russian Mafia being involved in my uncle's disappearance. Maybe I was connecting dots that didn't belong together. The possibility lingered in my mind as I stared out the window.Then another thought struck me.Why go alone? Why not ask Evans to come with you?"Evans..." I muttered under my breath as I reached for my phone.I dialed his number.It rang for a while before going to voicemail.I frowned."Where is he?"I tried again.Voicemail.Again.Voicemail.After several attempts, I finally lowered the phone and sighed in frustration.Where is he? And why isn't he with his phone?Since I couldn't reach him, there wasn't much else I could do."I'll just go on my own," I whispered to myself. "Hopefully he'll call me back before I get there."Turning to the cab driver, I handed him the address."Please take me here."The driver glanced at it before
Victor's POVI remember that Mr. Peter is still waiting for me outside, so reading the letter in the open is out of the question. Clutching the envelope tightly, I change direction and head for the restroom instead.Once inside, I quickly check each stall to make sure no one is there. Satisfied that I'm alone, I lock myself in one of the stalls and pull the envelope from my pocket. My fingers tremble slightly as I remove the folded paper inside.The letter is addressed to me.My heart pounds as I begin to read.Grandpa had left instructions specifically for me. With every line, my eyes widen in disbelief. He had left his entire empire in my care. Everything belonged to me now, provided I contacted his lawyer. He also included the number of his personal assistant and instructed me to reach out to him immediately.By the time I finish reading, a fresh wave of grief crashes into me.I lower the letter and close my eyes, swallowing hard as memories of Grandpa flood my mind. Even in
Alice POVThe living room is in complete disarray.The sofas are overturned, their cushions scattered across the floor. Every shelf that once held beautiful flowers has been destroyed, leaving broken vases and crushed petals everywhere. The family photographs that used to hang proudly on the walls now lie shattered on the floor, their frames broken beyond repair.My heart begins to pound.What happened here?"Mary!" I shout, calling one of the house workers.No answer.Only the sound of my own voice echoes through the silent house."Gabriel!" I call again, stepping carefully through the wreckage. "Gabriel!"Still nothing.A chill runs down my spine.Where is everyone?As I move deeper into the house, I notice that every room has been ransacked. Drawers have been pulled out, cabinets left hanging open, and belongings are scattered everywhere. It looks as if a storm had swept through the mansion.They were looking for something.Immediately, my thoughts go to the document.
Victor's POVMr. Smith? Alice's father was taken away by some gunmen?That wasn't possible.But then again, who would do such a thing? And why?Those questions swirled endlessly in my mind as I limped back to my room amidst the chaos that seemed to have engulfed the hospital. People were rushing around, voices echoed through the hallways, and nurses moved from one place to another with worried expressions.There was nothing I could do in my current state.Once inside my room, I slowly lowered myself onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. My injured leg throbbed faintly, reminding me that I was still far from fully recovered.I decided to wait for Mr. Peter so I could finally be discharged and head to Lily Hospital to claim Grandpa's body.Even now, his death felt unreal.The doctor had assured me that Grandpa still had a few months left to live. There was no way he would have died so suddenly unless hearing that terrible news had pushed him over the edge.My ja
Alice's POVIf Amelia intended to put fear in me through that message, then she had done a very good job.They had the guts to poison my dad and call it a warning?A shiver ran down my spine as I stared at the phone in my hand. Apparently, there was a spy in my father's house, and it could be anyone.My heart pounding against my chest, I rushed back to my dad's room. I pushed the door open and immediately looked toward his bed. He is still asleep, the steady beeping of the machines filling the room. Relief washed over me for a brief second.Where will I find this document now?I need to find it before something worse happens to my dad. He is the only family I have left.My eyes burned as I stared at him lying helplessly on the hospital bed.Who do I call for help now?Victor is out of the picture since he isn't fit enough to help. That only leaves Evans.But how much can I trust him?I still haven't forgotten the nightmare I had about him, nor the strange words he had spo
Alice’s POVAs soon as I realize the call has ended, the silence hits me and I break.Tears spill uncontrollably down my cheeks, my chest tightening with every shaky breath. My hands tremble as I clutch my phone, my mind spiraling with one question: Where is my dad?I don’t waste another second
Victor’s POVImmediately Alice makes that statement, I freeze. Completely.I am the last person who saw her dad before I came to the hospital.“Maybe he went somewhere…” I say, but even to my own ears, the reassurance sounds weak.“I’ve called his phone. It keeps going straight to voicemail,”
Alice’s POVBefore Victor can answer my question, his phone suddenly rings. He glances at the screen, and something shifts in his expression. Without another word, he excuses himself and walks away quickly. There’s urgency in his steps... something isn’t right.A strange feeling settles in my che
Victor’s POVHis last statement doesn’t sit well with me, and the unease crawls under my skin. I don’t even think twice. I head outside immediately to look for Alice.The party is already in full swing. Music hums in the background, laughter spills from different corners, and guests are seated,







