Mag-log inChapter 12: Blood and BetrayalElara's POV"Victor!"I screamed at the top of my voice as I sprinted across the foyer, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble as his knees buckled. The stench of blood hit me like a wall—it was so thick.Marcus moved faster than I thought possible, catching Victor under the arms just before his head cracked against the floor. Damien’s voice cut through the chaos like a whip.“Call Dr. Harris. Now!”“You don't have to,” I said, my voice steady despite what was going on in my chest. I dropped to my knees beside Victor, years of medical training snapping into place immediately.The panic receded. The mother in me—the one who had been screaming for her son every waking second—stepped aside. The doctor took over.“Bring me my medical kit. Clean towel and saline. Now!”Guards scattered in every direction. I barely noticed them.Victor’s face was pale, slick with sweat and smeared blood.His pulse fluttered weakly under my fingers, his breathing shallo
Chapter 11 Cracks in the IceElara's povElara’s hands trembled as she held her phone close to her chest, Jordan’s small, shaky voice still echoing in her ears. She desperately wants her baby boy back home.“Jordan…” she whispered, her voice cracking. And suddenly, she broke down into tears. She has been strong for too long. Jordan was all she had. She slid down the wall of the estate’s security room, her knees buckling as weeks of sleepless nights crashed over her. She played the message again, and again, each time Jordan’s frightened words slicing deeper. Victor pretended… tricked me… I’m scared but I’m trying to be brave…“Jordan! My sweet boy,” she cried, rocking forward. Her shoulders shook without control. The phone slipped from her fingers onto the cold floor. She didn’t care. All the strength she had forced herself to hold onto for his sake shattered completely. She was breaking, right there in front of Marcus and the security team.Strong arms wrapped around her before sh
Chapter 10 – Little HeroThe bright headlights of the car came closer. His small legs wanted to run, but he was too tired. The car stopped. A door opened.A tall man stepped out. “Hey, kid? Are you okay?” The man’s voice sounded kind and calm. He smiled gently and bent down so he would not scare the little boy.Jordan hid his face behind his hands. He did not know if this man was good or bad. He thought about Madam Mabel and her mean guards. His heart beat fast. He turned to run into the bushes again.“Wait, Jordan! Don’t run,” the man called. “My name is Victor. Your mummy sent me. She is very worried about you. She asked me to find you and bring you home safe.”Jordan stopped. He looked back slowly. “You know my mummy?”Victor took out his phone and showed a picture. It was Jordan’s mummy smiling and holding him when he was a baby. “See? This is your mum, Dr. Elara Voss. She is my good friend. She told me to look for you. Come, little one. Let me carry you. You are safe now.”Jorda
Chapter 9 – The Woman from HellDamien's povI stood in the safe room at my estate, staring at the reports on the table. My hands shook with anger and a mix of unbelief. Victor’s phone. The attack on Elara. Everything pointed to betrayal. But something wasn't right. “Boss,” Marcus said as he walked in. “We have a problem.”“Another one?” I asked.He placed a new folder in front of me. “The woman who took Jordan. We got a clear photo from a street camera near the drop point.”I opened the folder. The moment I saw her face, my blood turned cold. Long dark hair. Sharp eyes. That elegant smile I remembered from my childhood.It was her.My stepmother. Mabel Blackthorne.She was supposed to be dead. Killed in a car explosion ten years ago. We buried an empty coffin because the body was too burned to identify. My father had mourned her. Or at least pretended to.“She survived,” I whispered.Marcus looked shocked. “You know her?”“She was my stepmother. Everyone thought she died.” I sat d
Chapter 8 – The Enemy WithinElara’s povaThe screech of tires shattered the silence of the empty street, slicing through the night.I lost my grip on the steering wheel.“What the hell is happening?” I screened in fear, pulse hammering in my ears.A massive black SUV cut sharply in front of me. I slammed on the brakes, tires trying to resist. Before I could even shift into reverse, another vehicle boxed me in from behind.I got trapped. The SUV’s doors burst open. Three men charged toward my car, moving with so much speed. One raised his arm—metal glinting under the streetlights.A gun.Fear flooded my veins. I tried to reach for my phone, my fingers trembling, but headlights suddenly flooded the scene from the opposite direction. Several dark vehicles roared in at high speed.Gunfire erupted.The attackers froze mid-stride. Figures in tactical black poured from the new arrivals—Damien’s security team. The kidnappers opened fire first, turning the quiet street into a battlefield.I
Chapter 7 – Enemies Forced TogetherDamien's pov I've built an empire, made a name for myself, and have men under my control. But right now, nothing of that matters . The only heir I have has been taken by someone and every attempt to find him is failing. My son disappeared without leaving a single trace.The thought alone made it hard to breathe.I stood in the middle of my office while everyone waited for my next order."There is no limit," I said coldly. "Use every resource we have."Marcus nodded."Yes, boss.""I don't care how much it costs.""I want every private security company working for me.""They've already been contacted.""The police?""They're searching.""The FBI?""I've spoken to two contacts. They're joining the investigation."I looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window.New York stretched before me, bright and alive.Somewhere in that city...Someone had my son.The fear in me had increased especially because the person hadn't called to request for a ransom."







