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Chapter 13: The Rift
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Blackened: The Bastard Heiress's Rise Chapter 23: A Larger Cage
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. 04:55 AM.As the fleet of helicopters soared away from the collapsing island, the first sliver of dawn began to bleed across the horizon. It wasn't a soft, hopeful light; it was a bruised, sickly gray that gradually turned into a violent, arterial red. The rising sun transformed the ocean into a vast, shimmering mirror, reflecting the thirty Black Hawks like a murder of crows returning to their nest.Skylar sat in the front row of the lead chopper, wrapped tightly in Sebastian’s heavy trench coat. The dark fabric hid the map of scars on her skin, but it couldn't mask the aura of lethal stillness that now radiated from her.She looked down at Summer, who was cradled in her lap. The girl was still unconscious, her breathing shallow but steady. The bandages on her wrists had been freshly replaced, white and clean against her ghostly skin. Skylar’s fingertips traced a stray lock of hair away from Summer’s forehead, her voice a ghost of a sound."Just a litt
Blackened: The Bastard Heiress's Rise Chapter 22: The Broken Tail
Private Island. 04:11 AM.A thick, visceral mist of blood hung over the shark tank, so dense it seemed to stain the moon a bruised, arterial red. The scent of iron and salt was a living thing, choking and omnipresent.Skylar stood amidst the jagged ruins of the command center, her silhouette sharp against the flickering emergency lights. She was draped in Sebastian’s oversized black trench coat—a garment heavy with the scent of gunpowder and rain. The hem of the coat hit her at mid-thigh, failing to hide the fresh, dark finger-marks and bite scars that marred her pale legs. Yet, she didn't look like a victim. She looked like a blade newly unsheathed, glittering with a lethal, cold light.Landon Voss was no longer the master of this domain.He was shackled to the very interrogation chair where he had once watched Skylar suffer. The titanium chain—the same one that had bound Skylar’s ankle for thirty days—was now looped tightly around his throat, just below the Adam's apple. Any movemen
Blackened: The Bastard Heiress's Rise Chapter 21: The Shark Tank (Part III)
—— The Blood BaitMidnight. 02:17 AM.The surface of the shark tank began to churn with a grotesque, visceral crimson. It wasn’t the scheduled feeding time, yet the metallic scent of fresh blood began to waft up from the depths, thick and suffocating, as if someone had opened an artery at the very bottom of the abyss.Inside the acrylic cage, the clinical white lights flickered twice and died.A heartbeat later, the emergency red lights pulsed to life, bathing the underwater cell in a rhythmic, hellish glow. A low, vibrating hum—resembling the mournful song of a dying whale—reverberated through the obsidian walls. Ava snapped awake, her body tensed.Click.The magnetic lock on the floor hissed as it disengaged. The titanium chain around her ankle fell away, the weight suddenly gone. She stood, her bare feet pressing against the cold metal floor. The entire island was vibrating, a deep-seated tremor that suggested the foundation itself was being torn apart.Landon’s voice crackled thro
Blackened: The Bastard Heiress's Rise Chapter 20: The Shark Tank (Part II)
—— Day ThirtyTime behaves strangely underwater. It is fluid, amorphous, stripping away the structured certainty of the world above.There was no sunrise or sunset here in the deep. There was only the harsh, clinical glare of the artificial lights and the feeding alarm that screamed at exactly noon. That sound—the chaotic splashing of twelve Great White Sharks tearing into bloody bait—sounded like a dull, rusty saw grinding against bone. Chop. Chop. Chop. It whittled the nerves down to fine, trembling dust.Ava had lost count of the days. She only knew that the memory of what fresh air tasted like was fading, replaced by the sterile tang of recycled oxygen and the metallic scent of fear.Inside the acrylic cage, only three things remained constant.First, the black silk slip dress Landon had forced her into on the first day. It was now a gossamer ruin, torn into shreds that hung from her emaciated frame like spiderwebs that had survived a fire. It concealed nothing, serving only as a
Blackened: The Bastard Heiress's Rise Chapter 19: The Shark Tank (Part I)
Somewhere in the depths of the Pacific Ocean. An Uncharted Private Island.The ocean surface was a sheet of obsidian, sliced only by the occasional whitecap that rose and fell like the dorsal fin of a predator. The water here was deep, ancient, and unforgiving.At the heart of this desolate expanse lay a private island, dominated by a massive atoll that sat half-submerged in the crushing embrace of the sea. Beneath the coral reef, engineering arrogance had carved out a circular abyss—a man-made deep pool, one hundred meters in diameter. The walls were lined with polished black obsidian, smooth as glass and cold as death. When the underwater floodlights hit them, the rock acted like a funhouse of mirrors, magnifying every shadow that drifted through the water tenfold, turning slivers of darkness into lurking monsters.This was the domain of twelve Great White Sharks.They were not naturally occurring residents. They were trophies, smuggled from the coast of South Africa by Landon Voss.
Blackened: The Bastard Heiress's Rise Chapter 18: The Lure
December 20th. 09:17 AM.The Private Hospital, Absolute Isolation Ward, Basement Level Three.This floor, a relic from the Cold War—originally designed as a fallout shelter—had been repurposed to accommodate only three types of clientele: heads of state, organized crime bosses, or women like Ava, whose presence could compel the hospital director to convene an emergency board meeting overnight. Two elevators serviced the floor: one requiring a facial scan, the other a key card. Three shifts of bodyguards maintained a 24-hour perimeter, surveillance was omnidirectional, and the access control system was secured by code personally written by Sebastian. Ava believed this area was impenetrable.She had profoundly underestimated Landon Voss.Landon Voss, 31 years old. His mother was an illegitimate daughter banished by the powerful Voss family; his father, the previous patriarch. The day he was born, his mother hemorrhaged to death during childbirth while his father was in the adjacent room
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