FAZER LOGINThe alarm inside the vault was deafening, a high pitched scream that vibrated through the soles of my shoes. In the complete darkness, my heart hit my ribs so hard I thought it would break.“Adrian,” I choked out, reaching blindly into the black space in front of me.His hand caught mine immediately and pulled me close. His chest was solid against me, steady even with the siren tearing through the room. I could feel his warmth, like he was the only stable thing left in the chaos.For a second I just held on, because there was nothing else to hold.“Keep down,” Adrian said close to my ear.His voice was low, controlled, like he was forcing the situation into order just by speaking calmly.Next to us, something clattered in the dark as Marcus shifted his position. His boots scraped over the metal shavings on the floor, sharp and loud in the enclosed space.“Adrian, the main security grid just went dark,” Marcus said over the alarm. “They did not just trip it. They cut the hardlines from
The sound of the car horn filled the narrow alley.It did not stop.It kept pressing into the space like it belonged there now. Loud, sharp, and impossible to ignore.The driver had fallen forward against the steering wheel, his forehead pressed against it. Blood slowly ran down the windshield, leaving dark streaks that made everything outside look broken and uneven.For a second, I could not process what I was seeing. It felt too unreal.“Get her out of the car,” Adrian said.His voice was calm, but it cut through everything.Everyone moved immediately.Marcus pulled the rear door open and grabbed my arm.“Come on.”My boots hit the wet ground. My legs almost gave way. The alley felt smaller now, tighter, like the walls were closing in.Before I could even look at the front seat, Adrian stepped in front of me.He blocked my view completely.His hand closed around my upper arm.“Look at me,” he said.I looked at him.“Not the car.”I nodded without speaking.Behind us, Marcus and the
Another shot slammed into the apartment.The sound exploded through the room, making my ears ring.Before I could react, Adrian's hand pressed against the back of my neck, forcing me to the floor."Stay down."Glass burst across the room, scattering over the carpet like sharp ice.Marcus leaned out from the hallway and fired three quick shots."Move!" he shouted.Adrian didn't hesitate.Keeping one arm around my shoulders, he guided me toward the kitchen, shielding me with his own body.I could barely breathe.My hands shook as I crawled over broken glass and chunks of plaster. Every second felt endless.Another bullet ripped through the living room wall.The framed photograph of my parents crashed onto the floor.The glass shattered across my mother's smiling face.A painful knot settled in my chest.They weren't just attacking us.They were tearing apart the last pieces of my family."They've got eyes on us!" one of the operatives yelled through his earpiece.Adrian's expression did
Forty-eight hours.The number kept pressing inside my head, syncing with the ticking clock on Ethan’s bedside table.Outside, the storm had passed, leaving behind a dull gray morning that drained the world of color. Light filtered weakly through the curtains, too soft to change anything, too quiet to feel real.Inside the room, the only steady sound was Ethan’s heart monitor.Beep. Beep. Beep.That sound was the only proof that time was still moving forward.Still alive.Still holding.But I didn’t know for how long.I hadn’t slept at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my parents’ crushed SUV from the hidden police file. Every time I opened them, I was reminded of Adrian’s words that I was a liability.And worse than fear was how quickly this life had stopped feeling like mine.I stood slowly from the armchair, my body heavy, and walked out into the corridor.The estate was silent, but not peaceful. It felt alert, like something unseen was listening to every step I took.Waiting.
The heavy silence inside the conservatory felt suffocating. On the marble floor, the white paper lay exactly where it had fallen, the sharp black ink of those six words still burning into my mind like something etched behind my eyes.The wrong Vance survived the accident.I kept staring at it even when my vision started to blur. The words didn’t feel like words anymore. They felt like something alive, looping in my head, refusing to stop.Over and over again.“Nora.”Adrian’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears. It wasn’t his usual cold, controlled tone, and it wasn’t the sharp voice he used when giving orders. This one was lower, tighter, almost strained.I couldn’t move.My body felt weak, unsteady, like my knees might give out at any second. Three years. For three long years, I had believed my parents died because of an accident. A wet road. Faulty brakes. A night that simply went wrong.I had built my grief around something I could understand.Something accidental.Something
The words echoed through my mind long after Adrian spoke."It wasn't a hospital worker."I stared at him as rain hammered against the hospital windows. A flash of lightning lit up the room, throwing sharp light across his face before everything fell back into darkness."If it wasn't a doctor or a nurse..." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Then who?"Adrian didn't answer.I was beginning to hate his silence. Whenever Adrian Black refused to speak, it usually meant the truth was far worse than anything I could imagine."The investigation is still ongoing," he said at last."That's not an answer.""No," he admitted.Frustration surged through me."Then stop treating me like I'm a child!" I snapped. "My brother is lying in that bed because someone poisoned his IV!"For a brief moment, Adrian's gaze shifted to Ethan. He stood beside the bed, studying my sleeping brother with an unreadable expression before looking back at me."Someone bypassed hospital security," he said evenly.







