Masuk"Let me go!!" Alexa could be heard screaming, as the men dragged her out of the alley.
Just by the side of the road, the Mercedes Benz was parked, waiting. Her abductors were wearing masks, making it difficult for her to see their faces. Her phone kept buzzing in her pants. Olivia wasn't giving up. "She kept screaming and clawing at their flesh, but they didn't budge. The street was cold and quiet, and the few cars on the road didn't seem to notice her dilemma. They tied her up and threw her into the back seat. Luckily they didn't blindfold her eyes, so she was able to see them. "Where are you guys taking me?" Alexa asked in a shaky voice. They ignored her completely as if she wasn't in the vehicle. She kept struggling, kicking her legs in the air. One of the body guards gently placed a handkerchief over Alexa's nose . Then everything started becoming blur. Alexa's eyes closed into a deep slumber. *********************************** Gabrielle sat down, watching the man being tortured. He had men that counted the packs of cocaine, that was to be distributed to his numerous customers. Each one weighed up to a hundred kilograms, and this man was caught stealing one. The man collapsed on the ground, as Antonio stroke one more blow on his bloody skull. Samuel walked in, startled at the bloody sight. He hesitated, before walking over to where Antonio was sitted. "Ssir we've captured the girl." Samuel stammered, bowing his head. Gabrielle clicked his fingers, and a suit case filled with new dollar notes was brought to him. As soon as Samuel saw the money, his eyes lit up in disbelief. "I'm fulfilling the promise I made to you for a job well done." Gabrielle smirked, tapping his fingers on the suit case. Samuel's eyes widened, not believing what he was seeing. "This should be between us." Gabrielle whispered, waving Samuel away. "Sir I'm afraid this culprit would not make it if we continue torturing him." Antonio reported, with sweat running down his face. "What do I care?" Antonio scoffed, lighting a cigarette. "Sir at this point I think we should let him go. It'll be better to keep him from under our noses." Antonio suggested. Gabrielle snarled. He wanted to show this motherfucker who the boss is, and to show his other men will happen to them, if they dare betrayed him in this manner. "Get him out of my sight." Gabrielle thundered. The men scurried away, dragging the battered man out of the room. Gabrielle smiled at the thought of the mysterious girl in his home. She was brought in asleep, and he had ordered that she be taken to the room beside his room. It was time for formal introduction. ************************************ Alexa woke up the next morning, amazed at where she was. The room was very beautiful, fully air conditioned, and smelled like lavender. She remembered what had happened the night before, and stood up sharply. Her head felt heavy, and her lips were chapped. An elderly woman, probably the house keeper walked in, her face beaming with smiles. "Good morning miss. Your bath is ready, and the master requests that you join him for breakfast." She declared, opening the window and revealing the most beautiful scenery Alexa had ever seen. "Who are you and where am I?" Alexa asked, glaring at the woman. "I'm Ava the house keeper, and you're in master Gabrielle's home." She chimed. "Who is master Gabrielle? And what does he want with me?" Alexa kept asking, confused. "Only the master has the answer to all your questions. For now, your bath is warm and running." Ava stuttered. "Tell your master that I'm not having breakfast with him, and he should tell me what he wants with me." Alexa shrieked. Ava hurried out of the bedroom, locking the door. Alexa tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. She felt like screaming her lungs out. Why was her abductor giving her such special treatment? Suddenly she remembered she had her phone in her pocket. She was going to call Olivia. After several failed attempts to reach Olivia, Alexa gave up. She glanced at the dress Ava brought in. It was exquisite, and the pearl necklace was stunning. What was going on? Alexa was still examining the dress, when Gabrielle flung the door open. Alexa shook with fear, surprised at the figure standing before her. He was heavily built, and his muscles flaunted his masculine energy. His dark thick hair were cut in a low taper fade. His eyes, blue, familiar. She had seen those eyes somewhere. Those eyes that expressed the calmness of a sea after a great turbulence. "I asked for you to have dinner with me and you declined?" Gabrielle asked softly, quite unlike him. "Who are you?" Alexa hissed, eyeing him from head to toe. "You don't need to know who I am." Gabrielle admitted, hands akimbo. "Then you shouldn't bother asking me to join you for dinner. Besides you kidnapped me and suddenly you're acting all lovey dovey?" Alexa spat. "Hmm a sly one right there." Gabrielle chuckled. "I'm at my best behavior now miss." "Don't call me miss. My name is Alexa, and you have denied me my basic rights!" Alexa yelled. Gabrielle was impressed. She was a really difficult girl, and he was going to clip her wings. "You're very interesting Alexa" Gabrielle hinted, folding his arms. "Oh now you see me as a plaything? Perhaps a puppet for your show?" Alexa hissed. Gabrielle smiled, watching her pour out her frustration. She looked cute when angry. Her yells and anger did nothing to Gabrielle, instead he wanted her to continue venting. "Meet me downstairs for breakfast in one hour." Gabrielle growled, looking serious now. "To hell with you and your breakfast." Alexa spat. A v found it's way in-between Gabrielle's brows, startled at her outburst. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. "If you don't have breakfast with me in less than one hour, then you won't eat at all in this house." Gabrielle roared, storming out of the room.The truth did not explode.It settled.Like dust after a long disturbance, it fell quietly into place, coating everything with a clarity that could no longer be ignored.Gabrielle did not sleep.Neither did Alexa.By morning, the mansion felt like a held breath.Antonio arrived early, tension drawn tight across his shoulders. He carried a tablet, but it was the look in his eyes that told Gabrielle everything.“It’s her,” Antonio said without preamble. “I didn’t want to believe it.”Alexa felt the words before she understood them.“Show us,” Gabrielle said.Antonio placed the tablet on the table and began scrolling.“Small things,” he explained. “Too small to trigger alarms. Kitchen access logs overlapping with security rotations. Maintenance requests that rerouted guards. Deliveries that arrived early or late.”“Information disguised as concern,” Alexa murmured.Antonio nodded. “She never gave orders. She suggested. She listened. She remembered. She passed along what sounded harmless.
The truth did not arrive loudly.It crept.It lived in pauses, in glances held a second too long, in routines that felt too smooth to be innocent. The kind of truth that did not announce itself but waited patiently to be noticed.Alexa felt it first.Not as suspicion, not even as fear, but as a subtle resistance in the air, like walking through a familiar room and realizing something had been rearranged while you weren’t looking.The mansion had always been alive. Now it felt… observant.She stood in the hallway outside the kitchen, listening to the low murmur of voices. Ava’s voice, calm as ever. One of the guards responding politely, deferentially.Too deferential.Alexa waited until the conversation ended, then stepped forward.“Ava,” she said lightly.Ava turned, smiling instantly. Warm. Maternal. Unchanged.“Alexa, dear. You’re up early.”“I couldn’t sleep,” Alexa replied. “Thought I’d help.”Ava waved her off. “You help by resting. Gabrielle would scold me if I let you work.”Al
Cordelia’s voice would not leave Alexa alone.It lingered in the spaces between noise, in the quiet hum of the mansion at night, in the pauses between conversations, in the moments when Gabrielle’s hand tightened around hers as if anchoring himself to something solid.“Enemies are closer than they appear. Distance does not equal danger. Watch each other’s backs keenly.”Alexa sat alone in the small sitting room off the west corridor, knees drawn up beneath her, a cup of untouched tea cooling on the table. The house was subdued in a way it had never been before. Even the guards moved differently, quieter, restrained, as though sound itself might fracture what little balance remained after Cordelia’s death.She had ruled through presence.Now her absence pressed heavier than authority ever had.Alexa closed her eyes.Cordelia’s final moments replayed again, her breath hitching, the urgency in her eyes, the way she had fought to say the name.“Not the obvious one. Not….”Not who?Alexa o
The news broke without warning.A single headline flashed across Gabrielle’s phone as he crossed the living room:MADAME CORDELIA RUSHED TO PRIVATE HOSPITAL . CONDITION CRITICALFor a moment, the world stalled.Alexa felt it before he spoke, before the air in the room changed, before his phone slipped from his hand and clattered softly onto the marble floor.“What is it?” she asked, already standing.Gabrielle’s face had gone still in a way she had only seen during war meetings or executions on television, when emotion was locked behind steel.“Cordelia,” he said. “She’s at St. Aurelius.”Alexa’s breath caught. “Dying?”He didn’t answer.That was enough.They didn’t wait for Antonio. They didn’t alert the council. Gabrielle grabbed his coat, his keys, and Alexa’s hand in one fluid motion.“Now,” he said.The drive was a blur of red lights and sharp turns, the city melting into streaks of color beyond the windshield. Gabrielle drove faster than he ever allowed his security detail to, k
The fracture did not announce itself with raised voices or slammed doors.It arrived quietly.Gabrielle stood alone in the west study, the lights dimmed low, the city bleeding into the windows beyond the glass. The mansion slept, but he did not. Sleep had become a stranger since the accident, since Cordelia’s call, since the realization that every hand reaching toward him carried an agenda.On the desk before him lay a single object.A Thorn insignia ring.Cordelia’s.Antonio had delivered it less than an hour ago, without explanation. That alone spoke volumes.Gabrielle picked it up, turning it slowly between his fingers. The metal was cool, heavier than it looked. A symbol of lineage. Authority. Control.A reminder.His phone buzzed softly.He already knew who it was. He answered without greeting.“You found my messenger,” Cordelia said.Her voice was steady, unbothered, as if she were discussing the weather rather than the exposure of a planted operative.“You planted him in my hou
The mansion had never felt so small.Gabrielle stood in the surveillance room beneath the west wing, arms folded behind his back, eyes fixed on the wall of screens. The house looked peaceful from every angle,hallways gleaming, chandeliers glowing softly, guards pacing in their assigned routes. Order. Control.Illusion.The accident was days behind them now, but its echo lingered like a bruise that refused to fade. The screech of tires. The shattered glass. The way Alexa’s name had ripped from antonio’s throat when he thought just for a second that he’d lost her.Cordelia’s voice still rang in his head.“Protect her at all costs.”He intended to.That was why the house had become a cage. No one entered without clearance. No one left without explanation. Staff schedules had been quietly rearranged. Guards reassigned. Phones monitored. Conversations logged.And still,someone had tried to kill them.“ master Gabrielle.”Antonio’s voice came from behind him. Calm. Controlled. But there was







