The cold seeped into Sofie’s bones, sharper than hunger, sharper than thirst. The dampness of the concrete floor clung to her black trench coat, pressing its weight against her spine. Every breath she drew felt wrong, thick with mildew, metallic like rusted iron. Her wrists were raw and the ropes had rubbed her skin bloody. Her fingers had gone numb long ago, a dull throb traveling up her arms. Above her, a single naked bulb swung lazily, casting uneven shadows against the cracked cement walls, each flicker making her heart jump. She should have seen this coming. She should have known Cormac wasn’t loyal to anyone, least of all to her. Now, trapped like an animal, she could almost hear Alexander’s voice in her head: You trusted the wrong snake, Sofie.The door groaned open behind her.Boots, slow and uncertain, scuffed the floor.Sofie tensed, twisting awkwardly to see. A boy no, a young man barely twenty, stepped into the wavering light. His hoodie hung off his slight
The sharp sting in her wrists was the first thing Sofie noticed.Her arms were tied behind the back of a wooden chair, and the rough rope scraped against her skin every time she shifted. Her ankles were also bound, the pressure cutting into her nerves, numbing her toes. The room was dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bulb overhead that buzzed in a steady, irritating rhythm. The walls were made of cold cement, cracked and damp in places. A single window, far too high to reach, let in a strip of pale daylight, but it wasn’t enough to tell her how long she’d been here.She blinked several times, groggy and disoriented, her head throbbing from the blow she'd taken before blacking out. Her sunglasses were gone, but she was still in the black trench coat she’d worn earlier. It hung loosely around her shoulders, a little crooked now, and did nothing to fight off the chill creeping into her bones.Then she heard it—footsteps. Confident, slow, echoing off the concrete.A door creaked op
The corridor was silent apart from the gentle thump of Brayden's sneakers on the costly Persian rug. His small hand was clenched into a resolute fist as he approached the imposing wooden door at the corridor's end—the one that opened to his grandfather’s office. The overhead light flickered dimly, creating long, dancing shadows that appeared to stretch and murmur along the walls. His heart was still pounding from the previous night. He did not have a good night's sleep. How could he? After hearing what his grandma had said—the venom in her voice, the way her eyes gleamed like knives in the dark. She’d said she wanted Uncle Alex gone. Just like she did with his mom… Rosie.He felt cold all over just remembering it.“Grandpa! Grandpa!” Brayden called out, his voice high-pitched and breathless as he neared the door. “You won’t believe what I heard Grandma saying about Uncle Alex—”He stopped. Froze. The words evaporated on his tongue like smoke in the wind.Because she was already the
The rain had come back, gentle initially, like fingers caressing the windows of the Levi residence. Outside, the sky was heavy and dark, with clouds heavy and ready for another rainstorm. Within the mansion, exhaled whispers and shut doors, mysteries embedded in the essence of its structure. Lili Levi was in her roomy bedroom, clad in a silk robe that looked like wilted roses. Her blond hair was pulled back too firmly, highlighting her features, which looked more pronounced and bird-like. Her exposed feet gently made contact with the marble floor, her heels left behind at the entrance as if she had ceased to pretend. She went to her vanity but didn’t sit down; she leaned closer, staring at her reflection as if expecting it to show something new. She tightened her hold on the glass perfume bottle in front of her. The soft scent of peony and musk hung in the air, subtle yet intense. Her eyes darted to the window. The rain had begun once more, more intense this time. The sound was li
Cinnamon and sugar still smelt, like a secret clinging to the warmth of the kitchen. It curled softly around the marble counters and the golden afternoon light, weaving itself into the corners of the mansion that rarely held such sweetness. Dysis was at the counter spreading whipped vanilla frosting over the top layer of the cake with deliberate fingers. Her hair, pulled carelessly back, was flecked with flour. Her apron was covered in powdered sugar and streaks of buttercream, yet today she was calm—a terrible stillness that did not quite reach her eyes. Following her lead, Nani moved next to her with subdued hands, trying not to overreach. She did not speak very much. Every syllable seemed like walking on thin glass. Then I heard the sound of a door. The front door clicked open; then the solid, distinct thud of boots upon wooden flooring.The hand of Dysis stopped. She was aware of the sound. Alexander. She needed not to turn around to find it was him. The change in the air
Cormac turned slightly, his angular face sharply shadowed by the low bulb above casting. "No more mistakes," he said slowly and stepped forward, his boots softly thudding against the concrete floor. “And in return for your loyalty, I suppose you have needs.”Sofie paused. Her eyes dropped to her hands, precisely groomed and barely shaking.Indeed, she said softly. "I want you to guard me... from her."Cormac raised a brow, intrigued. “Lili Levi.”Sofie’s head snapped up. The name itself tasted bitter on her tongue. “She’s going to kill me,” she said quietly. “Or worse. She already warned me. If Dysis talks… if Adam finds out what I did at the wedding… I’m dead.”A sharp laugh echoed from Cormac’s chest, but it wasn’t mocking. It was calculating. “So, the queen of the Levi family has finally lost her leash on you.”"I was never on a leash," Sofie said, then stopped with a shaky voice. "I just didn't have a choice." Cormac watched her for a long beat, then moved gently around the table
The automobile hummed gently as it negotiated the twisting road, its tires rolling over the well-kept asphalt. The engine's rhythmic sound seemed to resound in the calm of the evening, almost as if the car were a part of the silent symphony encirclement. Outside, the delicate colours of the twilight sky mixed with the deep shadows of the approaching night as the fading sunshine merged with the encroaching darkness. With her hands tightly closed in her lap, Nani sat in the rearseat and her body stiff and strained. From the pressure, her fingers had turned white, and the leather of the car seat appeared to press back on her, the tightness in her chest was building with every second. Though her attention was far-off, as if her mind were elsewhere caught in a whirl of ideas she was unable to escape, she stared out the window. The weight of her daughter's dangerous circumstances made her heart heavy. Dispersion. Nani's stomach turned over at the idea of her, vulnerable and open to the da
Alexander’s fingers curled tightly around his phone, his jaw clenching as his father’s words echoed like a shot fired in the dark.“About Sofie,” Adam repeated, his voice low and grave.The silence that followed was ice-thick and heavy. It crackled in the air like static—something dangerous was coming.Alexander turned slowly, his gaze finding Nani still standing by the doorway. Without taking his eyes off her, he spoke into the phone. “Talk.”“She’s gone,” Adam said. “Vanished. No trace. Her number’s dead. Her apartment? Emptied. No luggage, no forwarding, nothing.”Alexander’s voice dropped to a lethal register. “What are you telling me, exactly?”Adam exhaled through the phone. “She was working for someone. I don’t know who yet. I’ve had people digging, but it’s like chasing a ghost. She’s left no trail.”Alexander’s mind began to rotate in quiet, surgical precision. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”“I wasn’t sure. I had to be sure,” Adam said, his voice hardening, the guilt only
The late afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows of the Levi estate's drawing room, throwing golden hues across the polished marble floors and elegant furnishings. The space radiated classic beauty with its lofty ceilings and detailed moldings. Overhead hung a crystal chandelier whose facets caught the sunlight and distributed it into a rainbow of hues.Alexander sat by the fireplace, his sharp features softly illuminated by the flames. Wearing a custom charcoal suit, he radiated authority with a straight posture and focused eyes. Apart from the distant chirping of birds outside, the only sound in the fire was soft cracking. Nani entered the room, her footfall light on the marble floor. Her dark hair, flecked with silver, was pushed back into a sophisticated chignon. She walked elegantly despite her age; her brown eyes revealed a depth of knowledge and warmth. She wore a basic gold necklace against her collarbone and a deep burgundy dress that matched her complexion."Alexand