FAZER LOGINThe armored truck bumped hard over the rough gravel road, throwing us against the seats. Inside, it was quiet except for the heavy sound of Alexander breathing and the soft hum of the radio. I sat right next to him, gripping his good arm tightly, refusing to let go. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, leaving a dull, freezing ache deep in my bones."Are you bleeding through the bandages again?" I asked quietly, looking at his side where the dark stain on his shirt had grown bigger.Alexander shook his head, keeping his eyes fixed on the windshield ahead. "I'm fine, Elena. It’s just a scratch. Worry about yourself, you were the one standing right in front of her gun.""I'm just tired of running," I whispered, resting my head against his shoulder.Marcus was driving, his eyes glued to the rearview mirror. He hadn't said much since we got into the truck, completely focused on making sure nobody was tailing us. The industrial sector was a maze of old warehouses, shipping containers,
The darkness hit like a physical weight. For a second, no one moved. The silence in the hangar was heavier than the noise had been.Then, chaos broke out."Where are they?!" Ivy screamed. I heard her heels clicking frantically on the concrete as she spun around, trying to find us in the blackness.Alexander didn't hesitate. He grabbed my hand, his grip like iron. "Don't let go," he hissed.We moved fast. We didn't need to see; Alexander knew the layout of this place better than anyone. He pulled me toward the tunnel door, our boots silent against the floor. Every time a flashlight beam cut through the dark, we dropped behind a crate or a piece of machinery.Suddenly, a bright spotlight hit the floor just inches from my feet."They're near the north wall!" a guard shouted.Gunfire erupted. Bullets sparked against the steel crates, sending shards of metal flying. I ducked down, my hands over my head, but Alexander stood tall, firing back to keep them pinned down."The door!" he yelled o
The elevator hummed as it went up. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. Every floor we passed felt like a countdown.Alexander stood by the buttons. He was hurt, his arm hung limp and his shirt was soaked in blood, but his eyes were sharp. He wasn't looking at the buttons; he was thinking."When these doors open," he said quietly, "we don't run for the main exit. Ivy’s security will be waiting there. They’ll expect us to head straight for the jet.""Then where do we go?" I asked, holding onto the wall to keep my balance."The drainage tunnels," he said. "Marcus has a team waiting three miles north. He’s the only one I trust. If we make it to the edge of the property, they’ll get us out."Hearing Marcus’s name made me feel a little better. He was the one person who hadn't turned on us.The elevator stopped. The doors slid open just a crack. We looked out at the huge hangar.It was a mess. There were dozens of men in black tactical gear clearing the rubble from the explosion. Ivy was
The crimson AUTHORIZED pulse beat against the darkness of the bunker like a dying heart. I pulled my hands back as if the screen had burned me."Someone else is in the mainframe," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the cooling fans. "Alexander, the system didn't just crash. It was accepted by an override command. Someone is watching us."Alexander didn't hesitate. He pulled me behind the heavy steel server rack, his hand instinctively going to his weapon. "Is it Ivy?""No," I said, my fingers flying across the auxiliary pad to trace the origin of the override. "This isn't Sterling-level encryption. It’s… it’s a master-level handshake protocol. It’s coming from inside the bunker."A low, mechanical grinding sound echoed from the far wall. Slowly, a section of the panels retracted, revealing a narrow, hidden maintenance shaft. A faint, sterile blue light spilled out."Stay behind me," Alexander commanded.We moved toward the opening and climbed through the narrow crawl
The fall lasted for an eternity, a terrifying descent through smoke and jagged concrete that ended with a jarring, bone-shaking impact against a lower platform. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning jet fuel and pulverized stone. My lungs burned as I gasped for air, the world spinning in nauseating arcs of shadow and ember."Elena!"The voice was a jagged rasp, cutting through the roar of the flames flickering far above us. I forced my eyes open, my vision swimming. Alexander was sprawled a few feet away, his body a map of fresh lacerations and blood. His shirt was torn, his bandages soaked through with crimson, but his eyes, those fierce, stormy gray eyes, were locked onto mine with a desperate, primal intensity.He scrambled toward me, ignoring the obvious agony in his side, and pulled me into his arms. His touch was firm, grounding, a lifeline in the middle of the chaos."Are you hit?" he demanded, his hands frantically searching my face, my arms, my back for injuries.
The world tilted on its axis. The cold rain, the smell of jet fuel, and the weight of the pistol against my temple all blurred into a surreal, suffocating nightmare. The man who had yanked me toward the Bentley was a stranger, a faceless mercenary, but the woman stepping out from the shadows of the backseat was someone I had seen from a distance at a dozen high-society functions.She was elegant, composed, and possessed a quiet, venomous beauty. I had never spoken to her, yet the way she looked at me, with a mix of cold detachment and burning resentment, told me she knew exactly who I was."You're Elena," she said, her voice smooth as glass, lacking the warmth of a genuine introduction. She didn't wait for a reply. "I'm Ivy. Though, I imagine you already know that.""I have no idea who you are," I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Why are you doing this?"Ivy sighed, a sound of genuine disappointment, as if she were dealing with a slow-witted child. She stepped closer, ign
The flight across the Atlantic was dead silent.The interior of Alexander’s private Gulfstream jet was pure luxury, filled with soft leather seats, polished mahogany tables and warm yellow lighting. But to me, it felt like a moving coffin. The engines hummed a low, steady tune that vibrated right t
The atmosphere inside the car changed instantly. Marcus was still talking through the speaker but my mind went blank. I could hear his voice, yet I couldn’t understand what he was saying.‘They’re going after Leo.’“What did you just say?” I screamed. I jerked forward against my seatbelt. The beaut
It felt like the room was turning around us. I stared at Alexander, my hands dropping to my sides. The rich smell of scotch on his breath suddenly felt suffocating.“What do you mean, a twin?” My voice was barely a whisper. “Alexander, that’s impossible. I was there. I gave birth to Leo. There was
The tiny red dot burned on my forehead like a brand. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t breathe.I looked at my mother, waiting for even the smallest sign that she still cared about me, waiting for her to scream at Victor to stop. But she just stood there by her leather sofa, her knuckles white around h







