LOGINI stood paralyzed, staring at the empty space where Leonard had held his phone. The words I’d seen flashed behind my eyes like neon on a dark street: terminated, canceled.The silence in the opulent living room felt like a physical blow, heavier than the scream from last night. Leonard stood rigid, his body language screaming guilt. His CEO mask had shattered, leaving only the raw, desperate fear of a man caught lying."The roles," I whispered again, my voice thin, like glass about to break. "They're not postponed. Mason took them. He used your company to fire me, and you knew. You knew when you stood here and told me to trust you."He didn't try to deny it. That was worse than any lie.Leonard took a step toward me, his hands held up, palms open in a plea. "Veronica, please. It just happened. I found out thirty minutes ago, on the call. I was handling it. I was going to tell you—""You told me I was 'a prisoner for my future,'" I cut him off, the fury rising fast, stinging my eyes. "
It was real that my eyes felt cold. I was no longer just scared; I was in a clear, hard panic that made me stop shaking and start to think. The rules broke. It wasn't just a rich man's house; I was stuck in a secret war, and the person who made my toast was a fighter.Leonard didn't turn away. He just stood there and looked at me, his eyes tired. He was waiting for me to break or fight."I need to know everything about Elias," I said in a steady, low voice. I could only feel like I had a hand on the wheel that way. "I need to know everything I am going into. Because I'm not just Angel's nanny anymore, am I? I need to know my place in this fight."He sighed, the air leaving his chest heavy. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, the full weight of the Armani name sitting on his shoulders. He didn't try to shut me up. He knew I wouldn't listen."No," he agreed, the truth simple and heavy. "You're not. You're... baggage. You got caught in the battle. But you're also the shield, Veronic
It was real that my eyes felt cold. I was no longer just scared; I was in a clear, hard panic that made me stop shaking and start to think. The rules broke. It wasn't just a rich man's house; I was stuck in a secret war, and the person who made my toast was a fighter.Leonard didn't turn away. He just stood there and looked at me, his eyes tired. He was waiting for me to break or fight."I need to know everything about Elias," I said in a steady, low voice. I could only feel like I had a hand on the wheel that way. "I need to know everything I am going into. Because I'm not just Angel's nanny anymore, am I? I need to know my place in this fight."He sighed, the air leaving his chest heavy. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, the full weight of the Armani name sitting on his shoulders. He didn't try to shut me up. He knew I wouldn't listen."No," he agreed, the truth simple and heavy. "You're not. You're... baggage. You got caught in the battle. But you're also the shield, Veronic
The scream had been a raw, terrified sound. A man’s voice, sharp and cut off, like a string snapping under too much tension.And then, silence.I sat frozen on the massive bed, Angel heavy and warm against my chest, her little body the only anchor in a world that had suddenly tilted into chaos. My ears strained, trying to hear anything over the frantic drumming of my own heart.Footsteps? A crash? Another scream?Nothing. Just the low crackle of the fireplace, mocking me with its fake sense of cozy peace.The black gun Leonard had laid on the nightstand gleamed in the firelight. It felt alien and terrifyingly real. My hands automatically moved to cover Angel’s ears, as if silence itself could be loud enough to wake her.Five minutes, he said.It had been an eternity. Every shadow in the room became a threat. I pictured Leonard downstairs—suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, that cold, lethal look on his face. He was an executive, a billionaire. He wasn't supposed to be fighting thugs
I stared at the text till the screen went black.Enjoy the voice while it lasts. Some things break quiet.Same unknown number as the last threat. My hands shook so bad I almost dropped the phone. The room spun a little—the big bed, the fancy lamp, the garden view that suddenly felt like a cage with gold bars.I locked the door again—double-check, deadbolt too—then backed up till my knees hit the mattress. Sat hard. The note from this morning was still crumpled in my pocket; I pulled it out, smoothing it on the duvet like that would make the words less ugly.LEAVE OR DIE on one side. Black X’s over my face on the other. And now this.Someone wasn’t just trying to scare me. They were counting down.I forwarded the text to Leonard—thumbs flying, no message, just the screenshot and a single word: Again.Three dots appeared instant.On my way up. Don’t open the door for anyone else.I exhaled shaky, pulling knees to chest. The locket Dad gave me dug cold into my skin. I snapped it open—Mom
I stared at the text till the screen went black.Enjoy the voice while it lasts. Some things break quiet.Same unknown number as the last threat. My hands shook so bad I almost dropped the phone. The room spun a little—the big bed, the fancy lamp, the garden view that suddenly felt like a cage with gold bars.I locked the door again—double-check, deadbolt too—then backed up till my knees hit the mattress. Sat hard. The note from this morning was still crumpled in my pocket; I pulled it out, smoothing it on the duvet like that would make the words less ugly.LEAVE OR DIE on one side. Black X’s over my face on the other. And now this.Someone wasn’t just trying to scare me. They were counting down.I forwarded the text to Leonard—thumbs flying, no message, just the screenshot and a single word: Again.Three dots appeared instant.On my way up. Don’t open the door for anyone else.I exhaled shaky, pulling knees to chest. The locket Dad gave me dug cold into my skin. I snapped it open—Mom







