Masuk🔥 Do you think Anabelle has a hidden agenda for putting these thoughts into Michael’s head? Or is this just normal behaviour for her? 👉 Comment what you think and don't miss the next chapter.
Michael’s POVThe office felt smaller than usual, not physically, but mentally, like the walls had closed in just enough to remind me that there was no space left for mistakes.Papers were spread across my desk, files, reports, surveillance notes, fragments of information that barely scratched the surface of what we were dealing with.Even seeing Marlo's name written in black ink across official documents made something tighten in my chest.I leaned forward slightly, my elbows resting on the desk as my eyes scanned through another report.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face.This wasn’t just a visit, it was an operation and operations like this didn’t end quietly.“Dad…”Henry’s voice cut through my thoughts, soft at first.“Focus on your work" I said but I didn’t look up.“I’ve been focusing" he replied. I flipped a page.“You can focus more.”He let out a sigh, louder this time.“I’ve been doing this for hours nonstop" he said.“Good" I said plainly. “That’s not good, t
Theo’s POVI hadn’t planned for this, not like this, not this fast. One second, I was in watching, calculating, blending in like just another face in the crowd, the next Marlo Ramirez was sitting across from me, looking at me like I was something he had already figured out.My heartbeat was loud in my ears, but I forced my breathing to stay steady.Panic would get me killed here.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, keeping my tone neutral, my expression blank.Marlo didn’t react immediately. He just watched me, like he was peeling through layers I didn’t even realize I had then he smiled.“You should,” he said quietly.That smile didn’t reach his eyes.I leaned back slightly in my chair, forcing myself to relax into the role I was playing.“You’ve got the wrong person, I just came here to eat” I replied, shrugging faintly. “Did you?”The question wasn’t loud, but it carried weight.“Yes.”“And the car?” he asked.I frowned slightly.“What car?”“The one that has been be
Theo’s POVI should have turned back.That thought crossed my mind more than once as I followed the sleek black cars cutting through traffic like they owned the road.But I didn’t, I couldn’t because now that I had seen him there was no going back to pretending this was just another problem I could solve logically.My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I kept a careful distance, my eyes locked on the car ahead. I made sure not to get too close, just enough to keep them in sight, just enough to track their movements without drawing attention, at least that was the plan but my mind wasn’t calm enough to fully execute it.Everything inside me was on edge, hungry for answers.“What the hell are you doing here?” I muttered under my breath, my gaze narrowing slightly.The cars took a turn and I followed.My phone rang and the sound cut through the tension, loud and abrupt.I glanced at the screen. I hesitated for half a second before answering, keeping one eye on the road.“Yea
Theo’s POVThe line went dead, just like that with no warning, no hesitation or explanation.Michael had hung up on me.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my jaw locking so hard it actually hurt. The faint hum of the engine beneath me did nothing to calm the storm building in my chest, instead, it only made everything feel louder, more irritating.“What the hell is your problem, Michael” I muttered under my breath.The empty passenger seat beside me felt heavier than it should have. It still carried the ghost of him, his silence, his distance, the way he looked at me like he wanted to say something but never did.It was getting old.I exhaled sharply, running one hand through my hair before gripping the wheel again. My thoughts refused to settle. They circled the same questions over and over again, each one more frustrating than the last.Why is he hiding things from me? Why does he keep shutting me out? And most importantly, what the hell is he involved in?Nothing about Mich
Michael’s POVAshley was already moving, checking the corners of the room like he could somehow be hiding in plain sight.“Henry, this isn’t funny!” she called out, her tone sharper now, laced with tension she wasn’t even trying to hide.Nick crouched near the desk, scanning the floor, his eyes moving quickly, methodically.“He really didn’t take his things,” he muttered.I followed his line of sight and my chest tightened.“He wouldn’t leave without them” I said.“No, he wouldn’t” Nick agreedAshley turned toward us.“We need to find him immediately.”I just stood still, numerous scenarios playing in my head.Ashley stepped closer, her voice lower now.“Michael we have to operate with the mindset that he might have been taken”“I said no.”My hands dragged through my hair, my thoughts spiraling too fast, jumping from one possibility to another, each worse than the last.“They couldn’t have gotten in here, not without being seen” I said. “Unless they already had access,” Nick counter
Alpha Kael’s POVShe trembled beneath me, her fingers digging into the linen on the bed beneath her.My hands tightened around her hips, my grip firm, unyielding, anchoring her in place as I dictated the rhythm between us. Every movement I made with pushing a few length of my cock inside her was deliberate, my breats swinging to the rthym. I was testing her, pushing her, breaking her down piece by piece just to see where she would finally crack.Her voice spilled into the room again, unsteady, strained, her breath catching in ways she clearly couldn’t control anymore.But beneath it there was something else that didn’t suggest she was exhausted or being defeated. I leaned forward slowly, my chest brushing against her back, my breath ghosting along the curve of her ear.“Give up. You’re already falling apart” I murmured, my voice low but filled with quiet authority. I felt the subtle shift in her body but instead of breaking she shook her head using a small movement.“No.....don’t
Fernando's POV The taste of Michael lingered on my lips like something forbidden and intoxicating. I wasn’t sure what had come over me—no, that was a lie. I knew exactly what it was. Ever since the moment I woke from my coma and saw him again, something primal had returned. A hunger. A pull.
Micheal's POV The morning light crept into the vast halls of Santiago’s mansion with a quiet sort of arrogance—much like Fernando himself. I made my way to the dining room slowly, still nursing the complicated emotions from last night. Slapping Fernando hadn’t been something I planned, but it ha
Ashley’s POVWhite sheets tucked around my legs. My left side ached like hell, bandaged tightly from rib to hip. They said I was lucky that the bullet had missed every vital organ. Lucky. I rolled the word around in my head.Nothing about this felt like luck. Not the blood. Not the silence from
Fernando’s POVI kicked the tire of my car so hard it hurt. The echo bounced off the restaurant walls, turning a few heads in the dimly lit parking lot.They could stare all they want. None of them could understand what I was going through. My blood boiled under my skin, heat climbing up my neck,







