LOGIN“It was raining that day,” Lyra said quietly, her voice calm in a way that somehow made the memory feel even heavier. “Really hard.”Her eyes remained fixed on the tall windows ahead of them, distant and unfocused, as if she wasn’t seeing the room anymore but the past unfolding right in front of her again.“The kind of rain that makes everything outside look blurred.” A faint pause followed.“It was only around four in the afternoon, but the sky already looked dark because of the storm.”Slowly, she folded her legs closer to herself and rested her chin against her knees, silver hair falling loosely over her shoulder as silence settled around the room. The soft glow from the laptop screen illuminated the side of her pale face, but her expression remained unreadable.“Me and my mom were in the car back then,” she continued softly. “Then my father called.”Elias stayed silent beside her, his attention fully on her now. For the first time, he could clearly see it beneath Lyra’s calm exter
Lyra didn’t notice Elias walking toward her side. She was too lost in her thoughts, too deep in the memories pressing against her mind, that she didn’t even feel his presence until he was already there.Elias sat beside her quietly and pulled her into his arms, holding her gently. His voice came out low, calm, but filled with concern. “Why are you awake so early? Is something bothering you?”He knew her too well.Lyra wouldn’t be sitting like this at this hour unless something was weighing on her.But she only shook her head slightly. “Nothing.”A simple denial.Elias didn’t push further. Instead, his gaze shifted to the laptop on her lap. He wasn’t surprised that she had access to satellite systems he already knew what she was capable of. But his expression subtly changed the moment he saw the open windows on the screen.Beatrice.Serene.And the encrypted messages from Liam…his orders, his instructions to his people, carefully structured and dangerously precise. His eyes dimmed slig
The next morning, Lyra woke up unusually early.The sky outside was still dark, the faintest hint of dawn barely touching the horizon as silence filled the room around her. For a moment, she simply lay there beneath the blankets, staring quietly at the ceiling while a strange restlessness settled heavily in her chest.It was unfamiliar.Lyra was never someone who woke up before sunrise unless necessary. Sleeping was one of the few things she genuinely loved, yet today her body woke on its own as if warning her that something was wrong.Her brows knitted slightly.“…Something bad is going to happen,” she thought quietly.The feeling lingered stubbornly in the back of her mind, difficult to ignore no matter how calm she tried to remain. But after a few seconds, she exhaled softly and closed her eyes again.Maybe it was because of the gala later.The Grande Crow.The danger waiting there.Anyone would feel nervous knowing they were walking into a place filled with enemies pretending to s
On the other side of the city, inside a towering skyscraper that overlooked the busy skyline below, the atmosphere inside the conference room was completely different…cold, sharp, and tense enough to make the air feel heavy. The quiet hum of the city outside contrasted the suffocating silence inside, where no one dared relax under the pressure filling the room.At the head of the long table sat Elias, his expression dark and unreadable as one proposal after another was presented in front of him. The air inside the room felt suffocating, every executive seated around the table remaining painfully stiff under the pressure of his gaze.“This,” Elias said coldly as he closed the file in front of him, “is the best your department could produce?”No one answered.No one dared to.His face looked visibly sullen today, his patience thinner than usual as he continued criticizing the reports and proposals presented before him. Every flaw, every weak point, every unrealistic projection was point
The dress Lyra would wear for the gala was already hanging carefully in front of her, protected beneath soft fabric covers while the afternoon light reflected softly against the dark material. At first glance, the gown looked simple but the longer someone stared at it, the more details slowly revealed themselves.Elegant lines.Subtle embroidery woven almost invisibly into the fabric.A clean structure without excessive decorations.It was refined in a quiet, dangerous kind of way.Camelle stood in front of it with narrowed eyes, completely focused as she adjusted the fabric again, checking every seam and loose thread as if her life depended on perfection."Wait... this side isn't aligned properly," she muttered, stepping closer before fixing a tiny detail near the waistline. "No, no... now it's fine."Yani stood nearby holding the accessories, silently watching Camelle circle the dress for what felt like the tenth time that afternoon.Lyra sat calmly on the sofa with one leg crossed
It was already ten in the morning, yet Lyra remained curled beneath the soft covers of their bed, the curtains only half-drawn as gentle sunlight filtered into the room, casting a warm, quiet glow across the space. The stillness lingered, peaceful, undisturbed…..until a soft, measured knock broke through it.“Miss Lyra,” Yani’s voice called from outside, calm but firm. “You need to wake up now. The dress for Saturday’s gala has arrived for fitting, and you still have reports and notes to finish before Monday.”Inside, Lyra stirred faintly, her brows knitting as her eyes slowly opened, heavy with sleep. Everything felt sluggish…..her limbs, her thoughts, even the air around her seemed thick and slow. She turned her head lazily toward the other side of the bed, her gaze instinctively searching.Empty.Elias was already gone.For a moment, she simply stared at the space he left behind, her expression unreadable, something quiet passing through her eyes before she exhaled softly and force
The dockyard reeked of rust and brine, a graveyard of forgotten ships and forgotten men. Chains swung in the sea breeze, clinking like metronomes keeping time for something inevitable.Valdeck crept between stacks of decaying shipping containers, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His brea
Late Morning – Lyra Moreno's Private EstateThe coffee hadn't even finished brewing when Theo started poking around the east wing. The estate was too big, too quiet, and far too suspicious for his taste."Why does this place have so many doors?" he muttered under his breath, eyeing what looked like
There was silence for a moment, then her grandfather's voice cut in, gruff but trembling. "You better not scare us like that again, Lyra. You hear me? I don't care how smart or stubborn you think you are. You're our granddaughter, and you're not allowed to have heart attacks before our bedtime."Ly
At night the hospital was in a strange place. The corridors were hushed, bathed in cold fluorescent glow, but behind every closed-door life continued machine beeping, monitors blinked, footsteps of nurses echoed softly like ghosts moving through the halls.In one quiet private room on the east wing







