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AlecEarly the next morning, we were already in my father's office. He was on the phone when we walked in, so Maxwell and I sat down and waited until he was done.Dad ended the call and slowly lowered his phone. For a moment, he said nothing.Maxwell and I had been watching him throughout the conversation, trying to read his expression, but our father had always been good at hiding what he was thinking. This time, though, there was something different in his eyes. Something that made me uneasy.He looked at us."She is his daughter."I frowned. "What?""Aurora is the Don's daughter."The words took a moment to register, and then they did. My mind went completely still. Maxwell stared at him."How is that possible?"Dad sighed and moved toward his desk. "The Don received confirmation. Aurora is his biological daughter."I looked at Maxwell, expecting him to say something that would make sense of what we'd just heard. He looked just as stunned as I felt."But how?" I asked."He had a re
AuroraI woke to the faint sound of someone knocking on my door.For a moment I lay still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. Then everything came back.Noah. The attack. The journey here. The man who had looked at me and calmly told me that I was his daughter.I pushed myself upright, wincing when a dull ache moved through my head. A soft knock came again. "Miss Aurora?""Yes?""The Don has asked me to tell you that breakfast is ready."Breakfast. The word felt almost absurd considering everything that had happened. I was being held inside a mafia estate, I'd just been told that a powerful stranger was my father, and somehow breakfast was still happening as though this were an ordinary morning."I'll be down soon."After washing and changing into the clothes that had been prepared for me, I followed the woman downstairs. The dining room was enormous, with tall windows overlooking perfectly maintained gardens. A long table sat in the center, though only two places had been a
Third person POV:The first thing Aurora became aware of was the pain in her head.It throbbed steadily behind her eyes, growing sharper whenever she tried to move. For a few seconds she remained still, confused by the unfamiliar softness beneath her and the faint scent of expensive wood and leather surrounding her.She opened her eyes.A large sitting room stretched before her, beautifully furnished with dark wooden furniture, deep leather chairs, and floor-to-ceiling windows covered by heavy curtains. Everything looked expensive, but there was something cold about the room that made her feel as though she'd been placed inside a beautiful cage.She tried to sit up. Pain shot through the back of her head, and she instinctively raised a hand to it.The memory returned.Noah. Her breath caught. She remembered him apologizing, remembered believing him, remembered following him away from the classroom because she thought he wanted to show her something. Then his hand. The wall. The phone
MaxwellThe moment Dad ended the call, Alec and I separated without needing to discuss what we were going to do.We needed to find Noah.The blood on the floor had erased every trace of the jealousy and irritation we'd been carrying only minutes earlier. Whatever had happened between Aurora and Noah, it wasn't a harmless conversation, and the longer we stood there wondering where she was, the more time whoever had taken her had to get away.We started with the students.Alec moved through the corridor asking anyone who had been in the old wing whether they had seen Noah. I went in the opposite direction, stopping students as they came out of their classrooms and showing them his picture on my phone.Most of them shook their heads."No, I haven't seen him.""I think I saw him earlier, but I'm not sure.""Wasn't he in Professor Hale's class?""Maybe try the cafeteria."Nothing. Not a single useful answer. I was beginning to feel the frustration building again when one student finally st
MaxwellAurora had been gone ten minutes.She'd told us she was going to her locker to get a notebook, and there was nothing unusual about that. The lockers weren't far from our classroom, and she had no reason to be gone this long. Still, I kept glancing at the door every few seconds, half expecting her to walk back in complaining about how heavy her bag was.Alec noticed me looking."She's fine," he said, though he'd checked the door himself twice in the last minute."I know."Neither of us believed it enough to stop watching.Then the door opened, and a girl from the next class slipped in and made her way toward us."Hey," she said. "I saw Aurora a few minutes ago. So that you know."I sat up. "Where?""Near her locker. She was talking to Noah."The name landed like a stone dropped into still water."Noah," Alec repeated flatly.The girl nodded, oblivious to what she'd just set off, and wandered back to her seat.I felt the irritation rise before I could stop it. Of course. Noah. A
AuroraThe morning had gone better than I expected. After everything of the past few days, I had feared that returning to school would feel different, yet the familiar faces and ordinary noise of university life offered something I hadn’t realized I needed: normalcy. For a few hours I could almost forget that Richard was dead, that someone had been looking for me, and that the safety I had only recently begun to believe in might not be permanent.Alec and Maxwell were still in class when I remembered the notebook left in my locker. I had promised Professor Hale I would bring it to the next lecture and did not want to spend the afternoon explaining another forgetful moment.“I’ll be right back,” I told the twins.Maxwell barely glanced up from his phone. “Don’t get lost.”“It’s a hallway, Maxwell.”“You’d be surprised.”Alec laughed softly. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”I smiled and stepped into the corridor. I had barely made it halfway to the lockers when someone called my name.“







