ВойтиThe private island villa was pure paradise distilled—turquoise waters lapping at powdery white sands, palm fronds whispering in the breeze, and layered security that made it feel like the safest place on earth. For five glorious days, Cinthye and Damien shed the weight of their empire. The quadruplets were cocooned back at the sanctuary under Romnick’s over-the-top protection, Aiva’s digital fortress, and the crew’s relentless vigilance. This sliver of time belonged only to them. The moment their feet touched the dock, Damien swept Cinthye into his arms like they were newlyweds all over again. That first night, moonlight flooded the open-air master suite as he carried her over the threshold. He set her down slowly, green eyes burning with weeks of pent-up hunger. “I’ve waited too damn long for this,” he growled, backing her toward the massive four-poster bed with deliberate steps. Clothes became a forgotten trail across marble floors. Damien’s hands and mouth worshipped her with
The strategy meeting lasted until dawn every member of the crew attended including the accountant who still looked confused about his life choices. It's ok bro you're not alone even Cinthye doesn't know where this is all going but all she does is trust the process. The Shadow Matriarch pointed toward a photograph in a luxury resort located in a private island heavily guarded and impossible to infiltrate. "The target?" Nicholas nodded. "Volkov financial archives." "Why there?" Cinthye asks. It's not like it's bad to ask and it's free so might as well do it rather than letting herself remain oblivious. The tracker slid another file across the table. "Because Sergei keeps records." Damien's eyes narrowed. "Everything?" "Yes, everything." Nicholas added in confirmation "We're going." The answer came immediately from Cinthye. Damien closed his eyes already exhausted. "We?" "Yes, why did you think I'll sit down and relax while you risk your lives for the documents that contains
Ang paliparan ay abala, ang tunog ng mga gulong ng bagahe at malayong anunsyo ay lumilikha ng magulong backdrop sa aking mabilis na iniisip. Mahigpit kong hinawakan ang carry-on ko, nakayuko ang ulo habang ipinarada ni Cairo ang sasakyan at hinatid ako sa entrance.“Alright, Avern. You’re all set,” sabi niya, kalmado ang boses pero may kakaibang lambing na hindi karaniwan. Sandaling nagkadikit ang kamay namin—sapat lang para magkaroon ng maliit na kuryente sa akin—pero hindi ako tumingin sa kanya.“Thanks,” mutter ko nang mabilis, iniiwasan ang tingin niya. Walang ibang salita, tumakbo ako patungo sa terminal, matalas na tumutunog ang takong ko sa makintab na sahig. Hindi ko man lang nilingon pabalik.Nakatayo pa rin si Cairo, pinapanood akong umalis. May maliit na ngiti sa labi niya, kahit mapait ito. Bahagi niya ay naaaliw sa aking stubbornness—ang pangangailangan kong umalis nang walang maayos na paalam—pero ang iba pang bahagi ay nag-aalala. Kilala niya nang mabuti si Avern; alam
The private island villa was pure paradise distilled—turquoise waters lapping at powdery white sands, palm fronds whispering in the breeze, and layered security that made it feel like the safest place on earth. For five glorious days, Cinthye and Damien shed the weight of their empire. The quadruplets were cocooned back at the sanctuary under Romnick’s over-the-top protection, Aiva’s digital fortress, and the crew’s relentless vigilance. This sliver of time belonged only to them. The moment their feet touched the dock, Damien swept Cinthye into his arms like they were newlyweds all over again. That first night, moonlight flooded the open-air master suite as he carried her over the threshold. He set her down slowly, green eyes burning with weeks of pent-up hunger. “I’ve waited too damn long for this,” he growled, backing her toward the massive four-poster bed with deliberate steps. Clothes became a forgotten trail across marble floors. Damien’s hands and mouth worshipped her with
"They'll discover who ordered Cinthye's father's murder." Cinthye looked at the space, the words echoing inside her head. Damien remained silent beside her, unmoving and focused elsewhere. Because Damien's expression had become terrifying. He did not look angry or furious.Not murderous. That was the surface level feeling she sensed but Cinthye knew better than that. Deep inside Damien he was planning something. He had always been a man of a few words and Cinthye knew that better than anyone. He did not talk because he's not ready to talk. This topic was sensitive. Everything about family triggers both of them. Cinthye wished that she could grab his hand, hug and offer some support. But silence and her presence is what he needs now. Cinthye did that. She didn't want to be a distraction to him. She wanted to be his catalyst for growth. Even now she can't believe she became his wife. A year before this Cinthye was focus with her fame and reputation, mostly due to the reason she wante
For the first time all day Cinthye laughed. A real laugh. Damien stared at her and did the same thing. His laugh was rare and beautiful. The tension broke. Just a little. Nicholas burst through the archive doors out of breath and covered in dust which was becoming concerningly normal. "What now?" The tracker looked pale. Nicholas held up a folder, a newly discovered file.One hidden beneath the adoption records. One nobody had ever seen before. His voice shook. "We found the final report." "What report?" Cinthye asks. Nicholas slowly opened the file and turned it toward them. At the top sat a photograph a photograph of Alejandro Cator standing beside another man. A man everyone recognized instantly, Sergei Volkov. Young and smiling at the camera. Brothers hand written beneath the image were four words that changed everything. PROJECT PHOENIX: SUCCESSFUL SUBJECTS Standing side by side. Not enemies. Not rivals but a family. Damien slowly took the file.His eyes scanned







