LOGINTwenty minutes later, Dominic entered the dining room.Most of the men were already there, drinking their coffee and eating their breakfast that the staff has prepared for them.The familiar sound of conversation, life returning to normal.Enzo looked up first."There he is." He drawled as he placed down his cup of coffee.Antonio immediately pointed."Blackstone’s escaped patient."Dominic sat down and glowered at them."I was cleared." Dominic snapped lightly."I don’t think so." Enzo answered."Mostly cleared.""Think again, boss.""Partially cleared." Dominic finally scoffed with a scowl.Antonio nodded with a grin."There it is." He said and laughter spread around the table.Sebastian shook his head."All I can say, Althea's influence is terrifying." He chuckled as he leaned back on his chair and reached for his coffee. “I don’t want to cross her when she’s in a mood.”"Agree on that."The doors opened and they turned and saw Michael entered with August following behind.The fath
Dominic woke slowly the following day.For the first time in weeks, there was no pain sharp enough to pull him from sleep.Only warmth and peace.Only Althea.He looked down and saw her curled against his side, one arm draped across his chest, her hair spread across the pillow. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting soft gold across the room.For a long moment, Dominic just simply watched her.No Axis.No bloodlines.No hidden vaults.No enemies.Just this.Just her.His wife.The woman he had almost lost.The woman who had nearly lost him.Althea stirred slightly."You're staring again." She murmured as she snuggled closer to him."You’re supposed to be sleeping.” He teased with a smile."I can feel you staring." She answered as she finally opened her eyes, looking sleepy and beautiful. As well as entirely too perceptive. "You do it often.""I like looking at you." Dominic responded.That statement immediately ruined whatever complaint she had prepared.A smile tugg
The library finally grew quiet late in the evening.For the past hours, the room had been filled with maps, blueprints, theories, and questions.Questions about the hidden level beneath the Valtieri estate, about Alessandro, the Axis that seemed to lead to new questions every time they will find an answer.Now, however, the corridors of the estate had fallen silent.The grandfather clock chimed softly within the halls of Blackstone.Midnight had come and gone and everyone had retired for the evening.Everyone had retired for the evening.Nicholas, who begged to stay a little longer with them, had eventually fallen asleep on a couch in the library after exhausting himself by pointing out inconsistencies in century-old architectural plans before his nanny took him to his room.Dominic still couldn't decide whether he found that amusing or terrifying.Perhaps both.The image lingered in his mind as he and Althea walked slowly through the quiet halls toward their bedroom.Neither spoke.N
Three weeks after returning from the Axis Core, Blackstone had finally settled into a rhythm of recovery, routine and normalcy.Or at least their version of normal.The wounded men were healing and operations had resumed.Security protocols were returning to standard levels, Helena’s own men had already withdrawn as well as August and Michael, who went back for a while to Devereaux Medical Complex to check on their estate.Dominic had finally been granted limited freedom from Althea's recovery restrictions.Limited being the important word.Very limited."You're staring, again."Dominic didn't look up from the report in his hand."I'm reading." He responded calmly."No." Althea retorted as she walked into his office carrying coffee. "You're thinking."Dominic looked up and gave her a smile as he accepted the cup."I'm capable of doing both." He explained gently.She raised an eyebrow."Not according to your medical file.""I regret teaching you how to weaponize medical terminology." Do
"I was afraid." Dominic blinked when she repeated her answer. Seraphina Aragon Valtieri feared almost nothing. Yet her voice didn't waver. "I watched what happened to your Uncle Luca." She finally continued slowly. "I watched obsession destroy him." The room grew quiet. "To be honest, your uncle wasn't evil, Dominic." She continued and Dominic could not hide his surprise at the statement. "He loved your father, more than anyone realized." Seraphina looked toward the fire. "Their relationship was complicated. Two sons born just a few years apart." She said patiently. A sad smile appeared. “It was competitive, frustrating and loud. But they loved each other." Dominic decided to listen instead of arguing or asking, because for the first time, something in her tone told him these were memories she rarely shared. Something he had never heard her do since Alessandro was murdered. "Luca wasn't born wanting power." She continued quietly. "He wanted purpose. He believed the
Two weeks. That was what Althea said but Dominic still finds himself recovering. According to Dominic, he had recovered eleven days ago. Today is now his eighteenth day of recovery. However, according to everyone else in Blackstone, neither opinion mattered because Dr. Althea Johnson Valtieri had already made her ruling. And no one, not even Dominic Valtieri, the head of Blackstone could argue with her rulings for long. At least not successfully. "Papa." Dominic, sitting on his bed, looked up from the report he was pretending to read, third day of recovering from his injuries. He saw Nicholas standing in the doorway. Nicholas stood with hands on his hips, looking very serious and determined. Far too much like both his parents. "Yes, Nico?” Dominic asked calmly as he placed the report on his bedside table. Nicholas marched into the room. "You cheated, Papa." He commented seriously. Dominic frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He responded pa
Dominic Valtieri entered his office just as the sun cut through the high-rise blinds, slicing thin bands of gold across his polished desk. The city below hummed with its usual rhythm, but up here, in his corner office on the forty-third floor of the Valtieri Tower, the world felt heavy, charged, an
Althea found Michael in the dimly lit lab lounge. He greeted her when she entered and sat across from him.The hum of AURELIA’s diagnostics from the nearby testing room was a low, persistent reminder that the world outside the island still existed but here, now, it was just the two of them.“Had a
That night, Althea slipped out to the veranda overlooking the sea. The night breeze lifted her hair, cooling the sweat still clinging to her skin. She didn’t even remember walking there, one moment she had been staring blankly at her lab notes, the next her feet were carrying her outside, to the on
The grape sat on the metal table beneath the surgical lights—not a patient, not a simulation, just a fragile sphere of skin and pulp.“A grape?!” Michael asked in disbelief as they finally decided to start the trial of AURELIA. He looked at the two women in front of him. “All this tech and our firs







