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Homecoming

Author: Lisa
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-07 00:28:06

The ride home was long and quiet. The car moved smoothly through the wide streets, but Isabella barely noticed the view outside. Her mind was far away.

She leaned her head against the cool glass window and stared blankly as trees and houses flashed by. Every heartbeat felt louder than the hum of the engine.

Her mother was alive.

The thought still didn’t feel real. It kept circling her mind like a soft whisper that refused to fade. She pressed her fingers lightly to her lips, a small, trembling
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  • His Unwanted Witness    first morning

    The sun had just begun to rise, spilling gold across the estate’s gardens. Birds called softly from the trees, and a gentle breeze carried the faint scent of flowers through the open windows. The morning felt light, unhurried, full of quiet possibility.Alessandro appeared at the breakfast table first, a small smile on his lips. His eyes held the calm authority that always seemed to ground those around him. Behind him, carrying a tray of fresh fruit and pastries, was a hint of excitement in his step.“Come on,” he said, voice warm but firm. “I have something for you both.”Isadora and Isabella exchanged curious glances. Isabella tilted her head, suspicion softening into intrigue. “Something?” she asked.“Yes,” Alessandro replied, offering a hand to each of them. “Something you’ve been waiting for a long time.”The girls followed him through the halls, their bare feet whispering against polished floors. The estate felt even more alive this morning, filled with a kind of quiet energy, a

  • His Unwanted Witness    Homecoming

    The car rolled to a stop inside the estate’s driveway, its tires crunching softly on the gravel. Night had begun to fade into early dawn, painting the sky in muted gray streaks. The lights of the estate glimmered faintly, reflecting off wet surfaces, as if the world itself waited in anticipation.Isabella was already in the parking lot. She had been pacing, eyes sharp, every sound from the driveway twisting her chest tighter with worry. Her gaze locked on the approaching vehicle, and when she saw it, her breath caught.Lilian and Sophia emerged from the house moments later, alerted by movement and instinct. They moved quickly, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern.The car door opened, and Isadora stepped out first. Her posture was careful, but her eyes immediately sought Isabella.The moment Isabella saw her twin, she broke forward. Tears fell freely, glinting in the dim light. She wrapped her arms around Isadora, holding her as if she could anchor her to the world and

  • His Unwanted Witness    libration

    Alessandro’s eyes never wavered from Lorenzo.“Go to hell,” he said, voice cold, final.He fired. The first shot tore through Lorenzo’s shoulder. Blood spattered, bright against dark clothing. Lorenzo staggered back, clutching the wound.“Alessandro—” he rasped, disbelief cracking his voice.“Go. To. Hell.” Alessandro fired again, precise, deliberate.Each shot was measured. Each shot ended Lorenzo’s struggle. The man collapsed to the floor, chest erupting in red, his eyes wide with shock and fury. Blood pooled quickly beneath him.Alina froze. She had been hiding in a shadowed corner, pressed against the wall, body tense. Her hands clutched the fabric of her uniform, nails digging into her palms. She held her breath, refusing to blink, afraid that if she moved, the same fate would reach her.The room fell deathly silent except for the faint, uneven sound of breathing.Alessandro lowered his weapon and exhaled slowly. His gaze swept the room, sharp and commanding. “Move,” he ordered,

  • His Unwanted Witness    Sea Insertion

    Black water stretched beneath a low sky, broken only by the silent cut of hulls moving without lights. Cold air carried salt and damp, sharp against skin. Clouds smothered the moon, leaving the ocean wrapped in shadow.That darkness was deliberate.Three vessels moved in loose alignment, spaced to appear unconnected, guided only by hand signals and timing. Engines were suppressed to a low hum. No wake was allowed to rise high enough to betray movement. Every decision had been measured long before this night.On the lead vessel, Alessandro stood at the bow.He did not sit.He did not rest.He observed.His stance was steady, weight balanced, hands relaxed near his sides. Wind pulled lightly at his jacket, but he did not adjust it. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon where land waited unseen.Behind him, his men were quiet.Dark gear clung close to their frames. Weapons were secured. Radios were locked to one channel. Breathing stayed slow and controlled. No one spoke unless required

  • His Unwanted Witness    The Route Confirmed

    Morning settled heavily over Alessandro’s compound.The kind of morning that pressed down on stone and steel alike, as if the day itself understood what was about to unfold.Pale light filtered through the high, narrow windows of the briefing room, cutting clean lines across dark wood floors and reinforced walls. Dust motes hung briefly in the air before sinking again, undisturbed. Outside, the estate functioned in silence—guards rotating posts, vehicles idling at a distance, weapons crates being moved without instruction.Inside the room, everything had already been prepared.Alessandro stood at the center of it all.His jacket was on. Cuffs buttoned. Collar straight. Not a crease out of place. He looked as he always did when decisions were no longer theoretical—controlled, contained, lethal in his stillness.The table before him was massive, custom-built, its surface completely overtaken by intelligence. Satellite images overlapped maritime charts. Shipping manifests were clipped ne

  • His Unwanted Witness    Amelia Nearly Taken

    Morning began with an unfamiliar sound.Not the usual quiet steps in the corridor. Not the soft clink of trays. This sound was heavier. Ordered. Multiple boots moving in rhythm, stopping just outside Isadora’s door.Isadora woke instantly.Her body reacted before thought. She sat up, heart sharp in her chest, eyes already on the door. The room was still dim. Pale light pressed through the curtains, weak and uncertain.She listened.Voices murmured outside. Low. Controlled.Not arguing.That was worse.She slid out of bed without making a sound and crossed the room slowly. Every step was careful. Measured. She placed her hand against the door, feeling the faint vibration of movement on the other side.Someone knocked.Once.Firm.“Isadora,” a man said. “Open the door.”She did not answer immediately.She inhaled once, steadying herself, then opened it halfway.Two guards stood outside. Not the usual ones. These wore darker uniforms. No weapons visible, but their posture said enough.“W

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