Chapter 0032 CHAOTIC LOVE RYAN, No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t understand why she kept going back to him. Was it love? Fear? Some twisted obligation? Every time I thought Elena was ready to leave, she slipped right back into Jonathan’s grasp. It didn’t make sense. I knew I shouldn’t get involved, but I needed to understand. I needed to know if the rumors about Jonathan were true—if he was more than what the family thought he was. A betrayal who had left without a trace. I needed to know more. I wanted to get close to her before confronting her about it, but now I had lost my chance. Even when I had begged her to leave Evan, she just shook her head and told me I didn’t understand. And maybe she was right. I didn’t. But I was about to. I was on my way back home. I had been out for too long when my phone buzzed. It was my father. He never called me unless it was something important—or something bad. Previously, he had called because of Emily, but why was he calling n
Chapter 0033THE POINT OF NO RETURNEVAN,The only sound in the room was my own breathing—ragged, uneven. My fists curled and uncurled at my sides as I glared at Elena. Her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine, brimming with the same fear she always had. The same damn fear.I was sick of it.“I am so fucking tired of you always doing this,” I spat, pacing in front of her. My pulse pounded against my skull, rage curling through my veins like wildfire. “You lied to me. Again.”Ryan had been in our house the day she caught me with another woman. He had been texting her. They had to be involved in something.She flinched at the venom in my voice, but I didn’t care.“It’s not what you think, Evan," she whispered, desperate. "I love you. I would never leave you.”I barked out a laugh, stepping closer, cornering her against the wall. “How many times, Elena?” My voice dropped, dangerously low. “How many times are you going to make a fool out of me?”She shook her head, her lips trembling a
Chapter 0034THE SEARCH..RYAN,I hadn’t slept in days. After what I saw at Elena’s house, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether she was alive or if I was already too late. I had called the one person who could find answers for me.He promised to get back to me.He hadn’t.The world blurred around me, a haze of exhaustion, frustration, and desperation. Every hour without her felt like another step closer to losing her forever. I wanted to believe she was alive, but something in my chest told me otherwise—an ache, a suffocating weight that wouldn’t ease. It pressed against my ribs, coiled around my throat, and refused to let go.One moment, she had been here. And then—nothing. No calls. No messages. No trace of where she had gone or who had taken her. I had chased every lead, called in every favor, scoured every possible place she could have been. But every road led to a dead end. Every whispered rumor, every frantic inquiry brought me no closer to her.Then, my phone rang.I nearly d
Chapter 0035 THE EDGE OF ESCAPE RYAN, The hospital loomed in the darkness, its cold, sterile walls bathed in dim yellow light. It stood quiet, almost lifeless, except for the occasional movement behind the glass. Security was heavier than expected—guards at the entrance, more stationed inside. Who needed this much security for a hospital? Someone trying to keep a secret. Someone trying to keep her hidden. I adjusted the janitor’s uniform, the fabric stiff and slightly loose around my frame. It smelled like sweat and bleach, but it would get me where I needed to go. I gripped the mop handle tighter, pushing the cleaning cart forward. My heart pounded with each step. Stay calm. Act like you belong. Inside, the corridors stretched long and empty, except for a few night-shift nurses walking briskly between rooms. The air was thick with antiseptic and something else—something heavier, like fear. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, casting eerie shadows along the walls. I s
Chapter 0036 IT’S NOT OVER… RYAN The gun felt heavy in my hands. My finger hovered over the trigger, sweat beading at my temple, my breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. Across from me, Evan stood motionless, his expression almost bored, as if he had already won. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth where I had struck him, but the smirk on his face hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown. He didn’t believe I would do it. And maybe—maybe he was right. My muscles trembled, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. My thoughts screamed at me to pull the trigger, to end this now, to put him down before he could hurt her again. Every instinct in my body urged me forward, but something deep inside me hesitated. And in that single second—Evan moved. It happened too fast. A sudden, vicious lunge, faster than I expected. His hand clamped onto my wrist and twisted hard. White-hot pain shot through my injured shoulder. My grip faltered—just enough. The gun was gone. Before I
CHAPTER 0037 NOWHERE TO RUN ELENA, Pain. It was the first thing I felt. A deep, searing ache that pulsed through my body, burrowing into my bones. Every nerve screamed in protest, dragging me between the suffocating grasp of unconsciousness and the cruel reality of wakefulness. There was no in-between, no escape—just raw, unrelenting agony. The air was stale, thick with the scent of old fabric and something sharper, more metallic. Blood. My blood. A dull, sticky warmth clung to my skin, and when I forced my eyes open, the ceiling above me came into view—stained yellow with water damage, cracks spreading across its surface like fractured veins. The room was small, suffocating. Shadows loomed in the corners, pressing in. The sheets beneath me were rough, grating against the raw wounds on my body, their touch a cruel reminder of everything I had survived. I tried to move. A white-hot pain slashed through my side, stealing my breath. A strangled whimper slipped past my lips befor
CHAPTER 38THE PLANELENA,The room felt too small, too heavy with the weight of everything that had happened and everything that still lay ahead. The silence wrapped itself around me, pressing into my skin, suffocating me with its intensity. The faint hum of the air conditioner was the only sound, and it did nothing to settle the storm inside me. Ryan’s hand gripped mine, firm, warm—his touch a lifeline, but even his presence couldn’t dull the ache gnawing at me from the inside.The decision had been made. There was no going back now. And yet, the consequences of it stretched out before me, like a dark chasm, and I couldn’t see the other side. I couldn’t breathe.The pain in my chest wasn’t from the gunshot wound. It wasn’t from the physical injuries Evan had left me with. No. This was a different kind of agony—a deeper kind of loss, one that went to the very core of who I was. Betrayal, broken dreams, and the wreckage of a future I’d never have.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to bl
CHAPTER 0039 THE PRICE OF ESCAPE ELENA, The next few hours passed in a blur, a series of fragmented thoughts and rushed decisions. My body moved on autopilot, going through the motions of preparation, but my mind—my mind was far away. It kept circling back to one thing: the irreversible choice I’d made. A choice that would erase me from the lives of everyone I had ever known. A choice that would sever the last ties I had to a life before Evan. A life before Ryan. I felt the cold grip of fear tighten around my chest, but underneath it, there was something else—a flicker of hope. A desperate, fragile hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the only way out. Maybe if I disappeared, I could finally be free. Maybe I could start over, rebuild myself from the wreckage Evan had left behind. Ryan kept his promise. He was here, with me, and he had already made arrangements. The people he knew—the ones who could make me disappear—were meticulous. The plan was airtight. Every detail had been a
Chapter 96 FAMILY COURTELENAI never thought I’d set foot in a courtroom again—not after everything I’d been through. But there I was, seated beside Ryan in a cold, echoing chamber that reeked of perfume, arrogance, and rehearsed lies. The polished wood, the artificial light, the judge’s impassive gaze—it all felt like a twisted theater where the truth was only allowed to speak if it wore the right suit.Sasha sat across from me, her strawberry-blonde hair curled to perfection, lips painted in the shade of deception. And Jason—God, Jason—looked smug in his tailored suit, his arm draped behind Sasha as if they were some power couple instead of the pair of vipers they truly were.They weren’t here for justice. They were here to humiliate me.To ruin me.To steal something that never even existed.The judge called the session to order, and I swallowed the dry lump in my throat. My palms were sweaty, but Ryan reached over and held my hand beneath the table, grounding me. His thumb brush
Chapter 95THE MASK FALLSELENAThe house looked different in the daylight. Smaller. Less imposing. But it still held ghosts.My heels clicked against the marble as I stepped into my childhood home. It had been years since I’d last stood inside these walls, and yet the scent of roses and old secrets hadn’t changed. The antique grandfather clock ticked steadily in the hallway, echoing like a countdown.Ryan lingered in the foyer, silent but close. I hadn’t asked him to come. He came anyway. And I needed that—needed him near in case I shattered.“My lady,” the butler said as he approached, eyes wide in surprise. “You’re… you’re here to see Mrs. Sinclair?”“She’s not a Sinclair,” I said, coldly. “She never was.”He swallowed hard and led us to the sunroom.There she was.Lounging in a cream sweater, pale as porcelain, her hair swept back into a tight chignon, sipping Earl Grey like it was any other Wednesday. My stepmother—Caroline.“Elena,” she said warmly, standing as if she’d been wai
Chapter 94UNCLE'S OFFERELENAThe press conference was televised live. Every major network covered it—New York Post, Sinclair Daily, even Morning Sunrise. It wasn’t just a statement. It was a performance.Jonathan Sinclair stood at the podium, flanked by two security guards and a wall of glistening flags behind him. The backdrop of the Sinclair Tower added to the spectacle. His silver hair was impeccably combed back, his bespoke charcoal suit flawless, and his voice—steady, calculated—commanded the room.“To the public, to our shareholders, and most importantly, to my beloved niece, Elena…” His voice dipped lower. “I offer not just an apology, but a promise.”I watched from the living room couch, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. Ryan stood behind me, pacing like a caged wolf.“I have made grave mistakes,” Jonathan continued. “The death hoax, the manipulation—it ends now. I was a desperate man trying to protect this empire, but in doing so, I forgot what truly matte
Chapter 93THE SILENCE BETWEEN USELENA,The hospital wing was too quiet. Not peaceful—never that—but sterile in a way that felt false. The kind of silence that clung to your skin, made your heartbeat echo like a warning, made every step feel too loud. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming a nervous tune, casting sharp shadows on the linoleum floor as I moved slowly down the corridor, my boots clicking like accusations.Everyone had told me not to come.“She’s dangerous, Elena.”“You don’t know if she’s still under Jonathan’s control.”“Let Adrian handle it.”But they didn’t understand.I had to see her.Not for revenge. Not for answers.For closure.Evelyn had once been my closest friend. My confidante. My shadow. The one who brushed my hair back after surgeries, who whispered comfort into the void when I forgot who I was. When I’d lost everything—my sight, my freedom, my sense of self—Evelyn had stayed.Until she didn’t.Until she betrayed me.She had lied to me. Lied so beaut
Chapter 92SAFE ISN’T SAFEELENA, The silence in the safehouse was deceptive. Too perfect. Too still.Even the wind, which howled outside like some long-forgotten spirit, couldn’t penetrate the oppressive quiet that pressed against the walls. I sat upright in bed, every sense on edge. The floor beneath me vibrated with the faintest creaks, the kind old houses made as they settled into themselves—but this wasn’t just an old house. This was supposed to be a fortress. Hidden. Secure. Untouchable.Yet my pulse said otherwise.I pressed a hand against my stomach. The baby—just a whisper of life—rested within me, and already, my instincts were sharper. Louder. Every inch of me screamed that something was wrong. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt watched. Hunted. Like prey in a cage disguised as safety.I slipped on a hoodie, not bothering with shoes, and crept out of the room. The hallway yawned before me, long and dimly lit by a single emergency bulb hanging above. Shadows danced along the
Chapter 91Womb & WarELENA,The weight of the test in my hand was like the weight of the world. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The moment the two pink lines appeared, my vision blurred. I stared at the small strip, numb to the tremor in my fingers, unable to process what it meant.Pregnant.A child.My first instinct was to panic. A baby meant vulnerability—something I couldn’t afford. It meant ties to this world, to Ryan, to the monstrous family that still lurked in the shadows. It meant another complication I didn’t need. But then, amidst the panic, something else stirred—something deeper, something softer. A flutter of hope, or was it dread disguised as it?I pressed the back of my hand to my lips, feeling the burn of unshed tears in my eyes. How could this happen now? How could I possibly bring a child into this chaos, this war?I sank back onto the edge of the bathroom sink, my breath coming in shallow bursts. The darkness outside the window seemed to press in closer, the c
Chapter 90Blood Oaths & BusinessRYAN'SThe boardroom smelled like power—aged mahogany, expensive cologne, and the unspoken stench of betrayal. Ryan stood at the head of the long glass table, every eye on him, most of them cold and calculating. His hands gripped the back of the chair in front of him, knuckles pale against the leather. The Sinclair name was stitched into every corner of this room, from the monogrammed coasters to the gold-embossed folders. But so was the rot his uncle left behind.“I know Jonathan is still pulling strings,” Ryan said, voice calm, controlled. “And I’m done pretending otherwise.”Silence. A single cough from the far end. Then Mr. Caldwell, the CFO, adjusted his tie and narrowed his eyes. “That’s a serious accusation, Mr. Sinclair.”“It’s not an accusation. It’s a statement of fact.”He slid a thin folder across the table. Inside were photos—grainy but clear enough—of Jonathan Sinclair walking into a private residence just weeks ago. Beneath that, survei
Chapter 89The Ghost in Her EyesELENA,The silence after the video ended was louder than any scream. It settled over the room like dust in a tomb—heavy, stale, suffocating. Not even the steady hum of the old cabin's heater could cut through it. All I could hear was the phantom echo of Jonathan's voice: "My perfect heir." The words played on loop, like a dirge inside my skull.Ryan didn’t let go of my hand. His grip was firm, tethering me to the present, but my mind was already unraveling, pulling threads I didn’t know were loose. That girl—the one with eyes like mine and Jonathan’s sharp, predatory posture—she couldn’t be mine. That wasn’t possible. I would have remembered. I would have felt something. Wouldn’t I?But I didn’t. I didn’t remember a pregnancy. I didn’t remember holding a baby. I didn’t remember her.I wasn’t even sure I remembered me.“She looks like him,” I whispered, my voice hollow. “But… there’s something in her eyes. Something I know.”Ryan didn’t respond immediat
Chapter 88Fractures & FlashbacksELENA,The safehouse was too quiet.Nestled deep in the Catskill Mountains, this secluded cabin had been chosen for its obscurity, but all I felt was the suffocating silence that wrapped around me like a shroud. I stood by the frosted window, staring out at the moonlit outline of pine trees. Somewhere, far in the woods, an owl hooted, but I didn’t flinch. I was beyond flinching now.Behind me, the crackling fire in the hearth offered warmth, but it was a false comfort, unable to reach the cold, stillness that had settled deep in my bones. My hands rested on my stomach—flat, still secret. I hadn’t told Ryan yet. I wasn’t even sure if I could.Ryan.He was pacing in the living room, sharp, calculated steps echoing in the stillness. He hadn’t slept in two days, not since we fled the burning hideout. His appearance was a far cry from the immaculate man I had once known. His shirt was half-buttoned, sleeves rolled up in haste, and his hair was a wild mess