ログインBlack Diamond is something you might love this Christmas.
Sarah’s POV.The world doesn’t come back all at once, like I’m being pulled up through layers of water that don’t want to let me go. I force my eyes open fully this time, and the room comes into focus. My fingers twitch first, barely, then my lashes flutter, and light slices through the darkness so sharply it almost hurts.I inhale too quickly. Pain explodes behind my eyes.“What happened?” I ask, though pieces are already coming back in flashes about gunshots, shouting, hands grabbing me, the word Black Diamond echoing like a curse.Henry comes in the room as he asks me about the Black Diamond, and about my relationship with my grandfather. I don’t remember that much so I tell everything to him.Silence stretches between us for a moment, heavy with everything we’re not saying. Black Diamond, they kept saying it was… in my head.His jaw tightens slightly, but his voice stays even. “The doctors ran a scan.”Something cold slides down my spine.“…And?”“There’s something there.”My brea
Henry’s POV.Jack stands across from my desk with posture straight. I will find out who her grandfather is? Why did he do that with Sarah? So Jack helps me some investigation works that I don’t want to do it myself directly.I don’t look up. “Talk.”“We captured one of them. Not dead yet.”Now I look up.“…Where?”“He’s in basement at interrogation room.”Good.I close the file slowly, placing it on the desk with precision.“Let’s go.”The air in the basement is colder than the rest of the house.The man is tied to a chair when I walk in. Blood stains his shirt, his head hanging low, breathing shallow but alive.I drag a chair across the floor and sit in front of him, crossing one leg over the other.“No introductions,” I say calmly. “You already know who I am.”He laughs weakly, blood slipping from the corner of his mouth. “Henry Lincoln…”I lean forward. “Who sent you?”He spits blood to the side. “You think… I’d betray—”His breathing turns ragged, panic breaking through whatever t
Sarah’s POV.I sit down beside Mila, but I can’t stay still. My fingers tap against my knees, my chest rising too fast, too light. It’s like something inside me has been locked away for so long that now it doesn’t know how to come out properly.Mila nudges me again. “Relax,” she whispers, but she’s smiling. She knows I won’t.A teacher enters the room, she wears black dress, simple but sharp. Her hair tied back clean, exposing a face that doesn’t need effort to command attention. She doesn’t introduce herself immediately. She walks past us slowly, heels quiet this time, her eyes scanning the room. She introduces herself as Ms. Elena and starts the class without wasting time. We learn basic breathing exercises first. Inhale deep from the belly, hold, then release slowly while making a soft humming sound.I close my eyes and focus only on the air moving through me.Ms. Elena calls a few girls to stand up and demonstrate. When she points at me my heart jumps but I stand anyway. Mila give
Henry’s POV.I take over Victor’s mansion and Jack drives Sarah and me back to our home. I don’t ask her why she was at Victor’s house and she also doesn’t ask me why I knew she was here and came to save her. We keep distant afterward. In the road, we keep silent in the car and Jack drives us home in peace.Morning tomorrow, I decide to organize a vocal class for maids in my house. I do it for Sarah especially, but still I let other maids attend to the class. There are so many elite people became my maids last year. Today is the first day of the year 2026, and I want to gift Sarah by the class in the new year. I head out to my office at 6:00 AM. I don’t have a day off and I don’t need it. I’m a workaholic person, and I’m tough as nail. Our company is brutal workplace. We apply 996 – 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM, 6 days a week.The office is quiet as I take a sip of coffee. I stand by the window, the first light of the year stretching thin across the horizon, pale gold bleeding into the remnant
Sarah’s POV.Victor takes me to a room in floor 2 and orders me to keep silent. After about an hour, Henry opens the door and gets in the room. Victor doesn’t lock the door and let Henry in on purpose.Henry looks at Victor, then shift to me. Victor follows his gaze and smirks, “My brother, your woman tastes good.”The words hit the air like poison, but it doesn’t hurt Henry at all.Jack moves behind Henry, cracking his knuckles. “Say the word.”Victor finally glances at Henry, amused. “You came all this way… for her?”Gunfire echoes somewhere down the hall. Some voices crackle through Henry’s earpiece that something I don’t hear clearly.“Sarah. Now,” Henry says as his voice cuts in, sharper now.I take a step forward but Victor pulls my hair from behind. I cannot move now. My heart is pounding so loud I can barely hear anything.“-MOVE!” the word leaves Henry’s mouth, then everything breaks.I drop instantly as gunfire erupts. Bullets tear through where I’m standing a second ago. Gl
Henry’s POV.How many? It has eight… no ten henchmen. They have hidden muscle, two by the bar, one is behind the pillar. Jack moves faster. A sharp crack echoes through the casino as Jack drives his elbow into the man’s throat.Snap.The man collapses before the scream fully leaves his mouth. Nikolai leans forward, resting his chin on the skull of his cane. “Well,” he says, standing up slowly from his throne, “If you don’t want to play League of Legend, then we would fight in the real world instead.”The atmosphere shifts again. I step closer to him, and my eyes narrow as his words settle in the air. I let out a slow breath, glancing at the men standing in the shadow. They are disciplined now, completely different from the team I have met earlier. I shift my gaze back to Nikolai, “I don’t have time to play with you, kid. The dead is the deal. You lose the game.”“Enough.” The voice cuts through the air like a blade.The footsteps echo across the marble floor. An old man walks forward,
Henry’s POV The snow is still falling even though today is the end of the year. I get into the car, and Jack drives me to the Starlight Sands Casino. This is the biggest deal of the year, so I have to go by myself. If I can sign this contract, my company will be able to trade on the Silk Road in th
Sarah’s POV. I frown as I see that the bullet leaps from the trigger appear weird. It's more like a syringe piercing into his flesh. After all, he rolls his eyes and gradually goes into a dead faint. Mrs. Lincoln presses the red button on his wheelchair, causing the system to shut off. All his wolf-
Henry’s POV. My heart skips a beat when I see Sarah. She is alive. She's still alive. Despite having my body restrained, I aim to get closer to her. I'd like to touch her. I want to make sure that this is not a dream. One buff man kicks my knee, forcing me to fall down to the ground. "Stay the fuck
Sarah’s POV. "Henry! Henry! Come on over here! I say, gesturing beneath the table. Henry rushes towards my side. With his hair falling over his ears and his gloomy eyes are staring at me, he appears to be thirteen years old. He crawls down to the table, and I cover him with the table sheet. Wait, w







