เข้าสู่ระบบThe gunshot cracked through the VIP room.
It wasn’t like in movies.
It didn’t sound like a dramatic bang. It sounded like something tearing the air open. Like the room itself had been punched.
Solyn’s whole body locked.
For half a second, she didn’t even blink. Her
Solyn had stopped arguing on every topic. She felt exhausted trying to prove she wasn't week. So, she decided to be calculated. If Calian wanted obedience, she would give him obedience so flawless it unsettled him.She followed every rule. Ate when food was served. Stayed within the boundaries of the mansion. Attended her workshop without complaint. No wandering. No late-night pacing. No questions about investigations.She watched the relief flicker in his eyes the first day that she didn’t push back. That was when she knew control comforted him.She would be the easiest responsibility he had ever managed. But when she sat alone in her room that night, the quiet pressed against her ribs. Eda’s face surfaced first. Then the metro, the hospital stall and lastly, it was Allen’s smile right before the lorry swallowed him.Her stomach tightened and she wanted to puke in disgust. Dots started to connect and none of it felt random anymore. The fear had edges now and every line in that shape
Solyn was in the garden when Nelson called.The air smelled like jasmine and wet soil, the kind of smell that should’ve meant peace. Instead, it made her think of the club. Of headlights. Of a smile that wouldn’t leave her head.Her phone buzzed.She answered. “Hello!”Nelson didn’t greet her. “What is wrong with you, Solyn?”She blinked. “Good morning to you too.”“This isn’t funny,” Nelson snapped. “You’re making things difficult for Calian.”Solyn’s fingers tightened around the phone. “How? How did I made anything difficult for him?”“Don’t act innocent,” Nelson said. “Do you have any idea what kind of pressure he’s under?”Solyn stared at a rosebud, tight and stubborn. “Pressure?”“Yes,” Nelson replied sharply. “You’re acting like a spoiled child.”The words hit like a slap.Solyn’s throat tightened. “I almost got shot.”Nelson paused, only for a second. Then he said, “And Calian saved you.”Solyn let out a short, bitter laugh. “So I should behave?”“Yes,” Nelson said immediately.
Calian didn’t wait for morning. He stood near the window of his bedroom, phone in hand, watching the security lights sweep across the garden like slow-moving eyes. The mansion was silent, but his mind wasn’t. It kept replaying the club. The gunshot, Solyn’s scream, Allen’s smile.And the bail record Noah had sent, which was sealed.Calian dialed.Nelson picked up on the second ring. “Calian.”“You need to answer something,” Calian said.Nelson’s tone sharpened immediately. “What is it?”“Did you ever introduce Solyn to any of your former enemies?” Nelson scoffed. “What kind of question is that?”“Answer it.”“No,” Nelson snapped. “Of course not.”Calian’s eyes narrowed. “Think harder.”“I don’t need to,” Nelson shot back. “I would never put my daughter near anyone dangerous.”Calian’s voice turned colder. “She was attacked twice.”Nelson went quiet for a moment. Then his voice dropped. “Did you find him?”“Yes.”Nelson’s breath caught. “Who?”“Allen Cook.”The silence on the line thi
Calian psuhed Solyn gently and picked his phone out from the packet. He looked at the screen and his entire posture changed.“What? Is everything okay?” Solyn asked instantly.Calian didn’t answer her but loooked at her briefly. Then he answered the call.“Yes, Noah? What's the matter?” he asked. There were murmers coming through the phone.Solyn watched his face as he listened carefully. Calian's jaw tightened slowly, his eyes narrowing with each sentence."We need to find out that name... I want to you to work on it." Calian instructed the man. When the call ended, he remained still for a moment, staring at the phone as if it had become something heavier than metal.Solyn’s stomach twisted. “What is it?”Calian looked up at her. “Allen Cook wasn’t free by accident,” he said.Solyn’s blood ran cold. “What do you mean? He wasn't any random killer?”Calian walked to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down as if he needed the stability. He motioned for her to sit too.Solyn hesi
Solyn woke up choking. Not from hands but from memory. Her body jerked upright so violently that pain shot through her shoulder, but she barely felt it. She clawed at her own throat, gasping, lungs burning as if air had become something she had to fight for. The room was dark., almost appearing safe and silent.But her heart didn’t believe any of it. She sat there for a long moment, trembling, sweat cooling against her skin, tears sliding down her cheeks without permission. The nightmare still clung to her. The lorry coming towards her. The horn blaring nonstop. The sound of metal meeting flesh. That sickening moment when Allen looked at her and smiled, as if death itself was just another way to hurt her.She pressed a hand to her mouth to stop herself from screaming.The door opened almost immediately. Calian stepped in like he had been standing outside the entire time, waiting for the sound of her panic. He didn’t ask if she was okay. He just crossed the room in two quiet strides.“
The gunshot cracked through the VIP room.It wasn’t like in movies.It didn’t sound like a dramatic bang. It sounded like something tearing the air open. Like the room itself had been punched.Solyn’s whole body locked.For half a second, she didn’t even blink. Her mind refused to understand what had happened. She only felt heat graze her cheek, so close it made her skin sting, and then a violent impact behind her as the bullet slammed into the wall.Glass exploded.A shower of tiny shards rained down.Solyn flinched hard, raising her hands to protect her face, her heart hammering so violently she thought it might break he







