LOGINDaniella slowly opened her tiny eyes as she rubbed her hands across them trying to clear way for a better vision.
It was morning already but instead of meeting the usual calm comfortable home she met an unrecognized environment. The house was too calm and the aura wasn’t really good. But I mean she’s just a child what does she know
She dragged her legs down the queen size mattress she slept on every day as her tiny feet met the cold color.
“Papa?” She called out softly as she walked out of the room using her eyes to scan the long corridor they led to the living room.
Everything felt different, usually her father would walk into the room to wake her up but this time she couldn’t even find him.
“Papa?” She called out again as she approached the living room. She found him sitting quietly, his head lowered down and his elbow resting upon his laps for support.
“Papa” she called out again this time almost like a whisper
Derrick looked up his eyes catching a glimpse of his little human standing in front of him putting on just painties he smiled staring at her
“Ohh pumpkin you’re awake” he forced himself to speak as he scoped her off the ground.
Daniella noticed, yes she was just a child but she wasn’t dumb she opened her mouth to speak when
“Derrick!”
A familiar voice from outside called their attention instantly.
Daniella's face lit up and she recognized that voice clearly.
She playfully poked her dad on the legs so he released her back to the ground.
“Uncle” she screamed as she ran outside straight into his arms embracing the young man in his late 20s.
“There you are my little star” uncle Gideon screamed as he carried Daniella from the ground.
The young man who walked in didn’t carry any energy from the previous night, he looked calm, energetic and for some reason so excited to see his niece.
Uncle Gideon was Derrick's younger brother who lives in the extreme end of the city, he has been the sweetest family member they had, especially when Emily Daniella’s mother was alive. She was always spoiling him with lots of food, taking care of him and making sure he was always welcomed whenever he came to the house.
Sometimes he would stay days in their house so relaxed and not even getting bothered to go home, uncle Gideon was a martial art trainer, he never settled down or got a wife let alone starting his own family he was just a man who enjoyed his own company and peace.
And when Daniella was born he grew so fond of her that they were inseparable. Most nights when Daniella was much younger she’d start crying and even when everyone in the house would do everything to stop her if uncle Gideon had not carried her she wouldn't stop, that’s how close their relationship was.
“What’s going on?” Gideon asked his older brother as he could see the cold look in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Derrick asked so coldly
“Can’t I come to see my family again?” Gideon queried mocking him
“What’s going on in your mind?” He asked again getting all curious
Derrick looked at him trying to hesitate but the words slipped out of his mouth.
“Some men came here last night” his voice broke
Gideon looked at him not really shocked or super but more interested
“What kind of men?” He asked this time dropping Daniella off to listen properly
“They say they want a child!”
“They say their employer needed a heart”
For a moment neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other shocked trying to process the whole thing.
Gideon threw his eyes at Daniella and then back at Derrick
“And what did you tell them?” He asked, trying to properly place the information.
“I told them to leave!”
“And they left?” He threw again
“Listen don’t you think this is some kind of joke, I mean it doesn’t even make sense” He scoffed still trying to understand the whole situation properly
“Are you sure?” He tried to drag the issue further but Derrick cut him short
“These people are real, no one would randomly walk to my door and say stuff in the middle of the night” he defended trying to maintain a calm tone so Daniella won’t notice something is wrong.
The young man stared confused without finding the right words to solve the situation, he looked lost.
“Ok listen, you need to calm down, you’re acting like the world is already over. I think you need to clear your head” Gideon smiled.
“Clear my head,How?”
“There’s a gathering tonight, you need to step out clear your head man since you lost your wife it feels like we’ve lost you too, Emily would not be happy seeing you this way” he explained further.
“Uhm… I can’t go anywhere tonight, what if something happens?” He asked, his face growing with anxiety.
“Come on man, you’re not a kid anymore” Gideon burst into laughter.
“Ok fine, and Daniella? Where would she stay? I can't stay away from her and I can’t take her to a gathering where men drink and smoke” he dragged on the argument hoping his brother would drop it.
But obviously Derrick knew his brother he’d never drop an argument. He has a way of winning everything and that one trait of his is something he admired, but in this situation he was silently praying he doesn’t use that in him tonight.
“She will be fine bro, we could leave her in the car or drop her off someone safe come on” he persuaded him more.
“Come on don’t you trust me” he pulled him harder
Of course he trusted him, this was his brother, the only person who believed in him while growing up, the only person who supported him when he wanted to get married to Emily, the only one who grew so fond of Daniella.
“Fine let’s go” he nodded slowly looking as his brother screamed
“Yes!” Jumping all over the place.
Derrick couldn’t help but laugh at his reactions.
Daniella couldn’t take her eyes off the photograph.The man standing beside her father and Thomas Harper looked painfully familiar, but she couldn’t immediately place him. He wasn’t a stranger. That was what frightened her most. Somewhere in the years she had spent searching for answers, she had seen his face before.Christian took the photograph from her and studied it carefully.“Who is he?”Evelyn remained silent.“Evelyn,” Christian said firmly. “You said he was the person your father trusted most. I need his name.”Evelyn finally looked at him.“Richard Hale.”Daniella’s stomach dropped.“No.”Christian’s expression changed.“Richard?”Evelyn nodded.“The same Richard Hale who carried you out of your father’s house the night Derrick died.”Daniella stared at the photograph.The man who had always claimed he was trying to protect her.The man who had admitted making a deal with her uncle.The man who had disappeared when they needed answers most.Richard had been there long before
The cemetery was almost empty when they arrived. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the sky dark enough for the cemetery lights to cast long shadows across the rows of graves. Daniella stood beside the car without moving, staring at the path ahead.She had avoided this place for eighteen years.Not because she had forgotten her father.Because she remembered him too well.Christian stood beside her, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. He didn’t try to force her forward. He simply waited.“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said.Daniella looked at him.“I’ve done everything alone.”“I know.”Something in those two words made her chest tighten.She looked away and started walking.Marcus remained near the car while Christian followed her. Evelyn walked several steps behind them, her face tense.Daniella eventually stopped in front of a large stone.DERRICK CRUZ.Her father’s name stared back at her.For several seconds, she couldn’t breathe.She
The black vehicle stopped several feet from them, its engine still running. For a moment, nobody moved. Daniella stood beside Christian, her eyes fixed on the passenger door as the silence around the old training house grew heavier.Then the door opened.A woman stepped out.Daniella’s breath caught.“Evelyn.”Her aunt closed the door slowly. She was dressed in dark clothes, her hair pulled back, and there was a pistol firmly held in her right hand.Christian immediately moved in front of Daniella.“Stay behind me.”Daniella barely heard him. She could not take her eyes off Evelyn.Her aunt looked at Christian, then at Marcus, and finally at Daniella. There was something different in her expression. She did not look triumphant. She did not look angry.She looked terrified.“Put the gun down,” Christian ordered.Evelyn’s fingers tightened around the weapon.“If I wanted to shoot you, Christian, I would have done it before stepping out of the car.”“That doesn’t answer my question.”“No
Silence filled the locked room.Daniella stared at the photograph in front of her, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.Her father.Thomas Harper.Samuel Reed.All standing together.Working together.Investigating the same enemy.For years, she had believed the Cruz family and the Harper family stood on opposite sides of a war. She had built her entire life around that belief. Every lesson her uncle taught her, every lie he fed her, every ounce of hatred she carried had been built on the idea that Christian’s family was connected to her father’s death.Now, another truth stood before her.Their fathers had been allies.Christian picked up the photograph again.“My father never spoke about this,” he said quietly.Samuel Reed sat down slowly in the old wooden chair.“That was intentional.”Daniella looked at him.“What do you mean?”Samuel sighed.“Your fathers agreed that if something happened to them, some secrets would die with them.”“Why?”“Because the wrong people alr
Daniella stood completely still.For twenty years, Samuel Reed had existed only as a name buried in old photographs and fragments of conversations. She had never expected to see the man himself, let alone have him appear at the very place where she had spent her childhood being trained by the man who murdered her father.Christian moved toward the window.“Stay here.”Daniella shook her head.“No.”He looked at her.“If that’s Samuel Reed, I’m going with you.”Christian studied her for a moment before nodding.Marcus moved ahead of them, weapon ready, while the others secured the room. Daniella followed Christian out of the training house and into the cold night air.The man standing beside the vehicle did not move.He was older than he had been in the photograph, his hair almost completely gray, his face marked by years of exhaustion. He wore a dark coat and held both hands where they could be seen.When his eyes landed on Daniella, something changed in his expression.He looked at h
The old training house stood in complete darkness when Daniella arrived.She remained inside the car for several seconds, staring through the windshield at the building that had once been the center of her entire childhood. Every wall held a memory she wished she could forget. Every room reminded her of the person she had been forced to become.Christian stepped out beside her and closed the car door.“You don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.”Daniella looked at him.“I’ve been ready for this since the day I found out my uncle lied to me.”Christian nodded.“Then we do it together.”Marcus and his men spread out around the property while Christian and Daniella entered through the same door they had used before.The training house was silent.Daniella switched on her flashlight and slowly walked through the corridor.She remembered being seven years old, standing in this same hallway while her uncle shouted at her because she had refused to continue training. She remembered the bru
The knock came at the door, just as Derrick had finally put Daniella to sleep, his heart froze for a moment, but he forced himself to relax. But then again his mind started to play the what if game, I mean it was past midnight who would be visiting this late. He swallowed as he heard the loud ba
“This will be your room” the older woman spoke as she pushed a door at the end of the hall way open Daniella walked in her eyes observing the entire room, she said nothing to the woman and only nodded. “Don’t you speak?” The woman asked honestly Daniella has been too quiet for her liking and it w
The night was filled with nothing but laughter, peace and joy music blasting every angel of the compound left right and center, people chatting happily and freely walking around with drinks in their hands. Ladies wore bun shorts patrolling the environment looking for men to absorb their millions.
“Stand straight. If you slouch again you’d walk out of that door and never return.” The girl behind Daniella adjusted herself immediately.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, turning her face around to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself in front of the other girls. “Sorry? Really?” another voice scof







