LOGINDaniella 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 lights went out.Daniella froze.For a few seconds, the abandoned hospital disappeared into complete darkness. She could hear Evelyn breathing beside her, Christian shifting his position in front of them, and somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of footsteps moving through the corridor.“Don’t move,” Christian whispered.Daniella tightened her grip on the photograph.Someone was still inside the hospital.Someone who knew they were there.Someone who knew about the letter.A metallic click came from the hallway.Christian raised his weapon.“Show yourself.”No answer.Then a shadow moved across the doorway.Christian fired.The muzzle flash briefly illuminated the corridor, but whoever had been there was already gone.“Christian,” Daniella whispered.“I’m here.”She reached for his hand and found it.Evelyn was still crouched beside the wall, pressing her injured shoulder.Daniella looked down at the photograph.The man standing behind her father and uncle was still there, f
The gunshot shattered the room.Christian reacted instantly, throwing himself over Daniella as another bullet tore through the wall behind them. Glass from the broken window scattered across the floor, and Evelyn cried out as she fell against the old cabinet.“Stay down!” Christian shouted.Daniella’s heart hammered against her ribs. She pressed herself against the floor, barely breathing as another shot echoed somewhere outside.Then she heard Marcus shouting from the corridor.“Move! They’re on the east side!”Gunfire answered him.Christian lifted his head slightly, listening.“Marcus has them distracted.”Daniella looked across the room.Evelyn was lying on the floor, one hand pressed against her shoulder. Blood seeped between her fingers.“Aunt Evelyn.”Daniella started toward her.Christian caught her wrist.“Wait.”“She’s bleeding.”“I know. But we don’t know if there’s another shooter inside.”Daniella looked toward the doorway.Nothing moved.She pulled her wrist free.“We ca
Daniella stared at the message on her phone for several seconds without moving.The location Evelyn had sent was one she knew too well.The old hospital.Her fingers tightened around the phone as memories she had spent years trying to bury began forcing their way back into her mind. White walls. Harsh lights. The smell of blood and disinfectant. Her father’s voice. Her uncle’s arms around her small body. And the sound of a gunshot that had divided her childhood into a before and an after.Evelyn had asked her to come there.After everything Daniella had discovered, she knew better than to believe it was a simple meeting.Christian sat beside her in the car, watching her carefully. He reached for the phone and read the message.“You’re not going alone,” he said.Daniella looked at him. “I wasn’t planning to.”“You were thinking about it.”She sighed. “Maybe.”Christian handed the phone back.“Daniella.”“I know.”“No, you don’t.” His voice was calm, but there was something wounded bene
Daniella stared at the name on the letter until the words blurred before her eyes. Evelyn Cruz. Her aunt. Her father’s sister. The woman who had appeared after all these years claiming she had tried to protect Daniella and had witnessed the aftermath of Derrick’s murder. The woman who had given them information about her uncle and helped them understand pieces of the past. Now her father’s own handwriting was telling her not to trust her.Christian took the letter from Daniella and read the final sentence again. His expression became unreadable. “We don’t accuse her yet.”Daniella looked at him. “You think my father was wrong?”“No. I think we need to understand why he wrote this before we decide what Evelyn actually did.”“She knew about my uncle. She knew about the man he called Victor. She knew about the night my father died. She knew I was being trained. How much more do we need?”“Proof,” Christian answered quietly.Daniella looked away. He was right. She had spent too many years
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.
The door knob twisted sideways, Daniella froze, for a moment she felt her entire world crumbling right in front of her, the job hadn't even started yet and now she was going to be caught holy father. How did she not hear his car coming in? And just then her instinct kicked in, her brain acting fas
Daniella 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 s
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







