THIRD PERSON POVKyla walked into Scar’s office and stood silently in front of his desk with her arms crossed. Her clothes were rumpled and stained from the act to look like she had barely survived. Scar looked up from the file he was reading, and for a moment, genuine shock flickered across his face.But it vanished quickly, replaced by a cold fury.“Kyla. Where the hell have you been?” he snapped, rising halfway from his seat.Then, catching himself, he sank back down and exhaled slowly. His voice was low and measured. “Do you have the stamp?”Kyla blinked at him. “Wow,” she said flatly. “Not even a ‘are you okay’? Or ‘glad you’re not dead’?”Scar raised a brow. “Do you have the stamp, Kyla?”She shook her head. “No.”The sound of Scar’s palm slamming against the table cracked through the room.“What do you mean no?” he barked. “Where the fuck have you been then?”Kyla inhaled, slow and heavily. “That’s what I am trying to tell you. I got kidnapped.”Scar’s eyes narrowed but he did
THIRD PERSON POV Before anyone could fully process the weight of Astor’s announcement, Silver stood up. The sharp sound of her hand against his face echoed through the lounge. Astor’s head jerked slightly from the force, but he didn’t react. His posture remained composed, even as the sting bloomed across his cheek. “How dare you?” Silver’s voice trembled, not with weakness, but fury restrained just enough to keep her from going crazy. “Where… where on earth, did you find the audacity to bring him in here? Weren’t your actions back then enough? Are you trying to fucking destroy me?” Her chest rose and fell as silence swept across the room. For Ronald, the entire moment felt like a familiar memory from the past. Like he was a kid again, watching his parents tear each other apart in rooms just like this. He had always known his father once had a mistress, but he’d never imagined a child came from it. And Silver, his mother, had once grown so sick, so fragile that at a point,
THIRD PERSON POV Kyla walked up to Jules and stopped beside him. Her arms folded loosely as she glanced at his profile. He was calm but tensed, like a storm brewed beneath his skull.“What are you thinking about?” she asked, in a low voice.Jules didn’t look at her right away. His eyes stayed fixed on something invisible in the distance, as though the thoughts in his head were heavier than the world around him.“I want to end every fucking thing,” he said finally. “Whoever the boss is, I don’t care. I want him gone. I don’t care if I have to die to do it.”Kyla let out a slow breath and tilted her head back, her eyes tracing the metal patterns on the ceiling. It was old, worn, and oddly familiar.“Do you mean that?” she asked.Jules turned to face her. His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.“Well, I’m already dead,” he said.Kyla didn’t look away. Something flickered in his eyes, something she had not seen in years but had never truly forgotten. His pain
THIRD PERSON POVJeffrey stepped into Ronald’s office just after sunrise, the city still wrapped in early morning silence. The building was quiet, most of the staff not yet in, and the light filtering through the tall windows gave the office a cool, muted glow.He had only managed a cup of coffee with little food and no sleep. His mind had refused to rest for even a second.There was no use calling Kyla, he knew exactly where her phone was. And Ronald… he couldn't bring himself to face Ronald. Not after everything that had happened that night. Not after the accusations, and the fury in his eyes for something he had no idea about.Thankfully, Ronald had a meeting with his father this morning. That would buy Jeffrey some time. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with it, but standing still wasn’t helping.The wedding was in three days. Whatever this mess was building up to, he hoped desperately, that Kyla knew what she was doing.He let out a slow breath as he walked further into the
THIRD PERSON POV Jules held the burner phone tightly against his ear, his tone was calm and intentional.“We have Kyla,” he said.There was a pause.“Listen very carefully. Don’t try to look for her. Don’t make a fuss about it either. And most importantly…” He glanced toward Kyla, still tied to the chair across the room. “Ensure that the wedding preparations go on as planned.”With that, he ended the call and dropped the phone onto the metal table beside him. Then he raised his hand in the air with a flourish, like a magician completing a trick.“See?” he said with a satisfied smirk. “All done.”Across the room, Kyla sat still in the chair, her body was stiff but her eyes remained sharp.She shook her head slowly, a mixture of disbelief and irritation swimming in her gaze. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”Jules turned back toward her, his jaw tightening slightly. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he said. “I’m taking everything from Scar. One piece at a time.”Kyla's voice was ca
JEFFREY I stood in Kyla’s apartment for the first time without her in it, and it felt wrong. It was still and quiet.She was the kind of person who noticed if any object was slightly out of place. Her space reflected that, every corner was neat, clean and intentional. But tonight, it felt like walking through a memory, her absence felt like a warning.The words echoed in my head again, that cold voice from the call- “We have Kyla.”I walked slowly through the lounge, my eyes scanning the room for anything. Anything at all that might hint at where she was or why someone would take her.What the hell did they want from her?I kept thinking about Ronald, too. His distance, his silence, the way he looked at me like I’d become part of the problem. Like I had any answers to what the fuck was going on.I moved toward the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter. I didn’t even hesitate. I was starting to hate how easily I reached for alcohol these days, but without it, I didn’t