ログインClaire Cynth“Claire, wake up… I found something,” a familiar voice called out, gently cutting through the thick haze of my sleep.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I slowly pushed myself upright, my body heavy and uncooperative as I tried to pull myself free from the lingering grip of a deep, dreamless rest. My eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light around me, and for a moment, everything felt distant, as though I were still halfway lost in whatever world I had just left behind.“Malix?” I murmured, my voice soft and unsteady, still tangled in sleep. As awareness gradually returned, I turned toward him, blinking a few more times before shifting closer. “How long was I asleep?”“Long enough to finally get some decent rest,” Malix replied with a quiet giggle, though the lightness in his tone didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was something more serious beneath it, something he wasn’t saying outright, especially as he extended his hand toward me, holding something out. “You know
Alliyah Agustin“Yes, she’s the daughter of the founder of Crimson, and now that they’re gone, she’s the one leading everything,” Chloe said, her voice laced with an unmistakable smugness that only seemed to deepen with every word she spoke.So no one was actually pretending to be Crimson the whole time; instead, they deliberately kept their identity concealed by hiding behind the name “Smiths” and spreading misleading information, making it seem like Cole or Astley was responsible for certain actions when in reality that wasn’t the case.She let out a soft, almost amused chuckle before continuing, “I even tried to protect Alexander from her clutches, but right now, if he doesn’t take back what he said, you’re the one who’s going to suffer.”I stared at her, trying to fully process what she had just admitted so casually, as if threatening someone’s safety over unreturned feelings was the most natural thing in the world. The realization settled heavily in my chest—she was genuinely wi
Alliyah AgustinKassandrah managed to take me somewhere far away—far enough that nothing felt familiar anymore. She had a private jet, and before I could even process what was happening, we had already landed in a tropical country.The air felt different the moment we stepped out, heavier somehow, like it carried secrets I wasn’t meant to uncover yet.I overheard fragments of a phone call during the flight, just enough to piece together something unsettling—that this was where most of the drug dealings were happening.Where buyers stayed hidden behind layers of anonymity, and where the real power lay in the hands of people seated in positions no one would ever suspect. It made my stomach twist, realizing I had been dragged into something far bigger than I understood.They brought me to a place I had never seen before, somewhere isolated and unnervingly quiet, but the moment we arrived, we were greeted by Chloe Wayheml.The second her eyes landed on me, I felt it—pure disgust, sharp
Claire CynthI managed to gather only fragments of information about my past, pieces that never quite fit together, no matter how hard I tried to arrange them.Everyone was gone—wiped out without a trace—but somehow, the building we once lived in still stood, almost like a silent witness to everything that had happened. Even now, I can’t shake the feeling that parts of my memory are missing, torn away by something too painful for my mind to hold onto. I believe those gaps were caused by trauma, something so overwhelming that my own thoughts chose to forget rather than remember.But despite the emptiness, there was one thing—one major truth—I managed to uncover. I’m certain now that our family once stood as part of the right hand of the Crimson Organization. We weren’t just ordinary members. We were trained to blend in, to become anyone, to gather information that others couldn’t even begin to reach. Disguises, infiltration, intelligence—we were raised in it. It was second nature.
Alexander Nicholas AstleyI could feel my grip on the steering wheel slowly loosening as my foot pressed harder against the pedal, the speed climbing dangerously close to a hundred. The engine roared beneath me, but I barely registered it—my mind was elsewhere, consumed by a single thought.Her.My wife.The only woman who had ever brought light into the darkest corners of my world. She was fragile in ways she would never admit, yet she carried herself with a strength that refused to let anyone treat her as such. She was strong, fiercely independent, and even after I dragged her into the chaos of my life, into the shadows I could never escape, she refused to be swallowed by it.Alliyah didn’t just survive in my world—she shone in it. Brighter than anything I had ever known. She made me feel things I never thought I was capable of feeling, emotions I had long buried and convinced myself I didn’t deserve.She fought for herself in ways that both terrified and amazed me. And even when
Claire CynthEveryone was already preparing for takeoff, moving with urgency as the atmosphere grew heavier by the second, and just as I was about to gather my things and join them, Boss Astley suddenly approached me, his presence alone enough to make me pause.“Claire, you will stay here,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine in a way that immediately caught me off guard.For a moment, I couldn’t process what he had just said. “B-But I want to help…I can go in disguise,” I insisted, my voice slightly unsteady as a quiet sense of being left out crept into my chest, tightening with every second he remained unmoved.Instead of responding to my plea, he simply handed me something.“You have other tasks. It’s important for Ali,” he continued in the same firm tone, placing the phone Satana had given him earlier into my hands before adding, “Stay here and check that.”I opened my mouth, ready to argue, or at least ask for an explanation, but before I could even form the words, he had
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI was practically buzzing with excitement when Alexander pulled into a drive-thru instead of heading straight home. He ordered far more than necessary—multiple sundaes, extra fries—and before I could even comment, we were already driving again, the city slowly thinning out b
Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Tell me, Malix,” I asked the moment I spotted Malix inside the living room of the estate, his presence unmistakable even from a distance. “Why does Alex hate William so much?”We had arrived home a while ago, but Alexander had only dropped me off before disappearing again wi
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI couldn’t sleep all night.No matter how many times I closed my eyes, my thoughts refused to quiet. They circled endlessly, dragging me back to the paper bag sitting on the chair across the room. Every few minutes, my gaze flicked toward it, half-hoping—half-dreading—that i
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyA few nearby guests glanced in our direction, curiosity flickering across their faces, before quickly returning to their conversations as if nothing unusual had happened. In a room like this, discretion was a survival instinct.Chester looked momentarily caught off guard. He







