تسجيل الدخولAlliyah Agustin“So you’re telling me that you managed to uncover something about Crimson, yet you don’t exactly remember being tied to them until just recently?” I asked, my voice low and measured.The air between us felt heavy, thick with tension and unspoken questions, yet neither of us dared to break away from the conversation. He told me that he had been brought here under the pretense of getting answers from me—answers that were supposedly meant to be forced out through torture—but instead, all we had been doing was exchanging information, carefully laying out pieces of the pasts as if trying to solve a puzzle that had long been shattered.It was strange, almost ironic, how things had turned out. In a situation where we were supposed to be enemies, we had somehow found ourselves on the same side.Even if we had come from completely different organizations with different histories, different loyalties, and different truths we had been raised to believe.Before any of this even b
Alexander Nicholas Astley“What else have you planned with her?” I asked, my voice measured and deliberate, cutting cleanly through the suffocating silence as I listened to the sound of his ragged breathing fill the room.Chester had been in custody for days now, yet instead of breaking him, the confinement seemed to have peeled him open, exposing every ounce of fear, desperation, and guilt he had been trying so hard to hide.It had been almost forty-eight hours since my wife was kidnapped, and every second since then had stretched unbearably, each minute sharpening the storm brewing inside me. Beyond these walls, the underground had already begun to stir, its whispers slithering through every corner of the city, growing louder and more dangerous by the hour, speaking of an inevitable war between the Crimson and the Astleys—a war that would leave nothing untouched once it began.And the worst part of it all was that I knew exactly who had set everything in motion.It was me.“I told
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.
Claire CynthI was completely out of breath as I ran toward the mansion, my lungs burning and my shoes scraping harshly against the pavement as adrenaline pushed me forward without allowing me to slow down. We had received a signal from the men stationed around the mansion that someone had broken
Philip Cynth“Ugh—!”Another violent cough tore through my chest, thick blood splattering onto the dirt beneath me. My stomach burned where one of them had struck me earlier, the pain so sharp it made my vision blur. I tried to push myself up, tried to stand, but my legs refused to cooperate. They
Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Isn’t that your tenth glass already, Alliyah?” William’s voice sounded beside me, laced with concern as he noticed me reaching for yet another drink.“Oh?” I replied after finishing it in one go, the glass clinking softly against the table. “I—I wasn’t counting.”“You should
Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI couldn’t sleep that night.No matter how many times I closed my eyes, my mind refused to rest. The room felt too quiet, too heavy, as if the walls themselves were pressing in on me. Every time I turned on the bed, the images replayed in my head—uninvited, relentless.After

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