Mag-log inHaileyThe silence in the study was so thick it felt like I was breathing in ash. I stood in the doorway, my hand still gripping the cold brass handle, watching the man I loved crumble into the shadows. Evans didn't look like a king anymore. He didn't look like the untouchable billionaire who could solve every problem with a phone call. He looked like a little boy caught in a lie that had grown too big to carry."Every single piece of this," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "The wedding. Valarie’s return. Nancy’s blood. It all started because you signed a check to buy me."Evans finally looked up. His eyes were red, his face gaunt in the moonlight. "I didn't buy you, Hailey. I tried to buy your happiness. I thought if I cleared the path, if I removed the obstacles, we could just be us. I didn't want you to be the other woman. I wanted you to be the only woman.""By destroying someone else?" I asked, taking a step toward the desk. The hum in my head was gone, replaced by a cold,
EvansI lay in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Beside me, I felt the mattress shift. Hailey sat up, her movement sharp and jagged. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to stay shallow, but I could feel her focus on me. It wasn't just a gaze; it was a physical weight. Her ability was out of control, radiating off her in waves of heat that made the air in the room feel thin. I knew she felt it. She felt the rot of the lie I had been carrying since the day we stood at the altar. I waited, counting the seconds in the silence, until I heard her feet hit the carpet. She moved like a ghost, her footsteps receding toward the door. Only when the soft click of the latch echoed through the room did I let out the breath I had been holding.I sat up and rubbed my face with my palms, my skin feeling raw. I needed to say it. I needed to speak the truth into the dark before it choked me to death. I pulled on a robe and walked down the hallway, the cold marble
HaileyThe kitchen was too quiet when Evans walked back in with Nancy. He was supporting her weight, his arm wrapped firmly around her thin waist, while her bare, dirty feet dragged slightly on the polished floor. Mabel stood up immediately, grabbing a warm blanket from the sofa and wrapping it around my sister’s shoulders. We didn't speak for a long time. We just sat there in the harsh light of the kitchen, the steam from a forgotten kettle rising into the air."You're sure about this, Nancy?" I asked, my voice cracking. I reached across the table to touch her hand. It was still like ice. "You know where she is?"Nancy looked at me, and for a second, the vacant look of a doll was gone. Her eyes were sharp, glowing with a strange, internal light. "I don't just know, Hailey. I can hear the rhythm of the facility. It’s a low-frequency pulse, hidden beneath an old textile factory on the outskirts of the 13th Arrondissement. Frost thinks she’s clever by hiding in plain sight."Evans pulle
EvansThe sight of that empty bed was like a physical blow to my stomach. I stood in the middle of the room, my lungs burning, staring at the tangled sheets and the IV needle lying on the floor. Hailey was right behind me, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with a terror that made my blood run cold."Nancy!" I shouted, but the only answer was the wind whistling through the shattered window.I didn't wait for Hailey to speak. I spun around and sprinted for the security hub in the basement. My heart was thudding against my ribs like a trapped bird. If Frost had taken her, if she was back in a cage because I wasn't fast enough, I would never forgive myself."Marcus! Get the monitors up!" I screamed as I burst into the room.Marcus was already typing, his face pale under the glow of the screens. "I'm checking the perimeter, sir. No one broke in. The alarms didn't go off.""Then how is she gone?" I demanded, slamming my hand on the desk. "Look at the hallway cameras. Now!"Marcus scrol
HaileyThe drawing Evans brought home was sitting on my lap, the waxy texture of the crayons feeling like a brand against my skin. Three girls. Holding hands. "Find us." Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that sharp, jagged grief again. It was a physical pain, a needle pressing into the base of my skull. The house felt too big, too cold, and far too full of men with guns and secrets. I couldn't breathe in here anymore.I picked up my phone with shaking fingers. I didn't call Evans. I didn't call Calix. I dialed a number in England that I had memorized years ago."Mabel?" I whispered as soon as she picked up."Hailey? Goodness, you sound like you’ve seen a ghost," Mabel’s voice came through the line, warm and steady."I need you," I said, a sob catching in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep the walls from closing in. "I found a sister, Mabel. Two sisters. But it’s bad. Everything is falling apart and I don't know who to trust. Please. I need you to come to Paris.""I’l
EvansThe weight of Hailey’s collapse was still heavy in my arms. I had carried her to the sofa, her body trembling with a grief that didn't belong to her. Nancy was staring at us from the bed, her eyes wide and haunted. The air in the room felt like it was humming with a frequency I couldn't hear but could definitely feel. It was the sound of a family being torn apart across the city."She's in pain, Evans," Hailey whispered, her fingers clutching my lapel. "It's so loud. Please, you have to find her."I didn't need any more motivation. I stood up and looked at Marcus, who was already hovering near the door with his tablet in hand. "Mobilize everyone. I don't care about the cost. I want every encrypted server, every hidden medical file, and every shell company linked to Frost scanned within the hour.""I'm already on it, sir," Marcus replied, his fingers flying across the screen. "But Frost is a ghost. She uses layers of digital noise to hide her tracks. If there is a third girl, she
Hailey's POV I stood on the stairs with my phone pressed to my ear, Marcus' words sitting heavy in my chest."I will be there in thirty minutes," I said quietly. "Send me the address."I hung up and stood completely still for a moment. The address came through immediately. A warehouse on the east
David’s POVI watched the sunrise from my office window with a glass of whiskey in my hand.Not because I was celebrating. Because I was thinking.Evans had finally done it. He had told her everything. My people inside the mansion had confirmed it last night — Hailey went to the guest room at eleve
POV: Hailey WilsonI was in my office, staring at the blueprints of the mansion on my computer screen, when my phone rang. It was Evans."Hailey," his voice sounded broken, hollow. "I need you to come home. Right now. Please.""Evans, I'm in the middle of—""Please," he interrupted. "This can't wai
POV: Evans WilsonI watched the needle slide into Nancy's arm, and something inside me snapped.I stopped struggling against the guards. I stopped pleading. Instead, I looked directly at Valarie and said, very calmly, "Marcus, execute protocol seven."Valarie's smile faltered. "What?"I repeated my







