Mag-log inEvansThe 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
HaileyThe paper felt like a piece of dry ice in my hand. It was cold, sharp, and felt like it was burning right through my skin. I stood in the middle of Evans' study, the yellowed birth record trembling between my fingers. I looked at the names again. Nancy. Hailey. My vision blurred, and the ink seemed to bleed across the page until the third line came into focus."Subject Three," I whispered. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was hollow, like it was coming from the bottom of a well.Evans was watching me from across the desk. His face was a mask of worry, his dark eyes tracking every twitch of my hands. "Hailey, breathe. Just breathe.""Three," I said, looking up at him. "We aren't twins, Evans. Nancy and I... we aren't the only ones.""The records are undeniable," Evans said, his voice low and heavy. "The genetic markers are identical. You were born on the same day, in the same facility, from the same source. You’re triplets."I sat down in the leather chair, my legs finally gi
EvansI stood in the center of my study, the air smelling of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of the surveillance devices I had smashed on my desk. My hands were still shaking, but it wasn't from fear anymore. It was pure, unfiltered rage. The digital tablet in my hand flickered, reflecting the dark circles under my eyes. Marcus stood by the window, his arms crossed, his silhouette framed by the moonlight hitting the glass."Tell me everything, Marcus," I said. My voice sounded like it was being dragged over gravel. "Don't leave out a single detail. I want to know who is breathing down our necks."Marcus sighed, a heavy sound that made the room feel smaller. "It's a spiderweb, Evans. We thought Dr. Frost was a rogue scientist working out of a basement. She isn't. She is the center of a global network. I traced the funding for those biological transmitters we found in Hailey’s room.""And?" I prompted, stepping closer to him."The money doesn't just come from Frost," Marcus said,
ValarieThe door to my apartment slammed shut, but I couldn't block out the sound of Hailey’s voice. What did she take from you, Valarie? Those words were crawling under my skin like a fever. I leaned my back against the cold wood, my lungs burning as I tried to catch my breath. My hands were shaking so violently that my keys fell to the floor with a sharp, metallic clatter.I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't want to see my own reflection in the floor to ceiling windows. I didn't want to see the expensive furniture or the designer bags that felt like lead weights around my neck. I stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the velvet sofa, pulling my knees to my chest.Everyone looks at me and sees a shark. They see the woman who ran from her own wedding. They see the vindictive ex who wants to tear down the Wilson empire because she was passed over for a replacement. They think I want the money. They think I want the power.They have no idea.I reached into my bag and pulled
HaileyThe words from the phone were still ringing in my ears as I sat in my small design studio at Wilson Corporation. Evans had stayed back at the house to handle the fallout of those devices, his voice sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, dark well. Monitoring my body. Tracking my heart. The thought made my skin crawl with a thousand invisible legs. I tried to focus on the sketches in front of me, but the lines blurred into jagged peaks, looking like the heart rate monitors Nancy was hooked up to.The office was mostly empty, the late evening sun casting long, orange shadows across the fabric swatches and mannequins. I heard the click of heels first. They weren't the sensible shoes of the cleaning staff or the frantic pitter-patter of an assistant. These were deliberate. Sharp. Aggressive.The door swung open, and Valarie Chen walked in. She looked perfect, as always, her hair swept back in a tight bun and a coat draped over her shoulders that probably cost more t
EvansThe terror in Nancy’s eyes was like a physical weight against my chest. I felt her pulse through Hailey’s hand as I stepped into the room. I didn't need to hear her words to know the air had changed. The atmosphere in the sunroom was thick, vibrating with a frequency that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up."Nancy, let go of her," I said, my voice low and steady. I was trying to keep the panic out of my own throat.Nancy didn't move. She was staring at the door as if a ghost were standing there. "He’s right there, Evans. The intention... it’s so loud. It’s like a bell ringing in my head."I didn't wait for another second. I grabbed Hailey’s waist and pulled her behind me, my eyes scanning the empty hallway. There was nothing but the soft glow of the wall sconces and the deep shadows of the Wilson estate. But I knew better than to trust my eyes. If Nancy felt it, it was real."Marcus!" I roared, my voice echoing off the marble.Within seconds, the heavy thud of combat
POV: HaileyThe drive home later that day was stuffy, terribly so, and the silence was heavy, really heavy, like a lead blanket thrown over us, we hadn't spoken anything since we left the café where Evans and Calix had that terrifying fight, and every minute felt like an hour, truly unending. I sat
Evans' POVI stood across the street watching my wife lean forward as Calix spread papers across their table, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack, Sarah had texted me twenty minutes ago saying Hailey left the office early, heading toward Fifth Street, I knew exactly where she wa
Hailey's POVI sat at my desk staring at the same design sketch for the third time, my pencil hovering over the paper but not moving, nothing made sense anymore, every time I closed my eyes I heard Evans' voice echoing in my head.The girl in there, Hailey doesn't know anything yet.What girl, who
Evans' POVI stared at the spilled coffee spreading across the table, my mind racing faster than I could think, I hadn't expected her to remember, had hoped maybe she'd forget or let it go, but here she was asking about the basement like it was the most natural thing in the world."The basement, ri







