Se connecter“I said bring two of them alive, didn’t I?” I snapped at Q, my voice cutting sharply through the thick, smoke-filled air. The aftermath of the operation still lingered around us—burnt metal, shattered glass across the floors, and the faint scent of blood mixing into something almost suffocating.“Well, that was the plan,” Q replied with a careless shrug, completely unfazed. “But I couldn’t help it when he barfed all over my gear. It’s quite expensive.”I groaned loudly, pressing my fingers against my temple as a dull headache began to form. Sometimes, Q was nearly impossible to deal with. Killing a man because he ruined a set of equipment was excessive—even by our standards.My ruthlessness belonged in the business world, where decisions were calculated and consequences controlled. But Q… Q was chaos in human form. Unpredictable. Detached. Dangerous in ways that couldn’t always be justified.Letting out a slow breath, I forced myself to move on. “What about the others?”“Their bodies
Aiden's Pov In exactly five minutes, we entered our base grounds—what was left of them. Debris littered the area like scattered bones, and burnt-out buildings stood as hollow shells of what had once been state-of-the-art military facilities. Now, they were nothing but ash and ruin, silent witnesses to a calculated destruction. What had taken me over a year to build had been reduced to dust in a single day. One day. And by an organization that was nearly invisible. It was as if their entire existence depended on secrecy. Before their recent attacks on my life and operations, they had moved like ghosts—silent, precise, and utterly untraceable. They erased their tracks faster than I ever thought possible, proving that their roots ran far deeper than anyone could have imagined. The screeching of tires snapped me out of my thoughts, dragging me back to the present. We had already passed through our hidden defenses. Which meant we had just driven straight into the line of f
Aiden’s POV It had only been a few days since I left her, yet she lingered in my mind like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. Every detail of her was etched into my thoughts—her delicate, pointy nose, her smooth, almost unreal fair skin, the way her jet-black hair framed her face, and most dangerously, her smile. That smile had a way of disarming me, of making a man like me forget the chaos that surrounded his life. Damn. She was driving me insane, and for the first time in a long while, I couldn’t even deny it. The past few days had been nothing short of torture. Distance wasn’t something I handled well, not when it came to her. Every mile between us felt like a deliberate punishment, and it pushed me harder than ever to complete the objective that had brought me here. I needed this done—quickly, efficiently—so I could return to her. Upon arrival, my team received me at the airport without delay. They escorted me straight to our base, despite the fact that it had already been compromi
Arianna’s POV I paced the hallway just outside my father’s office, more loudly than I realize, my unease growing rspidly. The familiar corridor felt strange—almost foreign—like a place I had once belonged to but no longer recognized. The dull, monotone colors that once defined my father’s workspace were gone. Now, bright colors splashed across the walls, furniture, and even the curtains. It felt… wrong.I wasn't being quick to judge, it was simply a fact, her dedication to bright colour was insatiable, always hungry like a vampire draining blood from its victims. This was definitely my stepmother's doing!!! I hadn’t been here in years, but this? Definitely not my father's office. It looked more like a daycare than the headquarters of a powerful enterprise. “Arghhhh, this woman!” I groaned under my breath, dragging a hand down my face in frustration. Without realizing it, I had begun speaking out loud. “Well… I guess I could try something,” I muttered, tapping my chin. “Take a
Arianna’s POV “Leave this house immediately before I throw you out myself!” My stepmother’s booming voice rang across the courtyard so loudly that the birds perched on the tree scattered into the sky. Strangely, her shouting barely affected me anymore. Instead of fear, it sounded like the irritating buzz of a a housefly in my ears—loud, persistent, yet meaningless. I folded my arms across my chest, standing as straight and composed as I could manage. “Why do you think you can throw me out of my father’s house?” I asked calmly, tilting my head slightly. “Are you drunk?” My words hung in the air like sparks waiting to ignite something explosive. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “Well,” I continued lazily, brushing imaginary dust off my polished nails, “I guess we are past the pretenses now… considering how bold you were sending those disgusting men after me.” The reaction was immediate. Her face drained of color so quickly it almost fascinated me. Fear flashed across her features
I spent the entire school day receiving stares and glares from almost every student. I suppose that made me somewhat famous.Chloe found it endlessly amusing. The same girls who had once taunted and bullied me now seemed almost frightened, probably because their precious boyfriends could not stop staring in my direction. They sat in their usual clusters of three, surrounded by their loyal minions, whispering and eyeing me bitterly. From the venom in their expressions, one would think they were plotting to disfigure my newly appreciated face.“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Arianna Young. We are humbled by your presence today,” one of them, Hayley, finally said, not bothering to conceal her contempt.Annabel, the self-proclaimed queen and leader of the cheerleading team, rose gracefully to back her partner in crime. “I guess she forgot her place simply because she had one night of fame,” she added mockingly, folding her arms across her chest.I did not dignify them with a response.
I can’t get it out of my head.It had been two days since he left, yet I couldn’t stop replaying it—the steamy kiss we had shared before his departure. The kisses had been getting more frequent, more intense, more deliberate. He was planting dangerous thoughts in my head, and he knew it.“Ahhh!” I
Waltzing down the grand staircase in an unlikely, almost dramatic fashion, Arianna held the banister as though she were descending into a ballroom instead of her own living room. The maid walking a few steps behind her struggled to suppress her laughter, clearly amused by her mistress’s playful ele
The car door could not open fast enough. Arianna stepped out, her eyes shining, her smile wide and unrestrained—like a twelve-year-old on Christmas morning. The grand house before her stood tall and elegant, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. She was completely captivated. So captiv
Silence followed their departure from the courthouse. Each was clearly engrossed in private thoughts, wondering what this sudden, contractual union truly meant. The late afternoon sun cast their shadows across the pavement, stretching their figures into unfamiliar shapes—two strangers now bound tog







