Mag-log inChapter 230Luna’s POVOne Year Later“The fourth-quarter projections for the North American distribution hubs are hitting a massive bottleneck, Chairperson,” a middle-aged investor in a tailored charcoal suit said, his voice bouncing monotonously off the glass walls of the high-rise boardroom. He adjusted his glasses, tapping a thick index finger against the digital tablet displaying a sea of rising bar charts. “If we do not reallocate the baseline logistics from the Baltic ports by the end of the fiscal week, the entire autumn release is going to face a severe administrative lag. We need your signature on the secondary clearance forms immediately, Miss Prokofiev.”“The numbers don’t lie, Luna,” another board member chimed in, leaning forward with a tight, calculating smile. “ELL Ventures has completely cornered the luxury apparel market, but sustaining this level of global dominance requires immediate, unyielding execution. We cannot afford to let the shipping channels remain stagna
Chapter 229Evelyn’s POV“Get the medical team! Push the secondary epinephrine directly into the core line!” I screamed, my fingers tearing fruitlessly at the blood-soaked linen of Leo’s shirt, the absolute panic in my chest completely overriding the aristocratic composure I had spent decades cultivating. “Julian! Where are the parameters for the surgical transit?! Why isn't the auxiliary power grid responding to my communication deck?!”“The local relays are completely fried, Evelyn!” Julian shouted back from the shattered threshold of the western terrace, his voice cracking beneath the weight of the chaotic perimeter. “Marcus is trying to force an administrative bypass through the lower transport block, but the snow is shifting the baseline coordinates! We can’t get a clear transponder signal!”“He’s slipping, Mom! His fingers... they aren't gripping back anymore!” Luna wailed, her entire frame convulsing as she pressed her face into the hollow of Leo’s pale, translucent neck, her h
Chapter 228Evelyn’s POV“Leo, don’t look at the gun,” I hissed, my voice barely vibrating past my teeth as I kept my tactical sights locked onto the bridge of Maeve’s nose. “Look at me. Focus on my perimeter, Leonardo. Keep your feet planted.”“I can’t just watch this, Mom,” Leo whispered back, his voice no longer sounding like a calculated machine, but a broken, bleeding instrument of pure, unadulterated torment. His silver-gray eyes were locked onto the cold metal barrel digging into Luna’s temple, watching a dark tear trace a line through the grime on her pale cheek. “Look at her hair. Look at how hard she’s shaking. She can’t breathe. The air... the oxygen distribution in this sector is too low for her.”“Evelyn!” Julian barked from the left flank, his boots shifting slightly against the shattered display glass. “The rogue security detail is shifting their alignment. They’re preparing an administrative evacuation path toward the lower transport block. If we don’t initiate a physi
Chapter 227Evelyn’s POV“The air pressure is dropping,” Leo whispered, his voice a tight, mechanical raspy line as the wheels of the heavy Sterling transport jet slammed onto the icy tarmac of the private airstrip outside St. Petersburg. “Ground temperature is negative four degrees. Mom, the satellite arrays are showing completely dead sectors across the entire northern perimeter of the Radov estate. No administrative check-ins. No local transport logs. Nothing.”“That is because Silas kept his word,” I said, checking the tactical slide of the small, suppressed firearm tucked beneath my scuffed municipal driver’s coat. I didn't change out of the uniform. It was my armor now. “The global liquidity lines were cut three hours ago over the Atlantic. Every single black-market transit loop bearing the Sterling clearance signature has been systematically locked down. Yamelyan is entirely bled dry. His assets are frozen, his international market algorithms are completely useless, and his boa
Chapter 226Evelyn’s POVThe collective gasp from the twenty investors around the oval glass table rose like a physical wave, sharp and uniform, vibrating against the pristine glass walls of the skyscraper.“Did she just say…?”“Who is this woman?”“Silas, what is the meaning of this?”I didn't give them a single second to stabilize their perimeters. I merely turned my head, my eyes lazily tracing the perimeter of the room, my hand rising to point a gloved finger directly at the billionaire who had screamed at me moments before.“Now, if you'll excuse me, my father and I have a lot of things to discuss,” I purred, my voice dropping back into that icy, aristocratic purr that used to freeze the board members dead in their tracks. “Or do you all want to join our little family reunion? I’m sure the global regulatory authorities would love a seating chart.”The man with the fountain pen looked at Silas, then at Julian, who was currently gripping the edges of his leather chair so tightly hi
Chapter 225Evelyn’s POV“Sit down, Leonardo,” I said, my voice dropping an octave as the low hum of the cabin engines vibrated through the floorboards. “You’re going to pace a hole straight through the custom mahogany carpeting before we even clear the continental shelf.”“Sit down?” Leo snapped, his head whipping toward me as he spun on his heel in the narrow aisle of the mid-size private jet. His silver-gray eyes were bloodshot, the cold ambient lighting of the cabin making his pale skin look entirely translucent. “You’re telling me to sit down? Jasper’s commercial ticketing networks failed completely. The local airport terminals are completely flagged by Yamelyan’s corporate border filters. We had to use an un-trackable, unregistered ghost flight just to get off the tarmac, and you want me to sit down and enjoy the complimentary peanuts?”“I didn't say enjoy anything,” I replied smoothly, keeping my hands folded calmly in my lap, though beneath my coat, my fingers were tightly gri
Chapter 88The interior of the Sterling limousine smelled of sunblock, expensive leather, and my own impending doom. As we wound down the coastal road toward the private cove, I sat rigidly between the two children, my hands folded over a canvas tote bag that contained the most shameful garment ev
Chapter 8Caleb’s POVThe ghost of the portrait followed me all night.I hadn’t slept. I had paced the length of my office, the sonogram on my desk under the harsh glow of a desk lamp, mocking me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that twelve-year-old girl in the white lace dress. The Sterling ey
Chapter 11Caleb’s POVThe silence in my office used to feel like power. Now, it felt like the air was being sucked out of the room by a vacuum.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Knight Group’s headquarters, looking out at the city that was supposed to be mine. For the first time in my
Chapter 9Evelyn’s POVPower has a sound.Most people think it roars, like applause in a boardroom or the crash of a deal closing. They’re wrong. Real power is quiet. It’s the gentle clink of porcelain against glass. The steady breath you take when another person’s world is collapsing in front of y







