LOGINChapter 182The smoke inside the compound did not drift; it crawled. It swallowed the blood-red emergency lighting, turning the grand corridors into a choked, subterranean labyrinth. Gunfire erupted from the eastern wing, a frantic, deafening rhythm of tactical rifles and the heavier, slower thuds of Volkov’s incoming vanguard."Move! Now!" Nikolai shoved Evelyn toward the secondary threshold, his weapon raised, his eyes scanning the swirling haze.Jasper followed without a single tremor in his stride, his hand resting casually on the lapel of his tailored suit as if he were walking into a boardroom rather than a slaughterhouse. "The central nursery, Evelyn. Just like we rehearsed. Do not look back.""I'm not looking back," Evelyn said, her voice sounding low and raspy through the smoke. She gripped her sidearm, her knuckles white, her boots clicking sharply against the marble before the sound was swallowed by another massive explosion from the lower courtyard."They breached the el
Chapter 181"The ping has been transmitted," the lead technician announced, his fingers flying across his console. "The digital breadcrumbs are live on the Volkov secure server. Sir, the trap is officially active."Jasper didn't move. He merely stared at the main tracking terminal, his profile carved from stone. "Excellent. Now, we wait."I looked down at the floor, my chest tight. "Thirty minutes, Jasper. It’s been thirty minutes of absolute, suffocating silence. Why isn't he moving?""A beast does not sprint blindly into a cave, Aurora," Jasper murmured, his tone eerily detached. "He is sniffing the air.""Don't call me that right now," I snapped, my eyes flashing to the glowing blue tracking map. "Look at the screen. His lead vehicles halted just three blocks away. They’ve been idling there for ten minutes. Ten entire minutes, Jasper! My nerves are fraying into nothing."Nikolai stepped into the light of the monitors, his fingers restlessly twitching over the grip of his holstered
Chapter 180The hum of the surveillance equipment provided a low, mechanical heartbeat to the room. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, my reflection a pale ghost against the backdrop of the city lights. Jasper was reclined in a velvet armchair, sipping tea with an unnerving calmness, while Nikolai paced the perimeter like a restless wolf. On the main monitor, the feed from Volkov’s penthouse played on a loop, his rage, the shattered cognac bottle, the feral look in his eyes as he roared into his intercom."Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my silk robe to hide the tremor. "He looks... he looks like he’s ready to tear the world apart.""What do you see on that footage, Aurora?" Jasper asked, not even bothering to look up from his cup."It's Evelyn," I gritted out, the name feeling like a shield I was losing the right to carry."Your marriage certificate says otherwise, Mrs. Kitonio," he countere
Chapter 179The ceramic basin was cold, but the water Viktor Volkov ran over his knuckles was freezing. He watched the pinkish swirl vanish down the drain, remnants of a man who had dared to lie to him earlier that afternoon. He didn't use a towel; he let the water drip onto the marble floor, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap that filled the silence of the penthouse.He moved to the nightstand, his fingers closing around a bottle of vintage cognac. He didn't bother with a glass. The burn of the alcohol hit the back of his throat, but it couldn't touch the cold irritation settled in his chest."Rai Kirov," he muttered, a dark, jagged smirk pulling at his lips. "Did you really think I was that blind, Evelyn? Did you really think you could play the ghost and I wouldn't recognize the haunt?"He took another long pull from the bottle. He had known the moment she asked, How are you still alive? Rai Kirov wouldn't have cared. Rai Kirov wouldn't have had that specific tremor of terrified hope in her voi
Chapter 178The door hadn't even fully latched behind Jasper before the air between Nikolai and me turned poisonous. My brother, the boy I had played with in the sprawling gardens of a life that felt like a past incarnation stood there looking like a ghost that had learned how to kill."You abandoned us!" I shrieked, the leather straps creaking as I strained toward him. "The Prokofiev legacy, our name, our blood, you let it all be burned to the ground while you played dead!"Nikolai let out a harsh, jagged laugh, pacing the perimeter of my chair like a caged wolf. "Legacy? That’s rich, Evelyn. Or should I call you Rai? I thought you spent your entire life trying to scrub the Prokofiev scent off your skin. Now you’re the guardian of the heritage?""I am the only one left who isn't a lapdog for a Kitonio!""You think this was a choice?" Nikolai roared, spinning on his heel to face me, his eyes bloodshot and haunted. "I watched them die, Evelyn. One by one. Sergei… Mikhail… Yuri… they d
Chapter 177"That was exactly what I was trying to do, Jasper! Didn’t your precious research show you that?" I thundered the words, my voice cracking under the weight of my rage. I lunged against the leather straps, ignoring the way they bit into my wrists, ignoring the fire spreading from the wound in my back. I wanted to wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze until his smug expression turned blue.Jasper didn't even flinch. He didn't blink. He just sat there in that velvet chair, crossing one expensive leg over the other, the picture of absolute, terrifying serenity."By playing Rai Kirov?" He tilted his head, his voice a cool splash of water on my burning skin. "Please, Evelyn. You may be many things, a liar, a survivor, a tragic heroine but you aren’t a coward. And only cowards hide behind a mask to attack. Just look at Yamelyan; he spent years playing Caleb Knight, even a chef and a nanny and look where that caution got him. It’s a loser’s game.""I did what I had to do
Chapter 15Evelyn’s POVThe silence of the Alps was no longer a comfort. It was a suffocating shroud.I stood by the window of the library, my hands resting heavily on the swell of my stomach. Outside, the blizzard had passed, leaving behind a world so white and pristine it looked like a cemetery o
Chapter 10Evelyn’s POVThe Alps did not welcome.They loomed.They were white and endless, their jagged peaks cutting into the charcoal sky like the teeth of a predator. As the jet broke through the cloud layer, the sheer scale of the mountains felt like a warning from the earth itself. Up here,
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







