MasukLEAH'S POV The static from the television screen outside our door hums through the concrete wall. It is the only sound in the dark room. There are no windows here, just gray bricks, cold air, and the smell of wet dust. I don't know how many hours have passed since they threw us into the back of that van and brought us to this warehouse. It feels like days. My stomach is hollow and my throat is dry. I've not had anything since we came here The cold seeped into my bones, and no matter how much I curled into myself, I couldn't get warm. Sophie is asleep on a dirty mattress in the corner, her head resting on Mom's lap. She's shivering even in her sleep and she looks pale. Mom hasn't moved for hours, she sits against the wall, staring blankly ahead. Ever since Elric turned his back on her at the house, she hasn't spoken a single word. His betrayal broke something deep inside her. I sit on the floor by the heavy metal door, my hands still tied behind my back. My wrists are raw a
UNKNOWN POV I lean back in my leather chair and watch the news footage unfold on the massive screen mounted on the wall. The headline scrolls across the bottom in bold red letters. "CROSS EMPIRE CRUMBLES: STOCK PLUMMETS AS FEDERAL PROBE WIDENS." I smile. The footage cuts to a shot of Cross Tower, the building looking smaller somehow, less imposing. Then to a photo of Damien walking out of the boardroom looking like a man who just realized he's losing control. He is. On my secondary monitor, the live shipping logs from the northern port are scrolling by while Damien is panicking over federal investigators, and the Deluca containers are slipping past his security completely unchecked. I take a slow sip of whiskey and let the satisfaction settle in my chest. Several months of planning, months of hiding, waiting, and watching. And now it's all finally paying off. My phone buzzes on the desk. I glance at the screen. Isabella is calling again. I let it ring twice before picking u
DAMIEN'S POV The boardroom is silent and twelve faces stare at me, waiting for me to make a choice I don't want to make. I look at the paper resting on the polished table. Isabella's public engagement contract. Her lawyer sits at the far end of the room leaning back and smiling like he's already won. The board members shift uncomfortably in their leather seats impatient. "Damien," Johnson says, breaking the silence. "We need an answer. Do you agree to the reinstatement or not?" I don't answer him. I can't. "Your silence is telling," another board member snaps. "We need to know where you stand right now. The company is bleeding and investors are pulling out by the minute. The media is destroying your reputation. We need leadership not hesitation." I look straight at him. Harrison, I remember him, he's been on the board for twelve years now. I remember when he was grateful just to have a seat at my table now he looks at me like I'm nothing but a liability. I let out a cold l
DAMIEN'S POV I couldn't sleep a wink just sat at the same spot on the couch gripping my phone tightly watching the tracking app but nothing came up on it. No sign of her. Emily fell asleep against my shoulder a few hours ago her breathing soft and even. I didn't move her. I couldn't. Every time I thought about getting up I looked at the silver bracelet in my palm and stayed frozen. The sun is fully up now, casting bright, mocking light across the city. People are starting their days, living normal lives. They have no idea that somewhere out there the woman I love is trapped in the dark held by monsters who want to destroy me. Emily stirs beside me and lifts her head,Her eyes are still red and puffy as she blinks against the morning light. She looks at my face then down at the dead phone in my hand. "Did you sleep?" she asks her voice hoarse. "No." She sits up and wraps her arms around herself. Neither of us speaks the silence is suffocating. Suddenly my phone rings, buzzi
DAMIEN'S POVI shove the phone back in my pocket and stare at the empty yard, Isabella timed it perfectly.She struck right when I was at my weakest and now the whole world thinks I'm guilty.Emily is still crying behind me. I turn to face her and place my hands on her shoulders."Emily, I need you to stay with Marcus. I can't focus on finding her if I'm worried about you too." I tell her "Dad…" she tries to argue."Please," I say in a soft voice trying to coax her. "I'll call you as soon as I have something."She hesitates wiping her eyes then nods. "Promise me you'll find her.""I promise."I turn around to see Marcus crouch down near the back door studying the ground.“Sir…” he calls me I walk over and crouch beside him, following his gaze to the tire tracks carved into the dirt. They lead away from the yard toward the main road, the edges still sharp and clean."Fresh," Marcus says, running his fingers along the groove. "The dirt is still loose. They were here recently."I look
UNKNOWN POV I stand in front of the mirror in the private bathroom attached to my office and unbutton my shirt slowly. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I trace the scars that stretch across my chest up to my shoulders. Every one a reminder of what he did to me, the twisted and discolored skin a permanent reminder of the fire that should have killed me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I can still smell my flesh burning the way I crawled out through the wreckage, my hands bloody and raw as I dragged myself towards the door that Damien had locked behind him. He left me there. He left me to die. I reach into the cabinet and pull out my prescription bottle and swallow two pills dry. The physical pain never truly goes away but the medication keeps it manageable enough for me to function. For years my very existence has been fueled by the thought of this exact night. It had taken years of hiding, healing, and planning. I button my shirt back up, step out into the office
DAMIEN POVHe answers on the first ring. “Mr. Cross? Is there anything you need?”“Marcus,” I say, my voice low. “I need you to handle two things for me. Tonight, with no delays.”“Always, sir. Go ahead,” Marcus responds.“First: Victor Hayes, he's Leah's father. I want full 24-hour surveillance on
DAMIEN POV She kisses me back.It starts hesitantly, as though she’s still braced for disappointment, still half-expecting me to disappear again. But then her fingers tighten in my shirt, her mouth opens under mine, and the kiss deepens—slow, real, needy. Her breath catches every time my tongue br
Damien POV I just nod in response, not taking his hand.I turn to Leah. “What happened here?"I asked.She doesn’t meet my eyes. “It’s nothing,” she mumbles.I step closer and hold her jaw tilting her face up so she has no choice but to look at me.“I said what happened here?” I asked again.Her ey
LEAH POV “Bye Mom, bye Soph—have a great day at school,” I called as I rushed out the door, backpack slung over one shoulder, keys already in hand. The morning sun is bright, but I barely notice. The diner is the only thing keeping me grounded these days, the only place where I can pretend everyth







