LOGINAfter lunch, Jackson didn't drive Serenity back to her office. Instead, the Maybach pulled up in front of the most luxurious building on Fifth Avenue: The House of Winston.
"Jackson, I have a meeting at 2 PM!" Serenity protested as the car stopped.
"Cancel it," Jackson said, stepping out. "This is more important."
Serenity noticed something strange. Usually, this jewelry store was bustling with tourists and rich shoppers. Today, it was completely empty. The security guards were standing at the door, blocking everyone else.
As soon as they walked in, the Store Manager and ten staff members lined up in two rows, bowing respectfully.
"Welcome, Mr. Sterling. Mrs. Sterling."
Serenity was stunned. "Did you... close down the store?"
"I don't like crowds," Jackson said indifferently. He led her to the VIP sofa and sat her down. "Bring them out."
The manager hurried into the vault and returned with a black velvet tray covered in silk cloth.
He unveiled it.
Gasp.
Even Serenity, who was a jewelry designer herself, held her breath.
On the tray sat three diamond rings. But the one in the center was blinding. It was a massive, pink pear-shaped diamond, easily over 10 carats, surrounded by flawless white diamonds.
It wasn't just a ring. It was a continent on a finger.
"This is the 'Pink Star'," the manager explained, his hands trembling with excitement. "Mr. Sterling reserved this specifically for you."
"Try it on," Jackson commanded.
Serenity looked at the ring, then at Jackson. She didn't move.
"Jackson, this is ridiculous. It's too big. I can't design drawings with a rock like this on my finger."
"Then don't draw. Hire people to draw for you," Jackson took the ring himself. He grabbed her left hand.
"Jackson, stop," Serenity tried to pull her hand back. Her eyes suddenly felt hot. "Do you think you can fix everything with diamonds? Five years ago... for our wedding... you didn't even show up to buy the rings. You sent your assistant to give me a plain gold band."
The memory hurt. That cheap band was the symbol of her shame, proof that her husband didn't care.
Jackson paused. His eyes softened, showing a flash of deep regret.
"I know," he said hoarsely. "I was an idiot back then. I treated our marriage as a contract."
He looked into her eyes, his thumb gently stroking her bare ring finger.
"That's why I'm here. I can't erase the past, Serenity. I can't undo the neglect. But I can give you the future."
"I don't want a future bought with money," Serenity whispered.
"It's not just money," Jackson said firmly. "It's a warning."
"A warning?"
"To Ryan. To every man who dares to look at you," Jackson slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
"When they see this ring, they will know you are mine. They will know that the man standing behind you is Jackson Sterling, and if they try to touch you, they will have to go through me."
The ring felt heavy on her finger. Cold, yet burning hot.
Serenity looked at the dazzling pink diamond. It was beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.
"It's... heavy," she muttered, not pulling it off this time.
"Good," Jackson kissed her hand, right over the ring. "The weight will remind you not to run away again."
He stood up and pulled her into his arms. He didn't care about the manager or the staff watching. He just wanted to hold her.
"From now on, Serenity, you are off the market."
Serenity sighed, resting her head against his chest for a brief second. She knew he was being possessive, unreasonable, and domineering.
But as she touched the cold diamond, she couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of vanity.
Ryan sent her flowers that would wither in three days.
Jackson gave her a diamond that would last forever.
Maybe... just maybe... his way of loving, though twisted, was real.
"Let's go," Jackson checked his watch. "Now that you are properly marked, we can go pick up the kids. I have another surprise for them."
Serenity rolled her eyes, but a small smile escaped her lips. "Jackson, if you buy Alex a hacker island, I'm divorcing you again."
Jackson laughed. "Don't give me ideas."
The Architect's Temporary Base. Unknown Location."Denied?" Zero stared at the screen. "What do you mean 'Access Denied'?""The bank accounts are frozen, Sir," his subordinate stammered. "Sterling bought the banks. He bought the holding companies. He even bought the electric grid supplying this building."PZZZT.The lights in Zero's office flickered and died. The emergency red lights turned on."He cut our power," Zero whispered, trembling with rage.In one hour, Jackson Sterling had dismantled an empire that took fifty years to build. No supply chain. No weapons. No money to pay the mercenaries."He thinks he can starve us out?" Zero smashed his desk lamp. "He thinks we are businessmen? We are gods!"He turned to his lieutenant."Assemble the Legion. Every remaining soldier. Every working Drone.""Sir? What is the target?""His heart," Zero pointed to a map of Long Island, New York. "The Sterling Manor. We go there tonight. We burn it to the ground. If we can't rule the world, we wil
The Architect's Temporary Base. Unknown Location."Denied?" Zero stared at the screen. "What do you mean 'Access Denied'?""The bank accounts are frozen, Sir," his subordinate stammered. "Sterling bought the banks. He bought the holding companies. He even bought the electric grid supplying this building."PZZZT.The lights in Zero's office flickered and died. The emergency red lights turned on."He cut our power," Zero whispered, trembling with rage.In one hour, Jackson Sterling had dismantled an empire that took fifty years to build. No supply chain. No weapons. No money to pay the mercenaries."He thinks he can starve us out?" Zero smashed his desk lamp. "He thinks we are businessmen? We are gods!"He turned to his lieutenant."Assemble the Legion. Every remaining soldier. Every working Drone.""Sir? What is the target?""His heart," Zero pointed to a map of Long Island, New York. "The Sterling Manor. We go there tonight. We burn it to the ground. If we can't rule the world, we wil
Sparks showered from the ceiling. The sound of tearing metal was deafening.The dining car groaned and tilted violently to the right. Tables, chairs, and expensive wine bottles slid down the slope, crashing into the wall.Jackson slammed one hand into a window frame, his other arm locked around Serenity’s waist. He stopped them from sliding into the pile of broken glass below."Don't let go!" Jackson shouted over the noise.Serenity looked down. Through the shattered window beneath them, she saw nothing but swirling snow and darkness. They were dangling over a canyon."The coupling is breaking!" Serenity yelled, pointing to the metal hook connecting their car to the rest of the train. It was stretching, groaning under the weight.CLANG.The door at the top of the tilted car (the one Zero left through) was kicked open.Two figures rappelled down into the car on zip lines.They wore sleek, matte-black armor. No faces. Just glowing red visors. They moved with robotic precision, magnetize
The Midnight Express tore through the darkness of the Swiss Alps at 300 kilometers per hour.In the exclusive private dining car, crystal glasses jingled softly with the vibration of the tracks. Outside the window, nothing existed but snow and night.Jackson adjusted his cufflinks. Under his tuxedo, he was wearing a ceramic knife taped to his ribs—the only weapon the metal detectors didn't pick up.Serenity sat opposite him, looking breathtaking in a black velvet gown. She held a clutch that contained a small vial of Margaret’s anti-serum."Nervous?" Jackson asked, pouring her water."I’m having dinner with the man who tried to kidnap our children," Serenity’s eyes were cold. "I’m not nervous. I’m restraining myself from stabbing him with a fork.""Patience," Jackson whispered.The door at the end of the car slid open.A man walked in.He looked nothing like a villain. He was handsome, in his forties, wearing a grey suit that cost more than the train itself. He had silver hair and a s
"Close your eyes," Liam commanded softly.The nursery was dimly lit. Aurora and Alex lay on the large rug, pillows under their heads. Liam sat between them in a lotus position. Jackson and Serenity watched from the couch, feeling useless but alert."Grandpa, this is unscientific," Alex muttered, keeping one eye open. "Telepathy isn't real.""Quantum entanglement is," Liam placed a finger on Alex's forehead and another on Aurora's. "Connect."A pulse of violet light rippled through the room.The Dreamscape.Alex gasped. He wasn't on the rug anymore.He was standing on an endless plane of pure white water. The sky was white. The horizon was white. It was a blank canvas."Whoa," Alex looked at his hands. They were glowing. "High definition rendering. Zero latency.""Where are the toys?" Aurora appeared next to him. In the dream, she wasn't wearing pajamas. She was wearing a sparkling fairy queen dress.Liam appeared in front of them. He looked younger here, powerful and majestic."This i
That night, the Palace was quiet. But the air was heavy.In the royal nursery, five-year-old Aurora was tossing and turning in her bed. She was sweating.“No… go away…” she whimpered in her sleep.Around her room, objects began to react to her distress. Her teddy bears floated into the air. The heavy curtains rustled as if caught in a storm, though the windows were closed. The water in her glass began to boil.In the Dream:Aurora was standing in a field of grey ash. The sky was purple.In the distance, a massive Black Tower stretched up into the clouds. It looked like a needle piercing the sky.Standing at the top of the tower was a man. He didn't have a face. Just a smooth, white mask with a single vertical line drawn on it."Come here, little star," the man’s voice echoed inside her head. "Your light belongs to me."Shadowy hands reached out from the ground, grabbing Aurora’s ankles."Daddy!" she screamed in the dream.In the Real World:CRACK!The mirror on Aurora's wall shattered







