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Xavier’s point of view.Sitting in this office was suffocating the shit out of me. The air in Nyra's office was thick with the scent of Kelly's cheap perfume. I stood by the window, my hands clenched into fists in my pockets, watching her circle the room like a vulture that had just claimed its kill. She ran a possessive hand over the back of Nyra's leather chair, a smug, satisfied smile on her face."It's amazing, isn't it?" she purred, turning to me. "All this... mine. It just feels right."I forced my expression to remain neutral, but inside, I was seething. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to lash out, to wipe that triumphant smirk off her face with my bare hands. I hated her. I hated the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked at me like I was a prize she'd won."You know, Xavier," she said, sauntering over to me, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's something you should know. Something that makes all this so much... sweeter."I raised an ey
Ardonis’ point of view.I watched in disbelief as the two security guards in their ill-fitting uniforms dragged Nyra across the marble floor. She didn’t bother fighting anymore. The sight of it, of her utter devastation, sent a cold fury through me. Kelly stood there, smirking, while Xavier, the traitor, just watched. He made to move but Kelly held him back.That was it. I'd had enough.I moved before I even fully formed the thought, The first guard didn't even see me coming. I grabbed his arm, and with a sharp, violent twist, I felt the bone snap. He screamed, releasing Nyra and clutching his broken limb to his chest. The second guard turned, his eyes wide with shock, but I was already on him. I drove my fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him in a whoosh of expelled air. He crumpled to the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.I scooped Nyra into my arms. She was dead weight, her head lolling against my shoulder, her eyes vacant and staring at nothing. I carried her o
Kellys point of view.**Three weeks ago** The air in Governor Thorne's private study was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and old money. I sat in the comfy leather chair he offered, my hands folded neatly in my lap, the picture of professional composure. Inside, my heart was a caged bird, beating against the bars of my ribs. I needed an ally. Someone even more powerful enough to burn Nyra's empire to the ground."I appreciate you seeing me, Governor," I began, my voice smooth and measured.Thorne took a long drag from his cigar, the tip glowing like an eye in the dim light. "Miss Grant. You said you had a proposition regarding Vosper pharma and its current CEO." He said Nyra's name like it was something foul on his tongue."I do," I said, leaning forward slightly. "Nyra Hearthe has become... unstable. Her personal entanglements, her sentimental attachments... they are a liability to the company's mission. I believe a change in leadership is not just beneficial, but necessary."He
Nyra’s point of view.My heart kept beating against my ribs like a trapped bird as I raced down the corridor, Ardonis's frantic words echoing in my ears. They've out-owned you in the shares.A new owner. I burst through the heavy glass doors of the boardroom, my breath coming in ragged gasps.Every head turned. The room was silent, the air thick with tension and the scent of old money. I looked around, my eyes wide with disbelief, at the faces of the board members I had known for years. They all stared back, their expressions a mixture of pity and grim resolve."What's going on in here?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a fury I couldn't contain.Mr. Vanderkilt, the head of the board, a man whose jowls had always seemed to sag with disapproval, turned to face me. He looked solemn, almost mournful. "Nyra," he said, his voice heavy. "Is it true?""Is it true what?" I shot back, my confusion mounting."Is it true that you have been liquidating your assets and planning to flee the comp
Ardonis point of view.After Nyra called me late last night, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to bed. I spent the whole night pacing my bedroom.I kept thinking about the kidnapping attempt. It didn’t make sense—not entirely. Vampires don’t move like that unless there is a purpose behind it.Those men were shadows. Silent enforcers whose sole purpose was to fulfill the commands of their masters. So, who sent them?The precision, silence, no feeding and no messages left behind.That rules out rouges, they’re desperate and sloppy. Those guys weren’t. so which clan?The northern covens are in an internal war right now, they’re too busy killing each other to plan something this clean. The eastern houses favor politics over force. They would have sent envoys not shadows. The southern bloodlines….no they don’t touch children. Because of their old laws and superstitions.So, who on earth could have sent vampires to kidnap Nyra’s son and for what purpose? I will do everything in my power to
Nyra’s point of view.Drinnnggggg!!!!The doorbell chimed loudly. I get up and move to the foyer.I motioned to James my butler, that I would get the door instead and he nodded in response. I opened the door and, on my doorstep, stood Xavier, his expression a mixture of concern and relief. I didn't say a word; I just threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. The solid warmth of his broad chest was an anchor in the storm still raging inside me.He held me tight, his hand stroking my hair. "I'm here, baby. I'm so glad you're both okay."I pulled back, wiping at my eyes. "Come in. He’s been asking about you." And the tall man that saved him but I don’t mention that.I led him upstairs and the door to Lucien’s room was ajar, and I could hear the faint sounds of him playing with his action figures. We peered inside. He was sitting on his comfy rug, meticulously staging a battle between a superhero and a villain."Hey, sweetiee," I said softly, pushing the door open.Lucien's







