WILLIAM JUNIORBetrayal, like an insignificant seedling, takes root slowly; the decision I've made today can be credited to my long-dead parents; I have always felt inconsequential, unlike my brother William Senior, who my father had willingly given everything to and who in turn decided to put an end to the order, legalise businesses and act like a saint. I can't take it anymore; the organisation needs the order now, and I need to be in charge to reactivate it, so I'd do what needs to be done.Betrayal eats at the edges of loyalty until nothing’s left but rot.With Daniel’s parents standing across from me in a damp, foreign cabin, with the aim of vacation, not knowing today will be the last day of their existence. The rain outside beat down against the roof like war drums. My men flanked the walls, rifles slung, eyes sharp, waiting on my word. I had chosen to come myself not because I enjoyed this part, but because betrayal this close to the bone couldn’t be delegated.I stepped ins
MIA The urn felt lighter than it should have considering the realistic fact that it housed s full humans remain. Precisely Louisa whose life has now been reduced to ash. I held it with one hand, almost dangling it the way you’d hold a purse you didn’t really want to carry. The black ceramic was smooth, cold, and almost mockingly delicate for something that carried… her. Louisa. I laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that ripped out of me and startled the couple walking their dog a few yards down the beach. They quickened their pace. Good. Let them run. They didn’t want to see this, and I didn’t want their pity nor confused stares. “Look at you now,” I muttered to the urn, shaking it slightly, hearing the faint whisper of ashes shifting inside. “All prim and proper, always with your nails done, always flaunting your designer heels like you were queen of the damn world. And now? You’re nothing but dust in a jar.” I spat into the sand. The salt air burnt my lungs. The waves crashed,
CARLY I’ve always thought I could read Killian better than anyone else. After all, I practically raised him with Jacque after Rebel was taken from us. I thought I knew his tempers, his cold silences, and the sharp way his eyes used to cut when he was annoyed. But today, sitting in my living room with Max and Mex giggling on the rug, I felt something entirely different crawling over my skin.Killian was smiling too much, too comfortable. Too… unlike himself.“Uncle Killian, look! I built a whole fortress!” Max held up a shaky tower of blocks, his grin wide.Killian clapped his hands like the boy had just solved world peace. “That’s incredible, Max. You’ve got an engineer’s brain.”Mex puffed his little chest. “I helped him! I made the walls stronger so it won’t fall.”Killian bent down and ruffled Mex’s hair. “Of course you did. The strategist. You’re sharp, just like your mother.”I froze where I was standing by the kitchen counter, mug in hand. He’d said that softly, almost reverent
MAXWELLI’ve had to swallow bitter pills every now and then in my life of work and reality, but walking up the path to Rebel and Daniel’s home, my chest felt heavier than any of those places ever did. I recognised Rebel as the enemy, yet Louisa had clearly instructed that if anything should happen to her, I should get to Rebel.Louisa’s last call kept replaying in my head. Her voice—shaky, hurried, regret dripping through every word—then silence. A silence that scared the living daylight out of me. I’ve been a bodyguard long enough to know what silence after a panicked call means.But still… I kept hoping.Klaus was already outside when I approached, leaning against the stone wall like he’d been expecting me. His arms folded, his eyes sharp, studying me like I was a question he already knew the answer to.“Maxwell,” he greeted flatly.I gave him a curt nod. “Klaus.”He pushed himself off the wall, straightening. “You’ve been sniffing around for days. Figured you’d show up here eventua
DANIEL The morning light felt too soft for how heavy my chest felt. I woke before her, like I always do because my mind refuses to let me sleep when she’s next to me. Rebel lay curled into the sheets, her hair spilling everywhere, her breathing even, lips slightly parted looking extremely innocent and vulnerable. And me? My head was still ringing from everything I’d unloaded last night. The confessions. The truth about who I was, who my family had been, and what I’d dragged into her world. She hadn’t pushed me away, but the silence afterward… it made me really unsettled. I reached for her hand, just letting my fingers scrape over her knuckles, careful. Always careful with her. She stirred, her lashes fluttering open. For a second, I adjusted my mindset for her anger, rejection, and even disgust. Instead, she blinked at me with sleepy confusion. “You’re staring,” she whispered, voice husky. “Yeah.” My throat tightened. “I didn’t want to miss it. You......looking like this.” Her
DANIEL I have always hated the smell of antiseptic—too clean and too fake. Sitting on that exam table in Liam’s clinic, I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding like a drum. “You’ve been fidgeting for fifteen minutes,” Liam said, his patience mixed with that silent judgement doctors have. “For a supposedly healthy guy, you look wrecked.” “I want everything checked. Blood work, scans—no corners cut.” My jaw was tight in worry. He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve done more tests in six months than some of my terminal patients. What are you looking for?” I shifted uncomfortably. “Not looking for anything. I just need… reassurance.” Liam sighed. “Reassurance from what? You’re veering into obsession territory, Daniel.” I swallowed hard, heart in my throat. “I want Rebel pregnant.” His face froze. “What?” I didn’t hold back. “I’m pushing for it harder than I should. Need to know I’m healthy enough to make that happen... to give her another kid.” The silence stretched. Liam leaned back,