MasukSerena's POVDamian dragged me out of the room and we ran until the air burned in my chest and the sound of gunfire faded into echoes behind us. We were sucked into the narrow, damp tunnel, whose walls felt cold against my skin. Water dripped from the ceiling in slow drops that sounded too loud in the dark. Damian kept one hand on my wrist, pulling me forward, his grip was strong but shaking all at the same time.We slowed down when the tunnel bent hard to the left and the darkness grew thicker. He pressed me gently behind a rusted pipe, then leaned out to listen. I could hear the rough pull of each breath as his chest went up and down quickly. Finally, he looked at me. His eyes were sharp with fear and something else I couldn't put my finger on.“Stay quiet,” he whispered, his voice low and tight. I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to get out. The smell of metal and damp stone filled my nose.We waited, counting every second by the
Serena's POVThe silence that followed the Broker’s offer stretched longer than it should have, thick and watchful. I let out a small sigh of relief. It felt like the weight of what she said had settled deep inside me. I looked out the big window behind her and saw the city lights below. I felt like they held solutions. As I took each breath, my heart stayed awake and sharp.I slowly turned back to her, letting small signs of uncertainty show on my face. My fingers brushed the edge of the table, feeling its smooth surface as if grounding myself. The Broker kept her eyes on me closely, judging every feeling I showed. I knew this pause was part of the game, and I intended to play it well."This kind of power doesn't come without shadows," I said quietly, thinking about every word I said. Even though my voice sounded calm, I let a hint of stress slip through. "It takes more than money to build something big and hidden like that." Her eyes glittered with interest, exactly as I hoped they
Serena's POVThe car slowed long before the gates appeared, as if the driver was scared of what was coming. I felt the change in motion through the seat before I saw anything, my body reacting faster than my mind. The road below us became smooth and quiet, like it was made for people who didn't want to be heard coming. Even though my hands were still in my lap, my heart was beating so fast that it hurt my wrists.The gates then came into view.They were not loud or dramatic, no sharp edges meant to scare. The clean, shiny, tall stone walls turned inward and were so far apart that they seemed to go on forever. The steel bars slid apart without a sound, smooth and practiced, as if they had opened this way a thousand times before. On both sides, men in dark suits stood evenly spread, with blank, calm faces.I also kept my face calm.As the car moved forward, the gates closed behind us with a soft click that shook my chest more than it should have. For a brief moment, I understood the me
Serena's POVAfter the press conference, things moved faster than I thought they would. Everywhere screens replayed the moment the red dot touched my chest, capturing it like a scar in time. People argued, praised, feared, and questioned, all at once. I watched it quietly in my room while holding a cup of coffee I had no intention of drinking.Messages came in from places I had never visited and names I barely knew. Some praised my courage, others of my father, and many of the Valehart names were spoken with respect again. It felt strange, standing in the middle of that noise while my heart stayed quiet. I nodded to myself, knowing this was not the end but a turn in the road.Nathan stood near the window, his tablet glowing softly in the dim light. His eyes moved fast as lines of data moved under his fingers. He had not slept much, and his shoulders showed it. Still, there was a sharp focus in him that told me he was getting close to something real.“They’re calling you the Iron lady
Serena's POVThe paper tore slightly under my grip before I noticed what my hands were doing. My fingers had curled around it so tight that my knuckles turned white, the thin sheet folding into itself again and again. The words were still there, burned into my mind like a brand, even though I couldn't see them anymore. I was breathing quickly and sharply, each breath fighting the heat rising in my throat.The hospital room felt too clean and quiet for what was inside it. No one was in the bed, and the blankets looked and smelled like they had been covered in blood. Machines stood where a body should have been, silent witnesses to a lie played too well. I took two steps back, my heel touching the cold floor like it would help me calm down.“Serena.”Nathan’s voice reached me before I saw him. He slowed down as he walked through the door, as if he could feel the tension before he was fully inside. I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes glued to the bed, as if Vanessa might get up again a
Serena's POVAt first, the nurse didn't say anything and just stood there with her hands joined close to her body. She kept rubbing her fingers together like she was trying to make them warm. I noticed the way her eyes avoided mine, flicking to the hallway and back again. The silence stretched long enough to feel its heaviness.“I shouldn’t be saying this,” she finally whispered, her voice thin and shaky. She leaned closer, lowering her head as if the walls themselves could listen. “But something about that woman didn’t feel right from the moment she got here.” Her breath trembled as she spoke, and I could hear fear hiding behind her words.I nodded slowly to let her keep going without interruption. My hands rested on the counter, even though I was feeling a tightness in my chest. “Tell me what you saw,” I said gently, keeping my voice calm. She swallowed hard before speaking again.“She came in late,” the nurse said, her voice barely louder than the machines humming nearby. “She got







