For a moment, the world stopped moving. Isabella’s heart didn’t beat. Alexander didn’t breathe. The ballroom, full of light, laughter, and elegance, felt like it had been sucked into a vacuum. Every sound blurred into static as the man with silver hair and serpent eyes walked past the threshold as though he were royalty. As though he belonged. And maybe he did. Because evil had a habit of slipping into places meant for beauty—and corrupting it from the inside out. The Serpent had arrived. And he was smiling. “Do we move?” Jake’s voice came urgently through the earpiece. “Say the word, I’ll have snipers on him in two seconds.” “No,” Alexander said, voice like ice cracking. “Not yet. We don’t want a massacre at a charity gala.” “But—” “Hold your position.” Isabella’s nails dug into her palm. “He walked in like a guest. Let’s treat him like one… for now.” Alexander’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Let’s see what the devil wants.” They moved in sync through the crowd, the p
The cold night air bit into Isabella’s skin as she stood at the edge of the Black Chapel, her fingers stained with Leo’s blood. Inside, chaos still reigned—medics shouted instructions as they worked on Leo’s unconscious body, and Alexander paced furiously nearby, jaw tight, eyes darker than a thunderstorm. The wind howled through the trees like a warning. They’d been infiltrated. Leo, one of their most trusted men, nearly killed under their noses. Jake had managed to regain control of one sniper post, but the other had gone dark. Completely. Two agents were missing. Unaccounted for. Likely dead. The Serpent’s words echoed in Isabella’s head. > “There’s a traitor in your nest.” She wanted to scream. But screaming meant giving in to the fear. And she’d learned—through fire, through loss—that fear had no place in war. “What do we know?” she asked coldly as she reentered the mobile command unit set up near the chapel. Blood had stained her sleeve, but she didn’t care. Jake looked
Moonlight spilled across the marble floors of the Blackwood Estate’s East Wing. It was quiet—eerily so. Too quiet for Isabella’s racing mind. She stood before the tall window, the reflection of her face fractured by the glass panes. The revelation from the vault clung to her like smoke. Her mother’s name in that file… the code “Terminated”… Alexander’s family signature. She hugged herself, struggling to quiet the storm within. She didn’t hear Alexander approach until she felt the warmth of his presence behind her. “I figured you’d be here,” he said quietly. Isabella didn’t turn around. “I couldn’t sleep.” “Neither could I.” Silence stretched between them, long and charged. She finally looked at him. “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know, Alexander. The truth still hurts.” “I know.” His eyes held shadows too deep for one man to carry. “I keep replaying it all. Wondering if I missed something. If my father ever… said something I ignored.” “You can’t carry his sins,” she said,
The press conference was scheduled for 10:00 a.m. By 9:30, every news outlet in the country had a live stream countdown plastered across their channels. Outside Blackwood Industries' headquarters, reporters flooded the plaza. Protesters, supporters, and curious bystanders gathered behind barriers, chanting and waving placards. Inside the conference room, Isabella adjusted the collar of her cream-colored blouse, the soft silk trembling slightly under her fingertips. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “You don’t have to do this,” Alexander said beside her. His hand hovered near her lower back, protective but not possessive. “If we walk out there together, it’s war.” Isabella met his eyes. “Then let’s give them something worth fighting for.” Alexander exhaled, deeply. He’d worn his signature black suit—impeccable, sharp—but softer than usual, with his tie slightly loosened and the top button of his shirt undone. Less CEO, more man. A man standing beside the woman he refused to lose. J
Morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting golden lines across the marble floor of the Blackwood estate. Isabella stirred beneath the warm sheets, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling. Her heart thudded with a peculiar combination of peace… and anxiety. She was still here. In his bed. After everything. She sat up slowly, the silk sheets brushing against her bare skin. The events of the previous night danced in her mind—his hands, his words, that kiss. And then everything after. Intimate. Intense. Undeniably real. A quiet knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she said, tugging the sheet around her body. It was Nina, one of the house staff. “Good morning, Miss Laurent. Mr. Blackwood asked me to bring you breakfast. He’s on a call, but he’ll be back shortly.” Isabella blinked. “Breakfast?” Nina smiled gently. “He insisted. Said you needed rest and coffee.” As the tray was set down, Isabella smiled faintly. Alexander Blackwood—the man who had once handed her an N
The wind was cold. Isabella pulled her coat tighter around her as she stood in the shadow of the old observatory, the stranger’s words echoing in her ears. “I knew your mother.” She studied his face—sharp features, silver-streaked hair, and eyes that held too many secrets. There was something familiar about him, something that prickled at the back of her mind like a memory just out of reach. “My mother’s dead,” she said, her voice steady. “Whatever you think you know, you’re too late.” The man didn’t flinch. “She may be gone, but her story isn’t finished. And neither is yours.” “Who are you?” He stepped forward slightly, staying just outside the moonlight. “My name is Elias Grayson. I was Helena Laurent’s friend. And the man who tried to protect her when she was being hunted.” “Hunted by whom?” “By the same people who are after you now,” he said gently. “The Serpent. His reach goes deeper than you know. Your mother knew too much, and when she wouldn’t cooperate… she became a t
The name hung in the air like a curse. Lucien D’Avanti. The Serpent. Isabella blinked, taking a step back. “You know him?” Alexander’s jaw clenched. “I more than know him. He’s the reason I built Blackwood the way I did. The reason I swore never to trust anyone. And now… he’s the reason I’m afraid for you.” She studied his face—so still, so tightly controlled—but his eyes betrayed something deeper. Rage. Guilt. A haunting. “What did he do to you?” she whispered. Alexander turned away, running a hand through his hair before facing her again. “He was my mentor once. My father’s ally. The man who taught me the rules of survival in a world that doesn’t forgive weakness.” He paused, breathing deeply. “I was seventeen when I met him. I idolized him at first. He was sharp, powerful, untouchable. But underneath the charm, Lucien was a snake—poisonous and cold. He didn’t care about loyalty. He cared about control.” “What happened?” she asked softly. Alexander laughed bitterly. “He tri
The night after their confession passed like a dream suspended in fragile starlight. For the first time in what felt like forever, Isabella Laurent woke up feeling safe. Not because she was hidden away in Alexander’s sprawling estate, surrounded by state-of-the-art security and guards trained to kill—but because of the steady warmth beside her. The heartbeat that thundered like a vow as he held her close. The soft sound of his breathing that matched her own. She turned slightly under the thick sheets, eyes scanning his face. In sleep, Alexander looked… younger. The hard lines of power and calculated dominance melted away, revealing a man not broken but rebuilt—by loss, by purpose, and now, by her. And she was falling for him. Deeper, faster, harder. With every stolen moment. He stirred as if he could feel her gaze, his eyes fluttering open. “Good morning,” she whispered. “Mmm,” he murmured, lips brushing her forehead. “If every morning starts like this, I might just consider ta
The sun had just begun to set, casting a soft, golden hue over the gathered crowd. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers, and the atmosphere was one of pure magic. Isabella’s heart pounded as she walked down the aisle, her steps slow and steady, each one taking her closer to the man she loved, the man she was about to marry. Alexander stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on her, his expression unreadable, but the warmth in his gaze made her heart swell.The garden, which had been transformed into a stunning venue for their wedding, was filled with their closest friends and family, all of them watching this momentous occasion unfold. The guests were silent, their eyes glued to Isabella as she made her way to Alexander. The world felt like it had come to a standstill, and it was as though time itself was holding its breath in anticipation.Isabella felt a mixture of nerves and excitement. Her hand gripped the bouquet tightly, but it wasn’t out of fear; it was a reminder of the
The day had finally arrived.Isabella stood in front of the large windows of her bridal suite, gazing out at the beautiful garden below. The sun was shining brightly, casting a soft golden glow over the manicured lawns and blooming flowers. Everything looked like a dream, but it didn’t quite feel real. The gentle breeze played with the strands of her hair, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. It felt like just yesterday when she had been unsure of her future, and now, here she was—on the cusp of marrying the man she loved, of starting a family together, and embarking on a new chapter of her life.The room was filled with soft chatter and the gentle sounds of wedding preparations. Her friends, Lily and Elena, were helping her get ready, adjusting the delicate lace of her gown and making sure her makeup was flawless. The air was charged with nervous energy, but it was the kind of excitement that made her heart race with anticipation. This was it. She was about to become a wife
The excitement in the air was palpable as Isabella stood in front of the large mirror in the bridal boutique, the soft rustle of fabric around her as she admired the elegant gown that clung to her body. The dress was everything she had imagined—a perfect blend of timeless elegance and modern flair. Lace, satin, and delicate embroidery made it an extraordinary piece, one that made her feel both delicate and strong at the same time. She ran her fingers along the intricate beadwork at the waist, the shimmer of it catching the light and reflecting the love and care that had gone into making it.“This is perfect,” she whispered to herself, a soft smile playing on her lips.Behind her, Isabella could hear the excited chatter of her best friend, Lily, who had come along to help with the wedding preparations. Lily had been a constant source of support for Isabella ever since the day they had met. Through every high and low, she had remained by her side, offering her unwavering loyalty and lov
The following days were a blur for Isabella. What had once seemed like a simple and almost idyllic life with Alexander had now become a whirlwind of emotions, decisions, and a future she had never imagined. The discovery that she was five months pregnant hit her like a storm, changing everything in an instant.Each morning, she woke up with the same overwhelming thought: I’m going to be a mother. Her stomach would churn with both excitement and fear. There were so many things she had never considered—how her life would change, how Alexander would feel, how they would raise a child together. But through it all, one thing remained clear: she couldn’t face this alone.Alexander had been by her side through every step of the way, offering support, comfort, and even a surprising amount of tenderness. He’d taken charge of making all the necessary appointments, from checking in with doctors to arranging her maternity care. And yet, there were moments when Isabella couldn’t help but feel lost
Isabella had always believed that life had a strange way of throwing curveballs when you least expected them. The past few months had been full of twists and turns, each one more unpredictable than the last. But nothing could have prepared her for the news that was about to change everything.It was a quiet Sunday morning, and Alexander had just finished preparing breakfast for the two of them. Isabella was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee, her thoughts wandering as they often did. She felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. Life with Alexander had been a whirlwind of emotion, but it was also a comfort she hadn’t realized she needed.As she took another sip of her coffee, she felt the faintest flutter in her stomach. It wasn’t the usual butterflies she’d come to associate with the excitement of being around Alexander. No, this was something else—something a little deeper, a little more profound.She placed her coffee mug down on the counter, a frown tug
The battlefield was silent.Ryan exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he surveyed the wreckage. The bodies of Black Sun operatives lay scattered across the tarmac, their reign of terror finally over. The jet they had planned to use for their escape was now a smoldering heap of metal, rendered useless by Lena’s sabotage.Sophia stepped up beside him, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She was covered in dust and sweat, her breathing still ragged, but her eyes held the same fierce determination he had always admired.“It’s over,” she whispered.Ryan nodded. “Yeah. It is.”But deep inside, he knew that nothing truly ended.There would always be another enemy lurking in the shadows, another mission calling his name. Yet, for the first time in years, he felt a sense of completion. A war had been fought—and won.Dante approached, wiping blood from his knife before sliding it back into its sheath. “I counted twelve bodies. I think that’s a record for me.”Sophia shot him a
The air was thick with tension as Ryan stood over Catherine, her wrists bound with zip ties. She glared at him, defiant even in defeat. The gunfire had stopped, and the only sounds in the dimly lit compound were the echoes of footsteps and the ragged breathing of his team.Sophia stood beside him, her expression unreadable. Lena and Dante secured the exits, ensuring no one else would escape. They had won this battle—but the war wasn’t over yet.Ryan knelt in front of Catherine, his voice dangerously calm. “Start talking.”Catherine scoffed, her lip curling in amusement. “You’re still as stubborn as ever, Ryan.”He grabbed her by the collar, pulling her closer. “You leaked our location. You set us up. Tell me who you’re working for.”Her smirk didn’t waver, but her eyes darkened. “You already know, don’t you?”Ryan’s jaw tightened. He had his suspicions, but he needed confirmation.Lena stepped forward, her laptop open in her arms. “I traced her communications. She’s been in direct con
The night had fallen with a heavy silence, but it wasn’t the kind of quiet that calms the mind—it was the kind that gnawed at the edges of reality, reminding Ryan that everything was still unraveling. Every corner, every shadow could be hiding something worse than what he had already faced.They had just left the warehouse, Viktor Petrov’s body now nothing more than a dark memory behind them. Still, Ryan’s heart raced with the knowledge that something bigger was brewing. He could feel it in his bones.Sophia, sitting in the passenger seat, was unusually quiet. He had expected her to ask more questions, but the calmness in her voice when she spoke broke the tension between them.“Do you think he was lying?” she asked, her voice soft yet steady.Ryan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, ensuring they weren’t being followed. “No, I think Petrov knew exactly what he was saying. There are bigger players, and they won’t just vanish because we killed a few of their own.”She turned her hea
The mansion’s eerie silence was broken only by the distant wail of sirens. Ryan exhaled slowly, the weight of the past hour settling in his chest. Nikolai Volkov was dead. The man who had tormented them, orchestrated attacks, and played with lives like a puppeteer—gone.And yet, the fight wasn’t over.Sophia clung to Ryan’s arm, her breath uneven. “Is it… really over?”Ryan glanced down at her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “For now.”Lena approached, scanning the scene. “Cops will be here in less than five minutes. We need to disappear.”Dante nodded. “No way we’re explaining this mess.” He gestured toward Nikolai’s lifeless body.Ryan agreed. There was no time to linger. “Let’s move.”Sophia hesitated. “But… what if they come after us?”Ryan’s grip on her tightened. “They won’t.”He would make sure of it.---The EscapeGetting out of the mansion was easy; avoiding the police wasn’t. Sirens grew louder, blue and red lights flashing through the trees.“Shortcut,” Dan