Years passed quickly for Avyanna, and before she knew it, she was stepping into her first year of college. Though she had been through countless hardships over the past five years, this was an entirely different kind of challenge. The weight of expectations pressed down on her shoulders as she walked through the towering gates of the most prestigious university in the city.
She had chosen to pursue a pre-law degree—a decision she had been hesitant about from the start. The idea of sitting in lecture halls, surrounded by students who had lived normal, sheltered lives, felt almost foreign to her. She was used to the shadows, to the underworld where survival was the only priority. Here, things were different. Here, she wasn’t Avyanna, the hidden heiress of a fallen empire. She was just another student.
At first, she had no intention of ever setting foot in a college. What was the point? Her life had already been carved into something far from ordinary. But the boss had been insistent.
No matter how dangerous their world was, he believed education was a necessity, not a luxury. He had ensured that she and the other girls under his protection would receive proper schooling, even as they trained and carried out their missions. He wanted them to be more than just pawns in a game of power.
"I know that university will be tough," the boss had told her, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "But don’t forget your mission and training. You’re still working under me."
She had let out a deep sigh, knowing there was no room for argument.
She had no choice—she had to face it.
"Your accommodations, tuition, and everything you need—I’ll handle it," the boss added. His words were final, leaving no room for refusal.
Avyanna had only nodded in response, accepting the reality of her situation. After all, what other choice did she really have?
Her past was gone, buried beneath fire and betrayal. And now, her future was dictated by the man who had given her a second life. Whether she liked it or not, she had to keep moving forward.
It had been five years, and no matter how much time had passed, Avyanna still couldn’t return home. That life was gone—a distant memory buried beneath blood and fire. No matter how much she tried to suppress the past, the weight of it still lingered, like a shadow that refused to fade.
Now, she found herself in a completely different world, one she never imagined she would be part of. She was no longer the helpless girl hiding in the dark. She had trained, she had fought, and she had survived. But despite her strength, she still followed orders, still lived under the protection—and control—of the boss.
Alongside her were Huan-Yue and Monica, two of her closest colleagues in their line of work. The three of them had been assigned to the same university and, as a result, were also given shared accommodations. Right now, they were on their way to their new apartment, escorted by Rin, one of the boss’s most trusted men.
The walk had been mostly silent, each of them preoccupied with their own thoughts. But the moment they arrived in front of the apartment, the mood shifted.
"Here we are. This is where you girls will be staying," Rin announced as he unlocked the door, stepping aside to let them in.
Avyanna stepped inside first, her sharp eyes roaming around the space. It was modern and well-furnished, far from the rundown places she had once hidden in during her early years in the underworld. The interior had a calming aesthetic—muted colors, soft lighting, and just enough warmth to make it feel like a real home.
But to her, no place ever really felt like home anymore.
Before she could dwell on the thought, Huan-Yue’s voice broke through the silence.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it. It’s obvious this is our place. You’ve done your job, now you can leave. Shoo, shoo!" she said, waving her hand dismissively toward Rin.
Rin narrowed his eyes, his expression instantly shifting into a deadpan glare. Then, turning to Monica, he scoffed.
"You dead-ass bitch, is that how you talk to someone who just did you a favor?" he said, sarcasm lacing his words.
Monica chuckled, shaking her head as she leaned against the doorway, clearly entertained. She had always enjoyed watching Huan-Yue and Rin bicker like children—it was their dynamic, and neither of them ever truly took it to heart.
Huan-Yue only grinned, unfazed. "Shoo, shoo," she repeated, waving her hands again like she was trying to ward off a stray cat.
Rin exhaled sharply, shaking his head in exasperation. "I swear, one of these days—"
"Just rest for a while, Rin," Avyanna interjected before the banter could escalate further. Her voice was calm, yet firm. She knew if she let them continue, they could go on for hours. "And… thank you for escorting us here."
Her words seemed to soften Rin’s annoyance. With a small nod, he stepped aside, allowing them to enter the apartment fully.
The moment they were inside, the atmosphere shifted. The three girls fell into silence, each processing the fact that this place was now their new home—at least for the foreseeable future.
For Avyanna, this was just another temporary stop in her long, winding journey—another chapter in a life dictated by forces beyond her control. No matter how much time had passed or how far she had come, the truth remained the same. She was never truly free.
She had come this far. There was no turning back now.
Rin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with his usual unreadable expression. “The boss said you’ll be having a good deal later.”
Avyanna didn’t need any further explanation. She knew exactly what a "good deal" meant in their world. Another mission. Another task that blurred the line between right and wrong. She let out a slow sigh, already preparing herself for what was to come. By now, these things had become second nature to her.
Rin handed her a thick folder, the weight of it heavier than it should have been. As soon as she took it, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The lighthearted mood from earlier vanished, replaced by the cold seriousness of reality.
Monica, who had been sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, sighed and looked at her with concern. “Are you really—”
Avyanna cut her off before she could finish. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
She turned back to Rin, gripping the folder tightly. “I’ll handle it later.”
Her voice was steady, but deep inside, she felt the weight of her words pressing down on her like an invisible chain. No matter how much she reassured Monica—or even herself—there was no escaping the reality of what she had to do.
Rin gave her one last glance, his expression unreadable as always. “Then I’ll be going now.” His tone was casual, but there was something final about it.
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Silence settled between Avyanna and Monica, heavy and unspoken.
Monica stared at the door for a moment before shifting her gaze back to Avyanna. “You know, one day, you might not come back from one of these jobs.”
Avyanna didn’t respond right away. Instead, she exhaled slowly, letting her fingers tighten around the folder in her hands.
"I always come back," she finally said, though whether she was convincing Monica or herself was another question entirely.
The door clicked shut behind Dorian, his footsteps fading down the marble corridor.Avyanna stood still, barely breathing. The air suddenly felt too thick.Then it hit her—like the echo of a tremor. Her knees softened beneath her, just for a second. She reached out, one hand bracing against the cold edge of the bookshelf.She closed her eyes.Don’t be disheartened, she whispered silently to herself.Her pulse was high. Not from fear—she’d long taught herself to override that. No, this was something else. That encounter had rattled something loose. Not because she was caught off guard—but because he wasn’t. Dorian hadn’t taken the bait. Not fully. Not yet.She straightened, inhaling slowly through her nose. Let the warmth of the scotch and fire settle in her chest. She rolled her shoulders back. Reset her posture. Let the calm wash over her like ritual.Then she smiled.A small, defiant thing.This is the first night. He doesn’t know it yet—but I’m already under his skin.She placed t
Mendez Estate – Main Hall, 9:27 PMThe sound of tires crunching over gravel echoed through the open doors. Staff moved quickly, adjusting place settings, opening wide the tall wooden doors at the entrance. The air shifted—tightened.Avyanna stood just beyond the archway, posture perfect, gaze calm. She didn’t pace. She didn’t fidget.She watched.A black SUV pulled up first. Then a sleek, deep green Jaguar behind it. Security took their positions—not tense, but alert. These were VIPs. Family, yes—but not the cozy kind. The kind that knew where all the bodies were buried because they’d picked the grave sites themselves.Viviane Alfeche-Gates emerged first. She was all sharp lines and elegance, draped in a cream silk shawl and wearing diamonds that caught the candlelight even from the doorway. Her hair was a perfectly styled silver-blonde, and her expression had the chill of old European money.Beside her came her husband, Dorian Gates.Tall. Still broad-shouldered despite his age. Mid
Later That Evening – Gates Estate, Guest QuartersThe guest room assigned to her was elegant but cold—whitewashed walls, heavy antique furniture, no personal touches. A place meant to impress but not comfort. She unpacked only what she needed, laying out the black dress Valerie had requested.Simple. Sleek. Unmarked by brand or embellishment.Avyanna stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the neckline, making sure every detail was just right. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low chignon, elegant and unfussy. Gold studs in her ears. A thin chain around her neck. Minimalist makeup, just enough to frame her eyes and harden her cheekbones.She didn’t want to be remembered for her beauty. She wanted to be seen as someone you’d never question.As she slipped the forged Spanish ID card into her small clutch, she whispered the details of her cover one last time.“Hanna Motoguez. Born in Valencia. Studied architecture. Lost both parents in a car accident. Close with a maternal aunt who pass
The morning sun filtered through the blinds as Avyanna slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her husband, who was still deep in sleep. The apartment was quiet, the soft hum of the city just starting to stir beyond the windows. She moved like a ghost—light, silent, and focused. Every detail of her departure had been planned in advance. Her ticket to Spain was booked, her bags were packed, and her new identity was tucked safely in the side pocket of her handbag.All she had to do now was follow the plan.In Spain, a contact from the Mendez organization would be waiting for her. They were handling the rest—her cover story, her documents, her integration into the family. She would introduce herself as Hanna Motoguez, and no one would question it.Her phone buzzed just as she locked the door behind her. A message lit up the screen."Let’s meet at the airport." – Naoki.She stared at it for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without replying, she tucked the phone back into her coa
Lord Mendez turned his back to her, each step toward the mahogany desk deliberate, as though weighed down by the gravity of what was about to be revealed. The room was silent save for the distant ticking of an antique clock on the wall. Mendez opened a drawer with a quiet click and drew out a thin, black folder—unmarked and bound tightly with a red string that gleamed faintly in the warm, amber light of the study.He placed it gently on the desk, like a relic or a weapon, and then looked over his shoulder at Avyanna. His gaze was sharp, calculating.“What I’m about to show you is confidential,” he said, his voice low and precise. “Only three people in this entire organization know about this operation. Now, you’ll be the fourth.”Avyanna didn’t flinch. Her boots clicked softly against the tiled floor as she walked forward. She untied the red string with the careful precision of someone who’d handled classified intel before—but her hands, usually steady, lingered for a second too long.
“Sir, good morning,” Ruth greeted politely as she stepped into Lord Mendez's spacious office. The room was cold and sterile, lit only by the faint morning light slipping through the blinds. A loud, tired sigh escaped the man seated behind the large mahogany desk, echoing briefly across the room. After that, an uneasy silence took over—punctuated only by the soft humming of the air conditioning unit above and the rhythmic ticking of the antique pendulum clock resting on the corner of the table.“Where’s Avyanna?” Lord Mendez asked, his voice low, firm, and laced with restrained impatience.“She doesn’t pick up her phone, Master. I’m still trying to reach her and will continue attempting later on,” Ruth replied, her voice slightly tense as she clasped her hands in front of her.“You may now leave,” Lord Mendez said curtly, his eyes never leaving the papers spread across his desk.Without another word, Ruth gave a respectful nod and turned to exit, her footsteps muffled against the plush