Mag-log in(Kael’s POV)
I don’t rush. Never have. The hallway is quiet, almost empty, the echoes of fading footsteps bouncing softly off the walls. Aaron is beside me, talking, jabbering about some nonsense I barely register. Half my attention is on him, the other half… elsewhere. She’s been on my mind more than she should be. She wasn’t in class yesterday. That absence—small, insignificant to anyone else—settled somewhere inside me like a quiet warning I can’t ignore. And then, she’s there. She rounds the corner fast, bag clutched tight at her side, eyes fixed on the floor. She doesn’t see me. Her shoulder collides with mine before I can blink. Light, but enough to make her stumble. My hand moves automatically, resting on her waist. Not rough. Not soft. Just firm, enough to hold her steady. She freezes under my touch. Breath hitches. A faint, quick inhale, just enough to notice. I don’t move. Her eyes snap up. Vera Bradley. Of course. Wide-eyed for a moment, then controlled, professional. She straightens herself, forcing control over every inch of her posture. She’s about to step away. I let her. But I speak first. Words slide out before I even think. “Ehi, bella… guarda dove stai andando.” Italian. Thick. Calm. Deliberate. (Hey, beautiful… watch where you’re going.) No smile. No apology. Aaron freezes beside me, a faint hitch in his breathing. Shock. Surprise. He knows me. He knows I don’t speak like this. Not to women. Not in Italian, not in any way. And yet… here I am. She stiffens, but she doesn’t move. Breath flutters just slightly, chest rising under her blouse. My fingers linger on her waist for an extra heartbeat before I pull away. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t speak, doesn’t even glance at me. She adjusts her bag and steps past us, keeping her pace, keeping her dignity. Interesting. Most people would glance back, apologize, maybe even blush. Not her. She keeps her distance, her control, her grace. And that—subtle as it is—catches me. Aaron exhales audibly beside me. “Since when do you call women bella?” I don’t answer. Not because I can’t. Because the truth is heavier than words. I didn’t call her that as a compliment. Not really. I called her that because she collided with me like she didn’t know what she just ran into. Because she didn’t flinch. Didn’t falter. Didn’t even acknowledge the danger she was brushing past. Her restraint, her composure… it says everything I need to know. I resume walking, shoulders loose, face calm, betraying nothing. But inside… something shifted. Quietly. Just enough to matter. Aaron continues jabbering, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind. I don’t listen. My gaze follows her, long after she’s gone. The sway of her bag, the sharp rhythm of her steps, the controlled tension in her posture—every detail stays with me. The hallway feels empty now. But I can still sense her. Her presence lingers, subtle, magnetic, dangerous. It wraps around me, claws under my skin, and won’t let go. I know one thing. One indisputable truth. This… this encounter will not be the last.“You were there too.” The words hung in the air, heavy, deliberate. No one moved at first. Kael didn’t speak. He didn’t flinch, didn’t deny it, didn’t react the way Vera expected. Somehow, that silence was worse than any argument, any denial, any lie. Because this silence wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t hesitation. It was confirmation. Vera’s chest rose slowly as her eyes locked onto his face, searching for something deeper than the calm he wore like armor. “You’re not saying anything,” she said quietly, voice tight, fragile even. Kael’s jaw tightened. Still nothing. That was all she needed. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, an instinctive shield against the shock. “So… it’s true.” “Yes.” The word came low, controlled, but it landed like a hammer. Vera blinked. Once. Twice. Her mind scrambled, trying to catch up to what her body already knew. “No…” she shook her head slowly. “No, that doesn’t make sense.” He didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. He just watched her, patient, stea
Lucian straightened, slow and controlled, like nothing had just happened. Like he hadn’t been standing too close, saying things he had no business saying. His expression settled back into something unreadable, the faint amusement gone, replaced with calm indifference.Kael stepped fully into the living room. Vera followed behind him. Neither of them spoke. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft echo of their footsteps fading into silence. Aaron forced himself to sit up properly, dragging in a quiet breath as if that would steady him. It didn’t. His pulse was still uneven, his thoughts scattered in a way he couldn’t explain. Lucian noticed,His gaze flicked toward Aaron briefly, just long enough to register everything—the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoided looking up, the way his fingers pressed too hard against his own knee. Then Lucian looked away like it didn’t matter. Like none of it mattered. Vera’s eyes moved between them slowly. She didn’t miss
CHAPTER 38 The living room was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind,Not the kind that let you breathe and settle, This silence felt heavy, like it was pressing into the walls, stretching time in a way that made every second drag longer than it should.Aaron leaned against the arm of the couch, his fingers tapping lightly against the fabric in a restless rhythm he didn’t even notice anymore. His gaze kept drifting toward the staircase, again and again, like he expected something to change if he looked enough times.Nothing did.His jaw tightened."They’re taking too long,” he muttered under his breath.Lucian, seated across from him, didn’t react immediately. One leg crossed over the other, posture loose, relaxed—like he had nowhere else to be. Like the silence didn’t bother him at all. He just went upstairs, Lucian said calmly.Aaron scoffed. “It’s been more than thirty minutes.” That got Lucian’s attention. He lifted his gaze slowly, studying Aaron for a moment. There was something q
Kael slowly pulled the collar of Vera’s shirt aside, just enough to see the skin near her shoulder. His fingers moved carefully, almost reluctantly, like he was bracing himself for something he didn’t want to find. The room was quiet except for their breathing. The silence felt thick, stretched tight between them. His eyes searched carefully, every muscle in his body tense, every instinct alert. Nothing. Just smooth skin. No mark. No three slashes. Kael stared for another second to make sure he wasn’t missing something. His gaze traced the curve of her shoulder again, slower this time, more deliberate. But there was nothing there. Relief hit him before he could stop it. It came fast and sharp, loosening the tight knot that had been sitting in his chest since Aaron showed him the file. Aaron was wrong. Lucian was wrong. This girl had nothing to do with that place. Kael released the fabric of her shirt and stepped back, his fingers falling away from her skin. Ver
Kael stood at the bottom of the staircase for a long moment, staring at the steps like they might answer the question fighting inside his head. Lucian and Aaron stayed quiet behind him. Neither of them tried to rush him again. They had already said enough. The rest was up to him. Lucian finally spoke, You’re still stalling. Kael didn’t look back. “I’m thinking.” Aaron leaned against the table, Thinking won’t change anything kael Kael’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know it’s her.” Lucian shrugged slightly. “Then prove it isn’t.” Silence settled again. Kael knew what they were asking him to do. He also knew why he didn’t want to do it. Because if they were right, the girl upstairs was not just another victim who had been dragged into his life. She would be connected to the one place he had spent years trying to erase from his mind. Kael exhaled slowly and finally started walking toward the stairs. Lucian didn’t follow. Aaron didn’t either. This part belonged to Kael
Kael’s eyes narrowed slightly as Lucian pointed toward Aaron’s phone. “Dad wiped them out,” Lucian said sharply. “Every single one of them.” Aaron rubbed the back of his neck, uneasy. “That’s what we all believed.” Lucian scoffed immediately. “Not believed. It happened.” Aaron hesitated for a moment, clearly choosing his words carefully. “Maybe… not completely.” The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Kael finally moved, taking one slow step forward. His eyes stayed locked on Aaron, dark and searching. “What are you saying?” he asked quietly. Aaron exhaled slowly. “I’m saying someone survived.” Lucian stared at him like he had just lost his mind. “That’s insane.” “Maybe,” Aaron admitted. “But the data doesn’t lie.” Kael’s jaw tightened slightly. Aaron continued, lifting the phone a little. “The same encryption. The same communication pattern. The same symbol.” Lucian froze. “What symbol?” Aaron slowly turned his phone around so both of them could see the screen. The
The school gates disappeared behind us as we drove, the afternoon sun dipping low, painting the campus in gold. Lucente’s engine purred beneath me, a calm contrast to the tension curling in my chest. Aaron sat beside me, silent. Not from class, not from lectures—I didn’t need reminders of anything
The morning air was crisp, but it did little to ease the tension coiling in my chest. My car—Lucente—glided to a stop beside Aaron’s, its black frame gleaming under the early sun. He stepped out first, tall, confident, but even from here, I could see the subtle stiffness in his shoulders, the way h
The room was quiet in the way only powerful men allowed it to be.One man knelt on the concrete floor, blood pooling beneath his hands, breath ragged, eyes wide with regret that had come far too late. Kael stood in front of him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, expression unreadable. No anger. No satisf
Vera and Lina barely stirred in the dim corner of the cold room, the smell of blood and sweat hanging thick in the air. Pain still throbbed through Vera’s body, every bruise a reminder of last night’s terror, yet exhaustion weighed heavier than agony. Lina’s shallow breaths were the only sound, unt







