LOGINThe city had never felt so close.Every passing car outside their new apartment made Harry glance toward the window. Every elevator chime made Naomi pause mid-sentence. Even La Rivera, once a sanctuary, now carried an undercurrent of tension that no amount of lighting or music could hide.Whoever was playing this game wasn’t reckless.They were patient.And they were smart.Elena sat at the dining table with three laptops open, security feeds running on all of them. Her fingers moved quickly, scrolling through timestamps, cross-checking faces, building patterns.Harry watched her from across the room. “You haven’t slept.”“I will,” she said without looking up. “After I find something.”Naomi stepped closer. “You already have.”Elena glanced up. “What do you mean?”Naomi tapped one of the screens. “That guy from the lobby. He wasn’t just watching me. He kept checking his phone… like he was being guided.”Elena leaned in. “You noticed that?”Naomi nodded. “He was waiting for instruction
The morning began quietly, too quietly.Elena woke to the distant hum of traffic instead of Naomi’s laughter or the clatter of staff preparing La Rivera for another day of planning. Harry was already awake beside her, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.“You feel it too?” she whispered.He nodded. “Like something’s holding its breath.”They dressed in silence, sharing glances that carried more than words ever could. In recent days, the threats, the locket, the messages, all of it had wrapped around their lives like an invisible wire, tightening slowly.Yet today was supposed to be beautiful.A public announcement.A press moment.The first official step toward their wedding.They couldn’t cancel it now. Doing so would give whoever was watching exactly what they wanted.Fear.By noon, La Rivera was alive with energy. Cameras lined the entrance. Journalists murmured. Guests in tailored suits and elegant dresses filled the marble lobby. Naomi stood beside Elena in a soft blue dress,
The city woke slowly, as though reluctant to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over La Rivera after weeks of turmoil. But Elena was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the pale blue light creeping through the curtains. Sleep had come in fragments, broken by memories, by worry, by the weight of everything she was carrying.Harry stirred behind her. “You didn’t sleep.”“I did,” she lied softly. “Just not well.”He reached for her hand. “It’s the photo, isn’t it?”Elena nodded. “Whoever took it knew exactly where we’d be. They didn’t just stumble on us.”Harry sat up. “Which means someone close....”“Or someone patient,” Elena finished. “Someone who’s been waiting.”Downstairs, Naomi was already in the kitchen, sipping tea and scrolling through wedding designs on her tablet. She looked up when they entered.“You two look like you’ve been up all night.”Harry smiled weakly. “We were just… planning.”Elena watched Naomi carefully. She was lighter now, hopeful
The first thing Elena noticed was the silence.Not the peaceful kind, the kind that wrapped around La Rivera at dawn like a lullaby, but the hollow kind, the kind that felt like something was missing. It lingered in the hallways even as staff arrived, even as the early morning sunlight spilled across the marble floors.It was the kind of silence that waited.Elena stood on the mezzanine, watching as preparations for the wedding exhibition showcase were being set up below, white silk draped from the railings. Floral arrangements were carried in with gentle care. Photographers tested lighting angles. To the outside world, it all looked perfect, joyful, hopeful, alive.But Elena had learned that beauty often hid danger.Harry joined her quietly. “You’re thinking again.”She smiled faintly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”“I say it like it means you’ve sensed something.”He knew her too well now.She leaned on the railing. “Do you ever feel like things calm down right before someth
The rain that morning felt like a cleansing.Soft, steady, and unhurried, it washed over La Rivera’s glass walls and marble entrance as though the city itself was trying to breathe again after weeks of fear, fire, and unanswered threats. Inside, the grand lounge hummed with quiet activity, not the vibrant chaos of opening night, but something more deliberate, more determined.La Rivera was still standing.And that, in itself, felt like a victory.Elena stood at the tall windows of her office, hands resting lightly on the glass, watching the grey clouds drift across the skyline. There was a time she would have found this weather unsettling. Now, it felt appropriate. Life had been heavy lately, and yet… somehow, they were still here.Alive. Together. Moving forward.Behind her, the door opened softly.“You’re going to catch a cold if you keep standing there like that,” Harry said, his voice gentle but familiar enough to feel like home.Elena smiled without turning. “You always say that.
Elena sat alone in her office long after the last meeting of the day had ended. The city beyond the glass walls shimmered in soft, restless light, but inside, everything was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The hum of La Rivera, which usually filled her with energy, had faded into a distant echo. It was in moments like this, when the world paused, that the weight of everything she had survived finally had room to settle.She leaned back in her chair and let her eyes close.So much had happened in such a short time.The masked intruder.The fire.Naomi’s abduction.The anonymous messages.The faceless enemy kept circling her life like a predator that enjoyed the chase more than the kill.For a moment, Elena wondered how she was still standing.Years ago, she might have folded under this pressure. Back then, she had been brilliant, yes, but still soft in places where the world was cruel. She had trusted too easily. She had loved too deeply without guarding her heart. She had believed that







