เข้าสู่ระบบGabriel POVLeo drove.The car had tinted windows, an unmarked sedan, and back roads through the industrial corridors of Bangria's eastern districts. I sat in the back with a cap pulled low and a coat that wasn't mine, watching the city slide past through dirty glass.Bangria looked different at night. Stripped of the construction cranes and the hustling foot traffic and the aggressive commerce that defined its daylight hours, it became something quieter and sadder. Shuttered shopfronts. Stray dogs trotting along kerbs. Streetlights with burnt-out bulbs that nobody had replaced because no one with the authority to do so cared about this part of the city.Mrs Harlow had lived in this part of the city her whole life—the Adisa district.It was mainly filled with working-class people who were honest and kind. This was the kind of neighbourhood where people left their doors unlocked because the only things worth stealing were already shared.She'd refused to move, even after I'd offered to
Gabriel POVThe room was very still. The overhead light buzzed faintly, casting everything in a flat, clinical white."I know," I said quietly.Nine and seven. A boy and a girl. Orphaned once by a car accident and now orphaned again by a bullet through a kitchen window on a Tuesday morning.I set the photograph down on the table carefully as if it were made of glass."Where are the children now?" I asked."At home. Mrs Harlow's flat in the Adisa district. A neighbour is watching them. They don't know yet. The news hasn't reported any names, and the government hasn't sent anyone because the excavation is still ongoing.""When will they send someone?""Tomorrow, most likely. After the site is processed and identities are confirmed.""And when they do?"Leo hesitated. "Standard procedure for minors with no surviving family is temporary placement in government care. Foster system."Foster care. Two children who'd already lost their parents would be shoved into a system that ran on bureauc
Gabriel POV"Reach out to every network we have. Bangria, Crescent Harbour, Lisaro, Casavera, everywhere. Every contact, every operative, every asset. Tell them to go underground immediately as per the new protocols. Move to the facilities prepared for this scenario—no communication via standard channels. No movement. No operations. Everything pauses."Dante's eyebrows rose fractionally. Going underground meant shutting down the entire operation. Every revenue stream, every supply chain, every relationship we maintained with port authorities, customs officials and local power brokers. It meant going dark in a way that would take months to recover from."For how long?" he asked."Seven days. I'll issue further instructions then. But for now, everything stops. Everyone goes to ground. I'm not losing another person because we were too busy running operations to secure our people."He nodded. "Anything else?""The compound. What's the situation there?""Media arrived within the hour. Heli
Gabriel POVThe bullet had entered through the kitchen doorway and passed through the outer edge of my left shoulder, carving a trench through skin and muscle before exiting cleanly on the other side. A graze, technically. The kind of wound that combat medics called "lucky" and that only felt lucky if you'd never been shot.It didn't feel lucky. It felt like someone had pressed a lit cigarette into my shoulder and held it there.I'd been moving toward the hallway when it hit, pulling my sidearm from the holster I wore at breakfast because paranoia was the only habit that had never let me down. The impact spun me sideways, slammed me into the kitchen island, and my hand hit the countertop hard enough to crack my phone's screen, which skidded across the tile into the mess of broken glass, spilt food, and plaster dust that my kitchen had become.After that, everything was compressed into instinct.I stayed low. Returned fire through the blown-out window, two controlled shots toward the m
Adrian POVThe elevator would be too slow, so I took the stairs, all twenty-three flights, my shoes hammering against concrete, the sound echoing through the stairwell.By the time I hit the ground floor, my heart was slamming, and my shirt was damp under the jacket. I didn't care because somewhere across this city, Evelyn was watching a television screen that was telling her Gabriel Ross was dead, and I had the one piece of paper that could tell her otherwise.I crossed the lobby at a pace that made my security team jog to keep up. I went through the glass doors into the underground parking garage that I use alone. I dismissed my security team and told them I wouldn't need them for the rest of the day. Even my driver was surprised when I asked him for my car keys and asked him to take the day off. I started the car, the tyres screaming against the concrete as I pulled out of the space and aimed it toward Wrenfield.It was a fourteen-minute ride in moderate traffic from Whitmore Towe
Adrian POVShe rose to her feet and then walked to my desk. She placed both hands flat on the surface and leaned forward until her face was inches from mine."But here's what you didn't account for," she said. Her voice was quiet now. Dangerously quiet. "I didn't orchestrate Evelyn's kidnapping because I wanted her dead. I orchestrated it because I was desperate. Because the man I'd spent half my life protecting, the man I'd given up everything for, the man who promised that he would take care of me and that no one would come between us, was slipping away. And the person he was slipping toward was Evelyn Bennett."Her eyes were bright with unshed tears."Do you remember that promise, Adrian? You had made that promise in the rain a year ago. Back when your mother had insisted you'd not marry from my family, you had made it clear to me that you'd never think of being with another woman."A tear rolled down her cheeks, and she brushed it forcefully. "I've been patient, Adrian. All these
Evelyn POV“Let’s begin with the data,” he said. “We’ll start with stock volatility.”A chart lit up behind him, showing peaks and dips over the past six weeks.Gerald leaned forward, folding his hands.“Miss Bennett, since the announcement of your leadership transition, the company’s stock has sho
Evelyn POVI went back into my office and sat down again, feeling more miserable than I had moments before.I'd lost my company. And now I was losing Grace.The door opened again without a knock.Adrian stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He was still wearing his suit jacket, looki
Evelyn POV“Yes. Stand beside a man. Adrian is still pursuing you. That alone should tell you something.”"A friend of mine casually mentioned that you've been offending a lot of key players in the business space in Crescent Harbour," she continued, moving closer to my bed. "She thinks it might hav
Evelyn POVI followed Gabriel to the private room like a sheep to a slaughterhouse.At this point, my brain was jumping with anticipation at the promise of whatever Gabriel had mentioned, and I could barely function. There was no part of me telling me to turn back, too. I wanted to experience it al







