LOGINAna’s POVIt started with something small.That was always the way with him, nothing ever began where it ended, nothing ever arrived as chaos without first disguising itself as something harmless, something ordinary, something that didn’t feel like a threat until it was already too late.The corridor was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that settled in the late hours when movement slowed and voices dropped, when even the guards seemed less rigid, less sharp around the edges of their duty.I walked slowly, not because I was being watched, not because I was told to, but because my body demanded it now, because every step carried weight I hadn’t been used to before, every movement a reminder that I wasn’t just moving for myself anymore.The air felt different out here.Less suffocating than the room. Less… contained. And for a moment, Just a moment—I let myself breathe it in.“You shouldn’t be out alone.”The voice came from behind me, not harsh, not sharp, just casual, almost conv
Japhet POVSilence had always been my ally.It obeyed me. Bent to my control. Filled the spaces I didn’t allow others to occupy. It wrapped around me like something familiar—steady, unquestioning, undemanding.Tonight—It felt different.Restless. Unsettled. Like it carried something I couldn’t quite suppress.I stood by the window, my gaze fixed on the dark stretch beyond the glass. The city was quiet at this hour, distant lights flickering against the night—far removed from where I stood. Untouched by the kind of control I was used to holding.My hands rested loosely at my sides.Relaxed.Or at least, they should have been.But they weren’t.There was tension there. Subtle. Persistent. The kind that didn’t leave no matter how still I forced myself to remain.My jaw tightened slightly. Then released. Then tightened again.“She means nothing.”The words came quietly. Flat. Deliberate.Spoken into the silence like a fact that didn’t need to be questioned.And yet—The moment they settl
Ana’s POVIt started in the dark.Not suddenly, not violently, but slowly, like something creeping in through the edges of sleep, slipping past the fragile barrier of rest I had managed to find, turning it into something heavier, something suffocating, something I couldn’t escape even as my body tried to remain still.The nightmare didn’t come with clear images at first, just fragments, sensations, the feeling of being pulled, restrained, the echo of voices I didn’t want to remember, hands that weren’t gentle, a past that refused to stay buried no matter how deeply I forced it down.My breathing shifted.Uneven. Shallow.My fingers curled against the sheets, gripping without awareness, my body tense even in sleep, caught between staying under and forcing myself awake.And then— Pain.Sharp enough to cut through everything else.Not overwhelming, not unbearable, but sudden, real, grounding in the worst way as it twisted low in my abdomen, pulling me out of the nightmare and into someth
Ana’s POVIt felt… normal.That was the unsettling part, the quiet wrongness hidden inside something so simple, so ordinary that it almost slipped past me before I could recognize it for what it was, because nothing in this place was ever normal, nothing was ever without weight or consequence, and yet here I was sitting across from someone who spoke to me like I was just a person and not something fragile, not something owned, not something watched every second of the day.“Does it hurt when you move it like this?” the doctor asked, his voice calm, steady, his fingers careful as they adjusted my wrist just slightly, not gripping, not forcing, just guiding in a way that didn’t make my body tense or my mind retreat into itself.“A little,” I answered, my voice quiet but present, not hollow, not distant, not the version of me that had learned to shut down and give nothing, because there was no need for that here, no need to protect myself from something that wasn’t trying to hurt me.“Th
Ana’s POVI knew he was there before the door opened.It wasn’t a sound.Not footsteps, not movement, not even the faint shift of guards outside.It was something else.Something I had learned to recognize long before I stopped reacting to it.A presence.Heavy. Controlled. Familiar in a way I had tried—unsuccessfully—to erase.And then the door opened.Slowly. Deliberately. Not like the others. Not careless. Not hesitant. Just… certain.My fingers stilled against the page of the book resting in my lap, though I hadn’t been reading it for the past ten minutes, my eyes tracing the same line over and over without absorbing a single word, my mind elsewhere, quieter than it used to be, emptier than it should have been.I didn’t look up immediately. I didn’t rush to acknowledge him. I simply turned the page.Let the silence stretch. Let him stand there. Let him feel it. If he felt anything at all.The door clicked shut behind him, the sound soft but final, and for a moment, neither of us s
Ana’s POVBy the third day, I started noticing patterns.Not routines—those were obvious. The guards rotated, meals came at fixed hours, the lights dimmed at night whether I slept or not.No… this was different.It was the way people looked at me.Not all of them.Some avoided my gaze entirely, keeping their heads down like I was something dangerous, something better left untouched. Others watched me too carefully, like they were trying to understand what kind of woman could sit in a locked room for days without screaming.And then there were the ones who didn’t know where to look.Like him.I noticed it the first time he brought my food.He was younger than the others, maybe late twenties, his uniform slightly less worn, his posture just a little less rigid. When he stepped inside, his movements slowed—not enough to be obvious, but enough for me to feel it.His eyes lingered. Not boldly. Not disrespectfully.Just… too long. I didn’t react. Of course I didn’t.I simply took the tray f
Ana’s POV“But you might get hurt,” Lucifer resisted, and I fully understood his intentions.Was he purposely trying to take advantage of my vulnerability? Did he want to make himself look like a man in my eyes and hope I would accept him? Anger flared inside me, and I scol
Ana’s POV“John is on a classified mission,” Helene said, crossing her legs elegantly as she studied me. “I doubt he’s even heard about your husband’s death.”Her tone was calm. Thoughtful. Nothing like the storm that had been raging inside me since I arrived in London.“And even
Ana’s POV“Is this what you’ve got to say?” Japhet asked, his voice sharp with irritation and underlying tension. He continued, each word loaded with possessive scrutiny, “Where are you, and who are you with? Alexia said you were invited to a birthday party by an online friend. What’s his username?
Next day…I arrived at the office as usual, but today I was escorted by Erick since Japhet had left early. The moment I walked in, I felt the curious stares of Alexia and several other female employees burning into my back. Their eyes made me uncomfortable, but I kept my head high and continued wal







