Killian’s PovThe house was quiet, almost too quiet, and it gave me too much time to think. I sat in the study with a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the dark liquid swirling in the glass. My mind wouldn’t just rest.My assistant had been in earlier that day, bringing me news from the company. He had spoken carefully, like he was afraid of how I might react. And maybe he had every reason to be cautious, because what he said left me unsettled.Apparently, the production team had been raising complaints. Their new ideas, designs, strategies, even entire concepts were somehow being produced by other companies in different cities. Not here, not anywhere close. Far away. That made it even stranger.“How is that possible?” I muttered to myself, pressing the rim of the glass against my lips but not drinking.My assistant had no answers, only worried expressions and a reminder that the team was growing restless.I leaned back in the chair and took a deep gulp of whiskey. The burn felt
Serena’s PovThe meeting had gone well, and after dismissing the production team, I returned to my office. My desk was already stacked with files that had piled up during my absence. I sighed, lowering myself into the leather chair, and started flipping through the documents.The familiar rhythm of work made me feel alive again. Barcelona had been a sweet escape, but this? Running my company, making decisions, seeing my ideas come alive, this was who I was, what makes me happy.Hours passed quickly. By the time I looked up at the clock, it was already evening. I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes, then picked up my phone. Jackson had been waiting for my answer about dinner.Then I typed a quick message to him.“Where do you want us to meet?”Not even five minutes passed before his reply popped up.“Let’s meet at Le Mirage. 8 p.m. I’ll make a reservation.”Le Mirage was one of the newer restaurants in the city, fancy but not over-the-top. I had heard good reviews about their fo
Serena's PovThe next morning, sunlight poured through the curtains, making the bedroom glow in soft gold. I turned slowly, my body still tired from the night before, but my heart lighter than ever. Beside me, Adrien was still half-asleep, his arm draped lazily over my waist.I smiled, brushing my fingers gently over his hand. For the first time in what felt like forever in Barcelona, I felt a sense of normalcy. We were home, safe and together.I slipped carefully out of bed and padded towards the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I caught a glimpse of something I hadn’t seen in a while; it was that look of happiness. My lips curved into a small smile as I washed up, determined to carry that energy into the day.By the time I walked out, Adrien was already stretching on the bed. His messy hair made him look boyish, though his eyes still carried the intensity that always made my heart beat.“You’re up early,” he teased, his voice still husky with sleep.“I’ve missed work
Serena's PovThe moment I turned with the bag in my hand, Jackson was standing right there at the end of the aisle. His eyes widened, shock flickering across his face.“Serena?” His voice came out like a question, raw and uncertain.I froze for a second. Of all the places in New York, of all the timing, I had to run into him here in a small store.“Jackson,” I said quietly. My tone was flat, but my heart was beating much faster than I wanted it to.He stepped closer, studying me like he wasn’t sure I was real.“Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting, you just disappeared.”I clutched the bag tighter.“I was away on a trip,” I responded to him.“A trip?” His brows drew together. “Your number was blocked. I thought something happened to you.”I shrugged, forcing calmness into my voice.“It was deliberate. I didn’t want any disturbance. I wanted peace.”“Peace?” He sounded half hurt, half incredulous. “You couldn’t have just told me that?”“No, Jackson,” I replied firmly. “Th
Serena's PovThe sunlight streamed through the small airplane window, painting the clouds in gold. I leaned my head against Adrien’s shoulder, the hum of the engines a steady reminder that we were finally leaving Barcelona behind. My chest felt lighter than it had in days. The nightmare was over, for now.Adrien glanced at me, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. “You’re awfully quiet,” he said softly.I turned my face to him, smiling back. “I’m just happy. Happy to be going home, and that you’re with me.”He chuckled, though it was weak, like he hadn’t fully regained his strength. “You make it sound like we just came back from a holiday.”“Well,” I teased, “minus the kidnappings, the fights, and the endless running, it wasn’t too bad.”He shook his head, but his hand found mine and squeezed it gently. I wanted to ask him everything, the truth about the syndicate, what secrets he was holding, why they wanted him so badly. But every time I started, his expression darkened, and I
Serena's Pov The night smelled of rust and salt, the kind that clings to the air near old docks. I could hear the water slapping against the posts and the faint groan of ropes holding the ships steady. My heart thudded so hard I was afraid it would give us away. Somewhere in one of those warehouses, Adrien was waiting, or worse, running out of time.“We don’t have enough time,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on the moving shadows ahead.Rafael crouched beside me, his sharp gaze sweeping the busy docks. Even in the dim light, his presence felt steady, like stone in a storm. “The main warehouse,” he murmured, pointing towards the largest building at the far end. “That’s where they’ll keep him until the ship leaves.”Marco, who had seemed like he was a little reluctant ever since he knew what it could take to save Adrien, moved uncomfortably behind us. His breathing was quick and shallow. “That place is crawling with guards. We’ll never make it.”“We don’t have a choice,” I said firmly.