LOGINThe night did not feel like it belonged to the living. It stretched endlessly beyond the walls of the safe house, heavy and suffocating, as if something unseen had already begun to move beneath the surface of the city. Aruna stood by the window, staring at the distant lights that once felt ordinary. Now, every flicker seemed like a signal. Every shadow, a threat. The truth Marco had revealed hours ago refused to settle inside her. It circled her thoughts like a storm she couldn’t escape—her mother was alive. Not missing. Not lost. Hidden. And someone had decided she would never know. Aruna pressed her palm lightly against the glass, her reflection faint against the city’s glow. For years, she had mourned someone who was never truly gone. She had cried over a grave that might not even hold a body. She had believed in an ending that had been carefully scripted for her. The weight of that realization didn’t just hurt—it hollowed her. It made everything she thought she understood fe
The silence inside the room did not feel empty. It felt alive, pressing against Aruna’s chest, tightening with every second that passed after Marco’s words. Her mother… alive. The sentence refused to settle inside her mind, as if her thoughts rejected it before it could become real. For years, she had built her life around that loss. Every decision, every sacrifice, every moment of pain had been anchored to the belief that her mother was gone. That she had died on that cold operating table, leaving Aruna alone in a world that never cared whether she survived or not. And now, in a single breath, everything was being rewritten.“That’s not possible,” Aruna said, but even to her own ears, the words sounded weak. Fragile. As if she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.Dante didn’t respond immediately. He was watching Marco, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable. When Dante stayed silent, it was never because he didn’t have something to
The tunnel stretched endlessly ahead.Dark.Silent.Breathing with the slow drip of water against ancient stone.Alina walked beside him.Not restrained.Not forced.But every instinct in her body screamed the same truth—She couldn’t escape him even if she tried.The Ghost moved like he belonged to the darkness.Every step quiet.Every motion controlled.Like the world itself adjusted around him.Alina kept her pace steady.“You always kidnap people like this?”His voice came calmly.“You’re not tied.”“That’s not the point.”“You walked with me.”“Because the alternative was you dragging me.”A faint pause.Then—“Fair.”They turned into a narrower corridor.The air grew colder.Alina crossed her arms slightly.“Where are we going?”“A quieter place.”“This isn’t quiet enough for you?”“No.”“Why?”“Because I don’t like interruptions.”That made her uneasy.“You killed three hunters without blinking.”“Yes.”“And you’re worried about interruptions?”“Yes.”“That’s… disturbing.”He d
The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire.Like the air itself was holding its breath.Alina leaned against the cold stone wall, her chest still rising and falling too fast.“He just… left.”Lena crossed her arms, watching the tunnel where he had vanished.“That’s not something he usually does.”Arun didn’t respond.His eyes were still locked on the darkness.Calculating.Replaying every second.Alina pushed herself upright.“Okay. Enough mystery.”Her voice was steadier now.“You’re both going to start explaining things.”Arun finally looked at her.“What do you want to know?”“Everything.”“That’s not possible.”“Then start with the part where I’m apparently the center of a war I didn’t sign up for.”Lena smirked faintly.“I like her.”Arun ignored that.He walked toward the center of the chamber, the faint light catching the tension in his face.“Victor isn’t just trying to kill me,” he said.“You’ve said that already.”“He’s trying to dismantle ever
The echo of the gunshot still lingered in the underground chamber.One body lay motionless on the cold stone floor.The other two hunters stood frozen—caught between instinct and fear.And in the center of it all…The Ghost stood like he owned the night.Alina’s pulse hammered in her ears.He had just killed one of his own “competitors” without hesitation.No warning.No emotion.Just efficiency.Arun’s voice cut through the silence.“You’re thinning the competition.”The Ghost tilted his head slightly.“I don’t like distractions.”One of the remaining hunters snapped out of his shock and raised his weapon.“You think you’re untouchable?!”He fired.The bullet sliced through the air—But the Ghost had already moved.Fast.Too fast.A single step to the side.A slight turn.The shot missed completely.Before the hunter could react—Another shot rang out.Clean.Precise.He dropped instantly.The last hunter panicked.He turned and ran back into the tunnel—A mistake.The Ghost didn’t e
The cold metal of the maintenance walkway vibrated beneath Alina’s hands as she steadied herself.Above them, the bridge still echoed with distant movement—Arun’s soldiers regrouping, searching for the invisible sniper who had turned their battlefield into a shooting range.But down here, beneath the bridge, the world felt strangely quiet.Too quiet.Alina looked up toward the dark skyline.“You really think we can hunt him?”Arun was already moving along the narrow walkway, his movements controlled and deliberate.“Yes.”“That man just killed three of your soldiers from nearly a kilometer away.”“Yes.”“And you’re not reconsidering this plan?”“No.”She exhaled sharply.“You’re impossible.”Behind them, Lena followed with casual ease, as if being hunted by the world’s deadliest assassin was simply another Tuesday evening.“I warned you,” Lena said lightly.“Once the Ghost takes a contract, the city becomes his playground.”Arun stopped walking.He pulled out the encrypted tablet agai
The Truth He Never Wanted Her to Know**“Who ordered my mother’s surgery?”The question hung in the air like smoke after a gunshot.
The wind swept across the bridge, cold and restless.For a moment, no one spoke.The name The Ghost hung in the air like a quiet death sentence.Alina looked between Arun and Lena.Neither of them seemed surprised.But something had changed in Arun’s expression.Something darker.“You’re sure?” Aru
Gunfire echoed across the bridge.The first assassin screamed as he collapsed, clutching his bleeding shoulder.Panic exploded among the remaining riders.“Sniper!” one of them shouted.Another dove behind his motorcycle, firing blindly toward the shadows beneath the bridge.But it was too late.Ar
Arun didn’t answer immediately.Victor’s voice lingered through the phone like smoke—calm, patient, dangerously amused.Inside the car, the city lights slid across the windshield as Arun pulled to the side of the bridge and stopped the engine.Silence filled the vehicle.Alina could hear her own he


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