LOGINThe night was alive with engines and the metallic scent of anticipation. Lucien’s convoy moved fast, lights cutting through the darkness like blades. Every man in the vehicles was sharp, armed, and ready for blood.“Navarro estate,” he growled, voice low but lethal. “We hit hard, precise. No mistakes. She’s alive. She’s mine. And anyone standing in our way… dies.”The men exchanged glances, nodding. Orders were crisp, rehearsed, and deadly. Lucien’s focus was absolute, every thought consumed by one goal: Emilia.He clenched the steering wheel, jaw tight. He had left nothing to chance, every route, every escape path, every guard’s routine had been analyzed. “I want eyes on his estate before we move in,” he barked. “We cannot afford surprises. Send the drones in."Behind him, the city lights blurred, the engines roaring. He thought of her, Emilia, fierce, untamed, and unstoppable even when captured. The convoy neared the estate. Shadows stretched across the walls and grounds. Lights fr
The room was quiet, deceptively calm. Raul Navarro lounged in a chair, confident, unguarded, just for a moment.Emilia’s heart raced, her pulse echoing in her ears, but her mind was sharp, focused. She knew exactly how to bait him, how to manipulate the situation.“You know,” she began, voice soft, careful, “I could help you. I know Lucien… he’s not perfect. We’ve had our… differences. He betrayed me, left me vulnerable. And now you know he’s looking elsewhere, Kira.”Navarro’s eyebrows flicked, the smallest crack in his armor. “Is that so?” he said, leaning back, intrigued. “You think I don’t know about the tension? You think you can play me?”Emilia stepped closer, a slow, controlled movement. “I can. I will. You just have to trust me a little.”He laughed softly, shaking his head, letting his guard down. “Bold girl. Perhaps too bold.”And that was her opening.In a single, fluid motion, Emilia dove forward, grabbing his gun from its holster. The weight in her hand was familiar, com
Lucien stood in the center of his study, the faint glow of the city spilling through the tall windows. Kira’s words still echoed in his mind: Raul Navarro had taken Emilia. He is her captor. He knew what Emilia is to him. For a heartbeat, Lucien simply stared at the floor, fists clenched, his mind spinning with a storm of emotions, relief, rage, obsession.Raul Navarro. Loyal, cunning, and invisible until now. The thought that he had orchestrated Emilia’s abduction without his knowledge both infuriated and fascinated him.“Damn it!” he growled, slamming a fist on the desk. The papers and maps scattered, fluttering across the floor like wounded birds. Every fiber of him screamed. How dare him?His breathing was heavy, controlled chaos beneath the surface. Lucien’s mind raced, tactical scenarios and possible outcomes flashing like strobe lights. He could feel the obsession clawing deeper, every second Emilia was out of reach, every decision made without him, every heartbeat that wasn’
The streets were quiet now, the danger temporarily behind her, but Kira didn’t relax. Every shadow could still hide a threat. Every whisper could carry betrayal.She moved swiftly, slipping back into the estate through the secret tunnel. Her footsteps were silent, practiced, familiar. No one noticed her return, no one could intercept her.Once inside, she moved directly to her bedroom. The door closed behind her with a soft click. The dim light of the room did little to ease the tension in her chest.Her bag hit the floor with a soft thud, but she didn’t pause to breathe. Not yet. She needed to relay what she had learned. Every second counted.She took a moment, glancing at the shadows of the room, then picked up her phone and signaled for Lucien’s men.Within minutes, they arrived. Two of his most trusted men, silent and efficient. They moved with purpose, carrying themselves as extensions of Lucien’s will.Kira stood and looked at them, voice low and urgent. “Get him here. Now. He n
The room was dim, silent except for the faint drip of water somewhere in the corner. Emilia had stopped counting the hours long ago. Hunger and thirst were minor compared to the gnawing frustration that clawed at her mind. She paced in the small space, restless, aching for action, for any clue, for… freedom.A subtle noise at the door made her freeze.The lock clicked. The door creaked open.A man stepped in, tall, calm, his presence commanding in a way that made her instincts flare.“Raul Navarro,” she said automatically, her tone a mixture of wariness and surprise. She was shocked and did not expect that he would ever betray Lucien. And somehow Emilia is curious as why, he would put himself in such position when he could have easily gain Lucien's favor. He gave her a slow, sardonic smile. “I didn’t expect such a warm welcome.”Emilia’s hands instinctively flexed. “There is nothing warm about it. What do you want?”He shook his head, taking a slow step closer. “It’s a shame,” he sai
The mansion disappeared behind her as Kira moved quickly through the dark streets. Every shadow felt like it was watching her, every step measured, every breath controlled. She knew exactly where she was headed, Celia’s place.Celia, the woman who could make or break a life with a whisper, a glance, or a price tag. She was influential, greedy, and ruthless. And Kira knew her well enough to slip past her defenses and into her bedroom without alerting anyone.Celia wasn’t in the room. The shower ran in the background. Kira leaned against the doorframe, waiting. The steam swirled, masking her presence perfectly.Finally, the water stopped. Celia emerged, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping, eyes wide as they landed on Kira.“K-Kira?” Celia stammered, half shocked, half suspicious. “I thought… you just… disappeared from the surface of the earth. Rumors said you were hiding in… in Lucien Moretti’s mansion.”Kira smirked faintly, stepping fully into the room. “Mind your business, Celia. I







