The night air was cool against Scarlett’s skin as she stepped out onto the penthouse balcony, the lights of Manhattan twinkling like scattered diamonds. Her fingers gripped the railing, knuckles whitening, as the heaviness of the day settled over her shoulders.Edward was asleep in the next room, a soft sigh leaving his tiny lips as he dreamed, oblivious to the storm swirling around his parents. Scarlett’s eyes glistened as she looked up at the moon, whispering, “I’m trying, baby. I’m trying to make this world safer for you.”Behind her, the glass door slid open with a quiet hiss. Sebastian stepped out, his presence a comforting warmth against the cold. His hair was tousled from running his hand through it too many times, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his stoic mask.“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, a rasp of exhaustion and concern.Scarlett swallowed, blinking away the tears. “It’s quiet now. Too quiet. I keep thinking about wh
In the early dawn, the city was covered in a soft mist, but beneath it, danger slithered unseen. Vincent Delacroix was not a man who took humiliation lightly, and the raid on his shipment was a direct insult to his power.He would not let it stand.Vincent sat in the dark, the glow of the city outside his penthouse windows reflecting off the whiskey in his glass. His eyes were cold, his jaw tight as he replayed the footage sent by one of his spies.Sebastian Hale. Damien. Scarlett.“They think they’ve won,” Vincent sneered, swirling the drink before setting it down. He turned to his right-hand man, Viktor, who waited silently.“Bring her in,” Vincent ordered.The door opened, and a woman was shoved forward. Her hair was tangled, eyes red from crying. It was Nina, Edward’s nanny and Scarlett’s friend.“Please… don’t hurt me,” Nina begged.Vincent leaned forward, his voice calm, cold. “You’re going to deliver a message for me.”Scarlett was in the kitchen with Edward, trying to keep his
The darkness over Pier 47 was thick, the smell of salt, gasoline, and rain-soaked iron hanging heavy in the air. Shadows moved beneath the towering cranes, and the hum of engines idling in the distance was a quiet threat.Sebastian adjusted the earpiece in his ear, eyes scanning the docks from the rooftop vantage point, his black tactical gear blending into the night. Scarlett’s voice crackled softly through his comm:“You have four men near Container 12B. Another patrol heading east.”Her calm voice steadied him in the chaos, reminding him what he was fighting for.Below, Damien led the small infiltration team, his movements efficient, his eyes sharp as he signaled to his men. The plan was clear: secure the shipment, extract the evidence, and intercept Vincent’s men before they could move it or set it ablaze to destroy proof.In the surveillance van nearby, Scarlett sat with screens flickering before her, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she tapped into the port’s camera feeds
Thunder rumbled above Manhattan as rain splattered against the penthouse windows, drumming like war drums for the storm brewing in their lives.Sebastian stood before the wall of screens in Damien’s hidden operations room, maps, shipment schedules, and satellite images displayed in real-time. Every detail was a piece of the puzzle they needed to finally corner Vincent Delacroix.Scarlett entered, damp from the rain, her hair curling around her cheeks. She dropped a bag on the table, her eyes meeting Sebastian’s with calm determination.“Edward called,” she said, handing him a burner phone. “He’s ready. He has everything, but he’s terrified.”“Good,” Damien muttered, glancing up from the laptop he was monitoring. “Fear makes people honest.”Scarlett shot him a look before turning back to Sebastian. “This is our chance. Once we take Vincent down, the families aligned with him will scatter.”Sebastian nodded, his eyes scanning the map highlighting the shipment dock at Pier 47. “The shipm
Sebastian stood at the tall windows of the penthouse, the city lights glittering below, mocking the storm brewing inside him.Scarlett sat silently on the couch, arms wrapped around herself as she tried to process the weight of what Dr. Harlow had confessed. Every breath felt heavy, every memory of her mother’s laughter tinged with the realization that it was stolen because of greed and the Carlyle name was tied to it.“Sebastian.” Her voice broke the silence, soft but unyielding.He turned, his jaw tense, eyes red-rimmed. “Scarlett, I didn’t know. I need you to believe that.”“I do,” she whispered. “But you need to understand what this means.”His hands clenched at his sides. “It means that everything I thought I knew about my father was a lie.”She rose, walking toward him until she was close enough to feel the warmth of him. “And it means that taking Vincent down will tear apart what’s left of your family’s empire.”His eyes met hers, dark and determined. “Then let it burn.”A knoc
The room was cold, but sweat still dripped down Dr. Harlow’s face as he sat tied to the chair, the harsh light above illuminating every tremble of his lips.Damien leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. Lena stood by with her tablet, recording everything.Scarlett paced slowly in front of Dr. Harlow, the sound of her boots on the concrete floor echoing with every step. Sebastian stood by the doorway, his gaze fixed on Scarlett, ready to intervene if she lost control.“Start talking,” Scarlett said, her voice calm, but her fingers twitched with restrained fury.Dr. Harlow swallowed hard, his eyes darting between them. “Your mother… she was investigating Vincent’s trafficking and laundering. She found out that some of the funds were being siphoned through accounts connected to your father’s associates, Miss Hayes.”Scarlett’s brows furrowed. “And?”Dr. Harlow’s voice cracked. “Those accounts were connected to the Carlyle family… Sebastian’s father. They w