Mag-log inI went towards my brothers’ room and stopped by the door.I hadn’t meant to listen.But their voices held me there.“I always wanted Renz to be strong,” James was saying. “To be protected. But somewhere along the line… I thought he was doing too much. Carrying too much.”He paused. “Now I see it clearly. He’s exactly where he’s meant to be. He found his purpose.”Leonard sighed. “This life suits him. But what we did—what we didn’t do—was unfair. We were careless with him.”“The business was heavy,” Leonard continued. “No one thought Renz could lose everything that fast.”James answered quietly, “Power twists things. Renz had influence… but he also had enemies. People who hated him more than we knew.”There was a short silence.“Thank God he survived,” James said. “Let’s hope things go as planned this time.”“But it couldn’t have been easy,” Leonard added. “Leaving your family.”I stepped in then.“Yeah,” I said calmly. “How are they doing?”Both of them turned fast.“Renz—” James brea
The table was full.James. Leonard.Bianca. Rob.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.I sat at the head of the table, hands steady, spine straight, while every pair of eyes stayed on me like they were staring at a ghost that refused to disappear. No one spoke. Even Marco was quiet. The air felt heavy—thick with shock, doubt, relief, fear.I cleared my throat.“Thank you for coming,” I said calmly. “I know it wasn’t easy. And as you can see… I’m alive and whole.”No one smiled. No one relaxed. They were still trying to convince themselves this wasn’t a trick of the mind.Rob leaned back first, eyes narrowing.“Honestly, Renz,” he said slowly, “I always knew I’d die before you. So you surviving doesn’t shock me.” His gaze dragged over me. “But you look nothing like the man I remember.”Leonard dropped his eyes.“I only found out recently,” he said quietly. “James told me. I’m sorry, Renz. I failed you as a brother.”James nodded, guilt written all over his face.“I tried reaching Marc
*Six Months Later*Renz's PovMarco stood across the table, calm as ever.“Everything’s moving,” he said. “Our guest will arrive soon.”I exhaled slowly, letting the breath steady the storm in my chest. Then I asked the only thing that mattered.“And Nyx?”Marco didn’t rush his answer. That alone told me enough.“She’s been found. Gabriel moved her to a quiet siren zone outside town. Heavy watch. He’s keeping her there.The words landed hard. I didn’t let it show.Didn’t tighten my jaw. Didn’t clench my fists.But inside, something dark shifted.I breathed slowly. “So. What’s the plan?”“I’m still working the entrance,” Marco replied. “Once I reach her, everything speeds up.”I turned away, staring at the far wall. Images pressed into my head—Nyx trapped, watched, breathing under another man’s roof.“I’m holding back because you asked me to,” I said quietly. “Otherwise, I’d burn that bastard’s world in one night.”Marco shook his head. “That won’t give you peace.”I looked at him.“Th
The study was quiet and Elena stood before me. Too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed on the chest. I leaned back in my chair and watched her face. “How is she?” I asked. Elena hesitated. That alone told me everything. “She barely speaks,” she said softly. “She doesn’t eat unless I beg her. She just… sits there. Staring. Some days, I’m not even sure she hears me.” I nodded once, slow. “She’ll come around,” I said. “Grief needs time.” Elena’s eyes lifted to mine, full of doubt. “With respect, sir… I’ve been there. I lost a child too. Living like this—” she shook her head. “It kills you slowly.” Her words landed, but I didn’t let them show. “Try harder,” I said calmly. “Don’t give up on her. Everything will settle with time.” She didn’t look convinced. I studied her for a moment, then spoke again, quieter. “You know what Nyx means to me now, don’t you?” Elena said nothing. “I intend to make this work,” I continued. “For real this time. She will wake up from this nigh
Gabriel’s PovThe place was a mess.I stood there with Sandro and a few of the men, staring at what was left...trying to understand what I was seeing. Drawers torn out. The safe empty. Blood dried into the floor like a warning carved in red.“How did this happen?” I asked.Sandro shook his head. “I got here the same way you did. Everything was already gone.”I stayed quiet for a moment, then asked, “Do you have anyone in mind?”Sandro hesitated. “Aside from our own men… only people close to Renz would know about that safe. His old allies.”I exhaled slowly. “Marco is still walking free.” My jaw tightened. “If he’s the one stirring this shit, he should’ve stayed hidden. I won’t miss him twice.”Sandro scoffed. “Or maybe”—he paused—“maybe Nyx isn’t as innocent as she looks. Maybe she—”I turned on him. “Nyx is mine to handle,” I cut in coldly. “Watch your mouth. I'll look into her myself. ”The air went tight. Heavy.Then my phone rang.Elena.“What is it?” I demanded the second I answ
Nyx's PovI went to my room not long after Gabe left.He had taken a few things and walked out with his men like nothing had happened. I felt a small wave of relief wash over me. Whatever dark plans he had cooked in his mind were cut short—but I still wondered what could have scared him enough to leave so suddenly.I brushed the thought away.My day was already heavy. Gabe didn’t deserve more space in my head. Whatever problem he had run into, he would deal with it himself. Men like him never knew peace anyway.I stepped into my room and decided I needed a hot bath. My body ached, my mind even worse.In the bathroom, I paused in front of the mirror. My eyes looked tired. Older. I glanced down at my belly—rounder now, unmistakable. My hand moved there on instinct.“Daddy’s gone,” I whispered softly. “And I miss him so much.”My chest tightened, but I forced a small smile for the baby.And the thought of my little girl?Leaving her again had torn something open inside me. Walking back i







