登入Eden’s POVThe strategy meeting had drained every remaining reserve of energy from the house. Plans were set, teams assigned, and the first coordinated strikes against Marcus’s network scheduled to begin before dawn. When the others finally left the study, the silence that replaced their voices felt almost physical.Daddy closed the door and locked it with a decisive click. For a long moment he simply looked at me across the room, the weight of everything Marcus had said still hanging between us like smoke. Then he crossed the space in three long strides and pulled me hard against him.“He used my name for you,” he said, his voice low and rough with restrained fury. “He tried to step into something that belongs only here. Only to me.”I nodded against his chest, my fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his shirt. “I hated the way it sounded in his mouth. It felt like he was touching me without permission.”Daddy’s hand slid into my hair, gripping firmly as he tilted my head back
Eden’s POVThe call from Marcus had left a different kind of silence in the house. It was not the shocked quiet that followed Anja’s confession or the tense stillness after the photograph. This silence felt heavier, more deliberate, as if every person in the estate was recalibrating what the war now required.Daddy had not spoken much after the line went dead. He had simply looked at me for a long moment, then given quiet orders. Jonas and Silas were already bringing the two men in from the city. Daniel and Michael were preparing the secure room in the basement level—the one with no windows, reinforced walls, and recording systems that never left the property. Felix had been told to stay in the main house under watch. Luca was coordinating external quiet inquiries.I stood in the study with Daddy while we waited. The photograph still lay face-down on the desk. I had not looked at it again since the call.“He used the name only you call me,” I said quietly.Daddy’s jaw flexed once. “I
Jonas’s POVThe trail on Erik Reiter went cold twice before it finally burned hot again.Michael’s team had tracked the last small payment to a prepaid card used at a gas station on the northern edge of the city. From there the cameras picked him up moving on foot, hood up, head down, staying off the main roads. By the time we had a solid location—an abandoned maintenance shed near the old rail yards—night had already settled in.Silas drove. I sat in the passenger seat with a tablet open, watching the live drone feed. Two of our security men followed in a second vehicle. The plan was simple: isolate, extract, interrogate. No noise if we could help it.“He’s alone,” Silas said, eyes on the road. “No heat signatures nearby except him.”I nodded. “We go in quiet. I want him talking, not bleeding out before he gives us Marcus.”We parked two streets away and moved in on foot. The shed sat under a broken streetlight, its metal door half off the hinges. Inside, a single battery lantern thr
Eden’s POVMorning light cut across the study in thin, pale lines. The photograph still lay on the desk where I had left it the night before, the image of myself on the balcony now feeling less like paper and more like a wound that refused to close. Someone had stood close enough or used equipment precise enough to capture a private moment that should have been impossible to reach. Anja’s access had already been severed by then. That single fact sat in the center of everything like a stone.Daniel arrived first, tablet in hand, followed by Michael. Daddy came in a moment later, his presence filling the room without effort. Jonas and Silas joined shortly after, still carrying the residual tension from Hamburg. Luca remained quieter than usual. Felix stood near the wall, arms crossed, eyes shadowed with the same guilt that had followed him for days.“We have something,” Daniel said. He projected a series of images onto the large screen. “The photograph was taken from the northeast tree
Eden’s POVThe hours after Luca left the study stretched into a restless night. Sleep refused to settle properly. Every time my eyes closed, the same images returned: Marcus’s invisible hand closing around the family, the freeze on the Zurich accounts, the threat delivered in the Hamburg rain, and the cold certainty that someone inside our walls had opened a door for him. By dawn the estate felt smaller, as if the extra guards and tightened protocols had compressed the air itself.I rose early, dressed in dark trousers and a soft black sweater, and went straight to the operations room Michael had converted on the lower floor. Daniel was already there, sleeves rolled up, eyes fixed on three glowing screens. Michael sat beside him, fingers flying across a keyboard, the glow of code and logs reflecting in his glasses.“Show me,” I said without preamble.Daniel turned one monitor toward me. Lines of access timestamps, IP traces, and file pathways filled the display. “We narrowed the anoma
Eden’s POVThe morning after Jonas and Silas returned from Hamburg, the house felt different. Security was everywhere. Guards walked the perimeter in pairs. Cameras were checked every hour. The air itself seemed tighter, heavier with the knowledge that Marcus had marked me as a target and that someone inside our circle might be helping him.Daddy called a smaller meeting in the study — just him, Daniel, Jonas, Silas, Luca, Felix, and me. The large family meetings were becoming too emotional. This one needed to be cold and precise.“We start with the leak,” Daddy said. His voice was low and absolute. “No one is above suspicion. Not staff, not security, not even the people in this room.”Daniel placed a tablet on the desk. “Michael and I have already begun cross-checking access logs. Three people accessed financial files they shouldn’t have in the last ten days. One of them is a junior accountant we’ve used for years. The other two… are still being identified.”Jonas’s eyes flicked towa
Daniel’s POVThe water of the pool was still vibrating with the aftershocks of her release, the turquoise surface shimmering under the midday sun. I watched the way Eden leaned against Silas, her body limp and pliant, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful rose. She looked like a masterpiece that had f
Eden’s POVThe master suite was quiet at 3:00 AM. I was awake between Daniel and Silas. I did not care about the time. I needed to know if I belonged to both of them. I turned to Daniel. He was on my left. I reached under the duvet and found his massive cock. It was already hard and heavy in my han
Daniel’s POVThe basement of my estate did not smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, there was the scent of beeswax, old money, and Eden’s floral perfume. Down here, behind the soundproofed steel door, the air was cold, sterile, and smelled faintly of copper and industrial cleaner.It was a p
Daniel's POVI slept like a fucking baby. No nightmares, just black, heavy sleep that knocked me out cold the second my head hit the pillow.Which was ironic, considering the chaos that had detonated in my head the night before. And then I woke up to a hard dick, like I was some sort of teenager. I







