Lena POV: ---The mansion had fallen silent once more.Too silent.Not the calming sort of quiet. The kind that wrapped around me like a shroud, making me feel like I was being watched. As if some unseen presence lurked just out of view, waiting for me to make a move.I hadn’t enjoyed a decent night’s sleep in days. Every time I shut my eyes, there was Emma, standing in a dim corridor. She never spoke. Just gazed at me, her expression pleading for help. Then I would jolt awake, sweaty, trembling, the sheets twisted messily around me.This morning was no different. I slipped out of bed before dawn, weary yet restless.I headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto my face, hoping it would wake me up.That was when I noticed it.Sitting beside the sink.A bracelet.Old leather, worn and familiar.Mine.I hadn’t seen it since I cleared out my apartment. I thought it was gone for good.I stood frozen, just staring.My heart raced as I felt the skin on my body tighten. I carefully pi
**Lena POV:* The mansion felt unusually quiet that morning.Not the calm kind of quiet, though. No, this stillness had an unsettling quality that made the hair on my arms stand on end, a clear sign that something was off.I shuffled towards the window, dragging my blanket along. The sky was a dull gray, as if it were contemplating a downpour but hadn’t yet decided. I pressed my palm against the icy glass.My breath fogged up the window.It struck me as lonely.A faint sound broke my reverie, but it wasn’t a knock.It was softer, a shuffle or a slip.I turned just in time to see a corner of white disappearing beneath my door.I blinked.For a moment, I froze. Then, cautiously, I made my way over, my bare feet cool against the marble floor.The note was unadorned, folded twice. My name was written in thick black ink across the front: *Lena.*There was no seal, no familiar handwriting. I flipped it over once, then a second time.Finally, I opened it.> “He didn’t just hide your sister.
Lena POV: ---The dream made no sense at all.Cane was at one end of the hallway, standing there with rain-soaked clothes and his hand reaching out toward me. His eyes were agitated, filled with a mix of pleading, anger, and desperation.I could feel Dominic behind me. He was silent and still, not touching me, but close enough that I could feel his warmth radiating toward me.“Come with me,” Cane urged. “You don’t belong in this place.”Dominic remained silent, just staring at me like I was already his, as if I had always belonged to him.“I can keep you safe,” Cane insisted, taking a step closer. “I’ve always protected you.”But when I glanced back, Dominic was cradling something in his arms. A baby. Our baby.He locked eyes with mine. “If you leave, don’t expect to return.”And that’s when the hallway ignited in flames.---I jolted awake, gasping for breath.My hands instinctively found my belly, it was still soft, still mine.No flames. No Cane. No Dominic.Just me in my room, th
Dominic POV: ---The car's gentle hum wrapped around me, yet my mind was anything but tranquil.I gazed out the window, not really taking in the trees rushing by, just blurs of color and a sense of motion, a feeling of distance.Distance from her.From Lena.Even when we were under the same roof, I could feel her drifting away, layer by layer, moment by moment.And the hardest part?I couldn’t hold it against her.---The private clinic was hidden away in the hills, without any signs or onlookers. Everything felt coded and discreet, just the way I preferred it.The nurse at the front desk greeted me with a stiff smile as I walked in.“Mr. Knight,” she said. “She’s awake. You can head right in.”I nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything; my throat felt tighter than I anticipated.Why was I so uneasy?She wasn’t my sister.She didn’t belong to me.She was Lena’s.Yet, I had cared for her for years. I signed the papers, covered the bills, and spent countless hours in waiting ro
Cane POV: ---It had been nine days.Nine long days filled with silence.I hadn’t received any word from the people I had hired, those I had embedded in Dominic’s team, whose job was to keep me posted about Lena.They had gone completely silent.And this wasn’t just a case of them being lazy or running late.No, it felt like something significant had shifted.I sat in the back of my car, parked on the outskirts of a run-down neighborhood, keeping a close watch on the street. I was waiting. Exhausted. Frustrated. Anxious.Then, at last, there was a sign.A short, wiry man with a limp rounded the corner, trying his best to appear nonchalant. He used to be a groundskeeper for Dominic’s family estate until they cut him off. Now he owed me, and I had been eager to get my due.“Cane,” he greeted me with a brief nod.“What’s going on?” I asked as I got out of the car and approached him.He seemed nervous. “It’s not good.”“Spit it out.”“I’ve been shut out. We all have,” he confessed. “Domi
Lena POV: ---I lay on my back, gazing at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with my eyes. I wasn’t quite sure what I was searching for—perhaps a distraction or maybe just trying to occupy my mind with nothing at all. The room was enveloped in a thick quietness. It didn’t feel soothing; it felt heavy, a silence that pressed down on me, making each breath a bit harder to take. Sleep eluded me. I remained still and weary, listening to Dominic’s rhythmic breaths beside me. His hand rested on my stomach, warm and unmoving, as if it naturally belonged there. Like everything that had transpired over the past day had somehow vanished. As if the events of the last twenty-four hours hadn’t shifted the dynamic between us entirely. I felt the urge to pull away. But I didn’t. Not because I felt alright. But because the thought of moving seemed too overwhelming, too noisy, too definitive. So I stayed put. Just staring, waiting, gripping the blanket as if it could anchor me to reality. One