The assurance of a new beginning and the remnants of history were highlighted in a soft golden glow as dawn broke over the vast estate. Freda situated herself at the brink of the balcony, looking out towards the horizon. Her mind was anchored by the constant noise of the waves hitting the jagged shore beneath. Weeks had gone by since the truth was uncovered to everyone. Despite being held responsible for her family's wrongdoings for several weeks, she continued to feel the weight of their decisions bearing down on her. Nevertheless, the atmosphere has shifted now. An alteration. A breath of optimism. The hush was interrupted by the gentle noise of footsteps trailing her. Williams stood there, both reassuring and authoritative. She was pulled back against his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist. He stated, "You're overthinking it." Smiling, she nestled into his embrace. "I can't prevent it." I constantly have thoughts. Nonetheless, you are right. I've been attempting to fix
The Harrington Estate was burning.From the war roomâs shattered windows, Freda could see the inferno crawling across the eastern wing, smoke billowing like a signal to every rival who had ever watched the empire. Firefighters battled the blaze, but they were lateâdeliberately delayed, most likely by Selene and the faction loyal to Cassianâs legacy.Freda turned from the window, her face streaked with soot and determination.âThe vault is waking up,â Grace said from the console. âWhatever Cassian programmed into Protocol Eclipseâitâs already executing.ââWhat happens if it finishes?â Elias asked, standing beside his sister.Graceâs voice was grim. âEverything Harrington collapses. The companies, the foundations, the inheritance. Our accounts, trusts, holdingsâburned to digital ash. You wonât inherit a legacy. Youâll inherit ruin.âWilliams reached for Fredaâs hand. âThereâs still time. If we access the core before the final phase, we can override itâbut only if both of you enter the b
The room fell into absolute silence.Freda stood, stunned, unable to form words. Her gaze locked with the stranger at her doorâno, not a stranger. Not anymore. His face wasnât just familiarâit was known. Like a dream half-remembered, engraved deep into the soul.âIââ she started, but her throat tightened.The young man stepped into the room. His movements were careful, calculated, as though afraid the moment would shatter if he moved too quickly. He looked about her ageâtall, lean, a quiet intensity behind gray eyes that mirrored Jonathan Harringtonâs.âIâm sorry to just... show up like this,â he said quietly. âBut my name is Elias Jonathan Harrington. And I think Iâm your twin brother.âThe name hit her like a hurricane. Elias Jonathan. Named after both their father and grandfatherâan ironic twist if it werenât so heartbreakingly true.âHow did you find me?â Freda finally managed.He reached into his coat and pulled out a weathered letter. âThis arrived for me on my twenty-third birt
The cold air in the Harrington vault bit at Fredaâs skin, but she didnât flinch. Her pulse thudded in her ears as Elias Harringtonâs voice echoed through the speaker embedded in the granite walls.âYou found the truth,â Elias said, his tone unreadable. âAnd now youâll bleed for it.âWilliams placed himself in front of Freda instinctively. âYouâve already taken enough. Let her go.âAlex stepped forward, fire in his voice. âYou locked away a legacyâburied it underlies. But this ends here.âA soft buzz interrupted themâthe massive vault doors groaned and clicked. They werenât locked in anymore.Fredaâs heart jumped. Was this a trap?The doors creaked open slowly, revealing a dim corridor beyond. At the far end, silhouetted in the light stood Elias Harringtonâelegant, tall, cloaked in his signature charcoal suit. He looked like a shadow carved out of legacy and guilt.âYouâre brave to come,â Elias said, voice reverberating with age and steel. âBut bravery alone doesnât make you worthy.âF
Fredaâs breath caught in her throat as the control room plunged into darkness. The hum of machines died. The only sound was the frantic thump of her heartbeatâand the voice."Weâve only just begun."She reached for Williams instinctively, fingers finding his. His grip tightened, anchoring her. On her other side, Grace clicked a flashlight on, casting a beam through the stale air. Dust particles swirled like ghosts. The control panels flickeredâfaint static pulses, nothing operational.âWhat the hell was that?â Grace muttered, scanning the corners of the room. âThis wasnât part of Cassianâs theatrics.âFredaâs spine stiffened. âThat voice... it wasnât him. It was different. Younger. Calculated.ââSystem override,â a mechanical voice droned from a nearby panel. âEngaged. Level Four lockdown initiated. Harrington protocols activated.âDoors slammed shut around them.Williams cursed. âHeâs locked us in.ââNo.â Grace crouched by the panel, fingers flying across an auxiliary screen. âThis i
The silence in the safe room was too loud. Freda's ears rang with the noise of her heart pounding in her ribcage. The voice had only just stopped, and she remained still, staring at the one who spoke. The words appeared to have gained a life of their own, resonating in her mind. "We've located her."Williams shifted to stand next to her, his stance rigid. "Who is it? "The prototype?" There was an intensity in his voice.With her stomach in knots, Freda nodded slowly. Although she had anticipated this day, the burden of it was nearly too much for her to handle. Her sister, the one born before her, the one designed to be the ideal representation of the Harrington legacy, was here now after her entire life had been a lie. She was coming for what Freda had put so much effort into creating.However, Freda couldn't simply stand by and watch everything happen. Not when she had all she had to fight for at her fingertips. With Williams at her side, no.Grace's clear, concentrated voice cut t