INICIAR SESIÓN~ SIMON ~A few moments later, the door of my office swung open, and Dr. Allison Reed stepped inside.Her posture was rigid under her crisp lab coat, but I could see the underlying tension in the tight set of her shoulders and the dark circles under her eyes. She carried a leather-bound medical folder tucked tightly beneath her arm.I didn't bother offering her a seat. I simply sat back in my chair, steepled my fingers, and watched her walk toward my desk with an amused, sarcastic smile playing on my lips."Dr. Reed," I said, my voice was smooth and dripping with cold mockery. "To what do I owe the honor of this late-night meeting? I assumed you were in the lab preparing the neural compound for tonight's procedure."Allison stopped a few feet from my desk. She didn't flinch under my gaze. Instead, she placed the medical file squarely on the marble surface and met my eyes with an unwavering, icy focus."The current formula for the memory-wiping compound is dangerously flawed, Dr. Ellis
~ ALISTAIR ~The air inside the concrete drainage pipe smelled of damp earth, rust, and stagnant water. It was pitch black out here, save for the faint red glow of tactical displays and night-vision optics.We moved in absolute silence. I crouched low, stepping carefully through the narrow service shaft. Antonio was right behind me, his boots barely making a sound against the wet concrete, followed by five of our best elite operatives. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight. My hand never left the grip of my suppressed firearm.Isla was likely just above us, hidden somewhere behind the thick concrete slabs and reinforced steel walls, breathing the same air as that venomous snake. My blood boiled as the thought crossed my mind. Once I caught that bastard, I swear I'm going to put a bullet straight into his head.Just hold on, Isla… I'm almost there.We stopped at a heavy steel maintenance hatch at the end of the lower tunnel. This was the exact spot Antonio's underground contact had
~ SIMON ~I sat behind the polished marble desk in my private office, staring down at the sleek black smartphone resting in the palm of my hand. The screen had gone dark minutes ago, but Robbie Davis’s voice still echoed in my head“The specialized advanced medical equipment you requested just arrived ahead of schedule... I was thinking of bringing it over to your lab personally tonight.”I slowly spun the phone between my fingers, my eyes fixed on the empty air. Davis was an underworld supplier—a mercenary driven entirely by greed. He had been my supplier for a decade and had been particularly useful, but he was inherently weak. A man like Davis didn't volunteer to deliver heavy machinery in the middle of the night out of pure goodwill. He certainly didn't risk stepping into my sanctuary just to talk about a routine shipment face-to-face. Something wasn't right. The timing was too precise, the offer too convenient.Is Davis acting on his own... or is someone holding a gun to his back
~ ALISTAIR ~I was in the middle of sorting the documents I had signed when the doors of my office suddenly slammed open.Old Man Chandler stood in the doorway, gasping for air, his face pale and twisted with rage. The calm, authoritative demeanor he had spent decades building was completely gone, replaced by the absolute panic of a ruined man. He held a stack of documents in his trembling hands, the papers shaking violently.In less than twelve hours, the targeted assault I unleashed had ripped through Chandler Corp. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their stock was plunging toward zero, and their major investors were backing out one by one. By tomorrow morning, the Chandler legacy would be nothing but a memory."Alistair!" he bellowed, taking unsteady, aggressive steps toward my desk. "What the hell is the meaning of this? You wiped out my entire company in a single day! My stock is worthless! My board is calling emergency liquidations! Restore my credit lines immediately, or I s
~ ALLISON ~The harsh chemical smell in the room burned the back of my throat.Ever since I was dragged into this windowless basement laboratory, I had lost track of how many days I’d been stuck here. There was nothing here but deadly silence. The only sounds were the constant hum of the ventilation fans and the quiet drip of liquid into glass jars."Speed it up, Dr. Reed," a sharp voice barked behind me. "Dr. Ellis wants the next batch ready before midnight. If the quality drops, we start all over again."I didn't answer. I just kept my respirator on and my hands steady while adjusting the equipment.Beside me, two other chemists who had been working here since I arrived watched the computer screens. Every single thing we did—every drop we measured—was recorded by high-definition cameras in every corner of the ceiling. Four armed guards in black tactical gear stood by the doors, watching us with guns slung across their chests.This Dr. Ellis had truly made things crystal clear the ni
~ ISLA ~ "Easy. Lie back down. Slowly..." Simon’s strong hands caught my arms before I could collapse onto the floor. He guided me back onto the bed, gently lifting my legs and resting my head against the soft pile of pillows. The moment my back landed on the mattress, I squeezed my eyes shut, taking slow, ragged breaths. Gradually, the sharp, tearing spasms in my belly began to subside, leaving behind a dull, hollow ache. “What's happening to me...?” I asked in a weak voice, cold sweat clinging to my skin as unease filled my chest. Simon pulled the chair closer to the edge of the bed and sat down. He made no attempt to touch me, clearly respecting my boundaries, but his eyes radiated deep, professional concern as he leaned in. “Isla..." he sighed softly. "You are in an extremely delicate condition right now. The trauma of the near-fatal blast, combined with neurogenic shock and emotional strain, has put your body under severe stress. Your uterus is reacting with acute contractio







