Fractured Shadows

Isabella’s POV

Darkness pressed against me like a living thing, thick and suffocating. The leather straps bit into my wrists and ankles, leaving angry red marks that burned when I moved. I had tried to wriggle free countless times, each effort more desperate than the last, but it was useless. Whoever had taken me had prepared everything meticulously.

I sank to the cold stone floor, hugging my knees to my chest. My mind raced, thoughts tangling in fear and anger. Alexander… he’s coming, right? He’s looking for me. He has to be.

A sound—a shuffle of boots—made me freeze, pulse hammering.

“Move.” The masked figure’s voice was calm, almost gentle, but the underlying threat was palpable.

I swallowed my fear. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

The figure paused, tilting his head. “It’s not you I want. But you… you are the leverage. You are the key.”

My stomach twisted. Leverage? Key? What does that mean?

I refused to show my fear. I refused to give them satisfaction.

“I will survive this,” I whispered, mostly to myself. “I will.”

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Hours passed—or maybe minutes. Time lost all meaning. Every sound of footsteps, every shifting shadow made my pulse spike. Every second stretched endlessly, each heartbeat a drum of panic in my chest.

And then I heard it: a crash, muffled shouting, footsteps running closer.

I froze, hope and fear colliding. Alexander?

The figure glanced toward the door, their mask concealing expression, but I saw the tension in their stance. “You’re about to meet your fate,” they said, more to themselves than to me.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding. No. Not fate. Alexander will find me.

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Alexander’s POV

I was close. I could feel it in my bones, in the sharp edge of rage that had replaced all other emotion. The carriage house loomed ahead, shadows stretching across the ground like dark fingers.

My men flanked, silent and deadly. The black card—taunting me—was still in my pocket. Whoever had planned this wanted me to feel helpless. They underestimated me.

The door slammed. Locked.

I slammed my shoulder into it. Steel groaned. My hand trembled—not from exhaustion, but anticipation.

“She’s here,” I growled. “I can feel her.”

Matteo’s eyes were wide but steady. “Sir… the door’s reinforced.”

I ignored him. Nothing would stop me. I would break this door, this trap, this world—whatever it took to get her back.

I felt her fear, her heartbeat, even from behind the barrier. Every second without her fueled my fury.

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Isabella’s POV

The footsteps stopped. My breath caught. A door slammed in the distance. Someone—or something—had entered the building.

I pressed myself into the shadows, straining to see. A figure emerged—tall, imposing, familiar. My stomach leapt. Could it be him?

“Alexander?” I whispered. My voice cracked.

The figure stepped closer. The mask obscured the face, but something in the stance, the heat in the movements—it was him.

Hope surged, mingled with fear. But then… the figure halted. Another presence emerged behind him. Another masked figure, holding a knife.

I gasped. Danger. Close. Immediate.

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Alexander’s POV

I spotted her scarf first—torn, hanging from a branch. Her scent hit me like a live wire. My pulse spiked, every muscle coiled.

“Matteo, left side! Cover that exit!” I barked.

I kicked the door open, storming inside. Shadows twisted across the walls, and my gaze locked onto the masked captor holding a knife to her throat.

“Let her go!” My voice was steel and fire.

The figure laughed softly. “Ah, Alexander. So quick to anger.”

I stepped forward, gun raised. “This ends now.”

The other masked figure shifted—someone I recognized, a face I had trusted. Betrayal cut deeper than steel.

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Isabella’s POV

I froze, terror gripping me. I recognized him too—Alexander’s closest ally. My stomach turned. Why? Why betray him? Why take me?

Alexander’s eyes were on me, blazing with fury. I felt his presence even across the room. It steadied me, gave me courage.

He advanced, every step deliberate, every motion calculated. The traitor’s smirk faltered. I realized he hadn’t anticipated the depth of Alexander’s wrath.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But I was bound. All I could do was watch, heart in my throat, praying he would reach me.

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Alexander’s POV

I didn’t hesitate. Every ounce of training, every instinct, every drop of rage funneled into a single, unstoppable force.

I fired once. The shot rang true, hitting the traitor in the shoulder. He dropped the knife. I lunged forward, hand on Isabella’s restraints, slicing through the leather.

“Alexander!” she cried, relief and fear mingling in her voice.

I pulled her close. Her warmth against me grounded the storm inside me. But I didn’t let go, not fully. Not yet.

Behind us, the remaining attacker—masked, desperate—lunged with a knife. I twisted, knocked him off balance, and disarmed him with brutal precision. Blood streaked my hands, but I didn’t notice. My only focus: her.

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Isabella’s POV

Freedom. Relief. Safety. All came rushing at once. Alexander’s hands were around me, solid, unyielding.

“I… I thought—” I stammered, voice trembling.

“I’m here,” he said, voice low, fierce, and unrelenting. “I always come for you. Always.”

He kissed my forehead, then my lips, a promise of safety and vengeance rolled into one.

But the danger wasn’t over. The masked attacker had regrouped, lurking in the shadows. I felt Alexander’s hand tighten on mine, a silent warning.

“Stay close,” he whispered. “I’ll handle this.”

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Alexander’s POV

I moved like a shadow, every step calculated. My men flanked, securing the perimeter. The mansion’s grounds were dangerous, but we had them trapped.

I cornered the attacker. His eyes widened, realizing too late that he was trapped. I stepped forward, knuckles bloody, rage distilled into a single, lethal force.

“You. Thought you could touch her. Thought you could betray me. You will pay.”

And then… the sound of another door slamming. From inside. Another shadow moving.

My blood froze. Another trap? Another betrayal?

Isabella clutched me. I could feel her tension, her fear. But she trusted me, and I would not fail her again.

I would tear the world apart if I had to.

And in that moment, I realized: this night was far from over.

Cliffhanger

Alexander rescues Isabella from immediate danger, but a new trap emerges—the kidnapper was only the first layer, suggesting another betrayal inside the mansion. The tension escalates: Isabella is safe… for now.

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