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They were siblings. They all have shares in the family company. They had known exactly which flight Nathan was taking. They had discussed it over the phone. They had teased him for working too much, for never slowing down. They had argued about his traveling so frequently.And now...Now they believed he had been on that plane.Grace collapsed fully into sobs, her body folding in on itself.“I saw the number!” she cried hysterically. “I saw the number and I called everyone... I thought... I thought...”Her words disintegrated into broken gasps.Seraphina, who had been standing near the edge of the bed this entire time, took one slow step back... Then another.Her face turned ghost-white.Her hand reached blindly for something to hold onto, anything, but grasped only empty air.“Nathan…” she whispered faintly. And then she crumbled.She fell to the ground as if someone had cut her strings.Monica, Nathan’s sister, gasped sharply and dropped to her knees beside her. “Seraphina! Hey, he
Just then...The door burst open so violently that it slammed against the wall with a deafening crack, the impact echoing through the room like a gunshot. It was Grace.Of course, it was Grace.She didn’t walk in, she stumbled, nearly tripping over the threshold as if her legs no longer remembered how to function.Her entire body was shaking so violently that it looked as though her bones might splinter beneath her skin.Her hair hung loose and tangled around her face, mascara streaming down her cheeks in dark, smeared rivers that mixed with tears and snot she didn’t even attempt to wipe away.Her chest heaved frantically, rising and falling in broken, uneven bursts, as she had sprinted for miles.But the terror in her eyes made one thing painfully clear.This wasn’t from running. This was from fear, raw, animal, crippling fear.Everybody froze. What the hell was going on? And why did Grace look like that?Only seconds ago, the room had been filled with tension and threat from Lucian
"Your family is off-limits," she said slowly, each word deliberate. "You will never dare dream of hurting them or threatening them again. Do you understand me?" His brows furrowed. "But they-" "No," she cut him off. "There is no but. They are your mother. Your siblings. Your grandmother. Your father." Her voice softened when she glanced toward the hospital bed where his father lay weak and pale, oxygen mask trembling with each fragile breath. "They are not your enemies," she said gently. "They are not people to eliminate. They are people to protect too." Lucian swallowed. His entire body felt rigid, like a soldier awaiting orders. He had promised himself something sacred. Destroy anyone who makes her cry. And now she was telling him that promises had limits. It felt wrong... It felt incomplete... It felt like failure... "Why are you mad at me?" he whispered. The vulnerability in his voice stunned everyone. "That's not Lucian. It's him! He's back!" Seraphina murmured in h
Felix made a mistake... A terrible, irreversible mistake to point a finger at Elara. Not in confusion or fear. But angrily and accusingly. His hand shot forward, his finger rigid, his arm tense, his face flushed with rage as his voice cracked through the room like glass shattering. "You-!" He didn't even get to finish the sentence. Because Lucian moved. And when he moved, it wasn't human anymore. It was instinct. It was possession. It was violence wrapped in a human body. The moment that finger aimed at Elara, Lucian's entire body went still, eerily, unnervingly still, like a predator locking onto prey. Then in one swift motion, he grabbed Felix's hand. Not just grabbed. He caught it mid-air. His fingers wrapped around Felix's pointing finger with terrifying precision and squeezed. The crack echoed before the scream did. Felix let out a piercing scream. It tore through the room. High, raw, and agonized. Everyone froze. But Lucian didn't. His grip tightened even further
She had only added something mild - something that would cause stomach discomfort, nothing dangerous, nothing fatal.Just enough to keep him grounded. Just enough to delay him.She had calculated the dosage carefully. She had done it to save him.But how could she say that?How could she tell them she had memories of a life?They would think she was insane."I had a bad feeling," Elara whispered finally.Seraphina stared at her. "A bad feeling?""Yes," Elara cried. "About Father traveling. I... I was scared. I just... I needed him to stay.""A bad feeling?" Felix repeated, anger creeping into his tone. "So you poisoned him?""I didn't poison him!" she cried. "It was mild. I made sure it was mild-"The moment the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake.Made sure... Made sure?Lisa gasped softly.Seraphina's face turned white with fury."So you admit it."Elara's breath hitched. "No- I mean- I just-""You deliberately made him sick," Seraphina said, her voice shaking now. "To st
The next morning...The sunlight that filtered through the tall windows of the Hale estate felt wrong. It was too bright for a house that had barely slept, too warm for a family that had spent the entire night sitting outside Nathan's bedroom, waiting to hear whether he would wake up again without complications.He looked weak, that was for sure.Weak in a way none of them had seen in a very long time.The man who had built empires with his bare hands, who had stood like an unmovable mountain at the head of the family for decades, now lay propped up against white pillows, his skin pale, his lips slightly dry, faint shadows under his eyes. The entire family had gathered in his room, Seraphina standing near the window with her arms tightly folded across her chest; Lucian by the bedside, both hands in his pocket.Felix pacing near the door; Lisa hovering anxiously with a glass of water; Grandma Hale sitting in silence in a chair near the foot of the bed, her cane resting against her kn







