LOGINThe rain had stopped before dawn, leaving the city wrapped in cold gray mist.Estella stood in front of the mirror inside her apartment bedroom, fastening the small silver earring onto her left ear. The reflection staring back at her looked calm.Too calm.Only she knew how exhausted her mind truly was.The anonymous video.The Orion files.Aizen.Everything tangled together until she could no longer tell which part was truth and which part was manipulation.Her gaze slowly lowered toward the edge of the sink where her phone rested.No new messages.Good.Because she did not know how to face Aizen today.Not after Greyford.Not after letting herself cross the line again.Estella inhaled slowly before grabbing her blazer from the chair.“Get yourself together,” she muttered quietly to her own reflection.Feelings were dangerous.Especially for someone like her.Especially now.Because the more she allowed herself to soften toward Aizen Deveraux…the harder it became to think clearly ar
The morning air in Greyford felt colder than usual.Estella stood near the kitchen counter with a cup of tea in her hand, staring blankly at the steam rising from it. Her grandparents were still asleep upstairs. The house was quiet. Too quiet.And silence was dangerous for someone whose mind refused to stop thinking.Last night replayed inside her head in fragments.Aizen’s hands.His voice against her skin.The way he looked at her like he was holding himself back and losing at the same time.Estella closed her eyes briefly.Bad idea.Because now she remembered the warmth of his body in her bed.Her bed.In this house.Inside the room where she used to cry herself to sleep after Lionel disappeared.She tightened her grip around the cup.“Stupid,” she muttered under her breath.Not because she regretted sleeping with him.That was the problem.She did not regret it enough.A soft vibration came from her phone on the dining table.One new message.From Aizen.Her chest tightened immedi
Estella closed the folder slowly.Too slowly.As if sudden movements would make the truth inside it explode.Her fingers lingered on the edge of the paper for a second before she slid the file back into the compartment beneath the passenger seat exactly where she had found it.Her heartbeat was uneven.Charles Noir Deveraux.Her father.Project Mionier.And Aizen.Everything kept circling back to him.The sound of the car door opening made Estella straighten immediately.Aizen got back into the driver’s seat while loosening the top button of his shirt with one hand. His phone was still in the other. He looked calm. Elegant. Untouchable.Dangerous.The familiar scent of his cologne filled the inside of the car again, and suddenly Estella became painfully aware of the silence between them.Too many things had happened between them lately.Too many moments.Too many touches.Calm down, Ella.Her fingers tightened around her own wrist.He doesn't like you.There’s no future for whatever t
The room stayed silent long after the video ended.Only the faint humming sound from Lionel’s old laptop filled the darkness.Estella stared at the black screen without blinking. Her chest felt tight, but strangely… not shattered.Not like before.Because for the first time in years, she saw something different in her father’s eyes.Not betrayal.Fear.Pressure.And something that looked painfully close to desperation.Beside her, Aizen stood motionless with both hands inside his pockets. His expression was calm, unreadable, but his jaw had tightened enough for Estella to notice.The air between them felt heavy.Dangerous.Too many truths were trying to crawl out at once.Slowly, Estella stood from the chair.“I need some air.”She turned around, intending to leave the room before her thoughts buried her alive.But Aizen’s voice stopped her halfway.“Do you really think our fathers were selfish enough to kill each other?”Estella froze.Her heartbeat stumbled.The question echoed stra
Morning sunlight slipped through the lace curtains in thin golden lines, warm and quiet against the old wooden floor.For the first time in weeks, Estella woke up without the sound of her own heartbeat dragging her out of sleep.No nightmare.No gunshots.No screaming voices calling her the daughter of a traitor.Just the faint sound of dishes clinking downstairs.She stared at the ceiling for several seconds before slowly sitting up. Her chest still felt heavy, but not crushing. More like exhaustion that refused to leave completely.The oversized sweater she borrowed from her grandmother hung loosely around her shoulders as she walked downstairs.The smell of coffee greeted her first.Then voices.Estella stopped halfway near the kitchen doorway.Aizen sat across from her grandfather at the dining table, one arm resting lazily against the chair beside him while a cup of black coffee steamed near his hand. He looked painfully out of place in the small countryside house.Too elegant.T
Aizen realized Estella’s desk was empty the moment Vivianne walked into his office carrying several Aether project reports.“These are the revised audit files from legal, Sir.”Aizen accepted the folders without much interest. His eyes drifted automatically toward the secretary division outside the glass wall.Empty.No sound of typing.No faint vanilla coffee scent lingering in the air.No Estella.“Where is Ms. Duan?”Vivianne blinked slightly at the sudden question.“Ms. Duan is on leave, Sir.”The pen in Aizen’s hand stopped moving.“Leave?”“Yes.” Vivianne checked the tablet in her hand. “She submitted the request last night. She said it was for a family matter.”Aizen slowly lifted his gaze.For a few seconds, the room felt strangely quiet.Estella had left without telling him.And somehow, that bothered him more than it should.Vivianne straightened her posture instinctively after noticing the shift in atmosphere.“Is there a problem, Sir?”“No.”The answer came too quickly.Ai







