In The Edge of Darkness, Elena and Damien face their greatest battle yet, not just against Viper, but against the darkness that’s taken root inside them. The tension builds as they prepare for a dangerous infiltration, their bond stronger but laced with fear and vulnerability. In this chapter, they confront the weight of their pasts, the choices they've made, and the uncertain future ahead. With everything on the line, they enter the heart of Viper’s empire, knowing that this war will change them forever. The question is: Will they survive it together? Watch out in the next chapter......... Thanks for reading... Like, Share and Subscribe.....So that you don't miss the next chapter...
ElenaI didn’t tell Damien.Couldn’t.Because if I had, he would’ve stopped me……..and I needed to do this alone.Not as his pawn.Not even as Isabelle’s mother.But as the woman Sierra Montrose thought she had broken.She hadn’t.And tonight, I’d prove it.It started with a whisper.A contact buried so deep in the Viper network, that even Damien hadn’t touched him in years. He went by Cipher…….a ghost in the system. Someone who didn’t exist on any official registry but once ran digital Intel for Viper's darkest operations.I used a burner and a code phrase I hadn’t spoken since I was sixteen: “Echo silent. Data bleeds.”Two minutes later, my phone buzzed.CIPHER: You finally ready to remember who you are, girl?ME: Just help me find my daughter.CIPHER: She’s in the quarantine district. Dockside sector. Off-grid. Guarded. Your window’s five hours, max. After that, she moves. Permanently.He sent coordinates. No explanation. No emotion.Exactly what I needed.--------------------------
DamienI was done playing fair.Sierra had crossed a line and now Isabelle was a pawn in a game none of us agreed to play. Elena was breaking by the hour, her eyes red from tears she refused to shed in front of others.So I did what I swore I wouldn’t.I called Gavin Welles, my offshore contact.“Run the trace,” I told him. “Follow the money behind Sierra Montrose. I want everything. Hidden accounts. Silent partners. Political favors.”He paused. “You’re talking about triggering a war, Damien. The kind you don’t walk back from.”I didn’t hesitate. “Then get me my bullets.”Hours LaterThe file hit my encrypted server at 2:03 a.m.I sat in my private study, eyes burning, jaw clenched.Sierra’s empire wasn’t clean…..it was filthy. Funded by a silent backer named Gregor Volkov, a Russian-born financier flagged by Interpol, wanted in three countries, and rumored to have built his fortune through arms deals and shell corporations.Volkov had injected nearly $200 million into a Montrose dev
Elena:I was in the middle of a tense strategy call when Damien burst into the room.His face was pale. His phone was clenched in his hand.“Elena,” he said, voice tight. “It’s Isabelle. She’s missing.”The world around me dissolved.“What do you mean, missing?”“She was on her way home from the children’s hospital gala. Her car was hijacked two blocks from the turnpike. Her driver was found unconscious. She’s gone.”I didn’t hear the rest. My legs went numb. My lungs refused air.Then my phone buzzed:No caller ID.One queen must fall.Attached is a photo.Isabelle—tied to a chair, her mouth duct-taped, terror in her eyes.My heart stopped.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hours LaterThe room was full; Damien, Luca, Damien’s head of security, and three cybercrime agents. The photo had been analyzed, the message traced, and the location scrambled beyond recovery.And still, all I could see was her face.Sierra
Elena:I was in the middle of a tense strategy call when Damien burst into the room.His face was pale. His phone was clenched in his hand.“Elena,” he said, voice tight. “It’s Isabelle. She’s missing.”The world around me dissolved.“What do you mean, missing?”“She was on her way home from the children’s hospital gala. Her car was hijacked two blocks from the turnpike. Her driver was found unconscious. She’s gone.”I didn’t hear the rest. My legs went numb. My lungs refused air.Then my phone buzzed:No caller ID.One queen must fall.Attached is a photo.Isabelle—tied to a chair, her mouth duct-taped, terror in her eyes.My heart stopped.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hours LaterThe room was full; Damien, Luca, Damien’s head of security, and three cybercrime agents. The photo had been analyzed, the message traced, and the location scrambled beyond recovery.And still, all I could see was her face.Sierra
Elena: The press was still buzzing when I entered the private suite on the twentieth floor of Crest’s media tower. Damien had cleared the floor for security. No cameras. No microphones. Just me and her.Sierra stood by the window, city lights casting her in a surreal glow. The same face as mine reflected back in a different life.I shut the door behind me.“We need to talk.”She didn’t turn. “So talk.”I stepped forward, heels echoing on marble, every word I rehearsed tangled with emotion.“I’m not here to fight anymore. I’m tired, Sierra. And I think you are too.”Now she turned.Not with warmth. Not with surprise.But with boredom.“You're here to surrender?” she asked coolly. “How noble.”“No. I’m here to make a pact.”I laid it out simply.“We split the Montrose assets. Cleanly. I retain Crest and the subsidiaries I rebuilt. You take Montrose Media and the holdings untouched by my hand. We draft the legal agreement and announce it publicly. Two sisters put an end to a bitter feud
Elena:The studio lights were blinding.The air-conditioning did little to cool the heat radiating off the crowd. Viewers across the country tuned in. Social feeds were on fire. This wasn’t just a business dispute anymore.It was a royal reckoning.“Thank you for joining us,” the moderator began, her smile tight with anticipation. “Tonight, we’re here for an unprecedented live debate between Sierra Montrose and Elena Montrose….twin sisters, heirs to a billion-dollar legacy, and now central figures in a legal and corporate battle shaking the country.”Sierra sat across from me, poised in an ivory suit, hair sleek and lips crimson. She was everything polished, everything rehearsed.But I wasn’t here to play a role.I was here to speak the truth.Even if it tore me apart.Moderator: “Let’s begin with the core question. Miss Elena Montrose, why should the public trust you with the Montrose legacy, when legal documents now confirm Sierra was the firstborn?”My voice didn’t shake.“Because
Damien:The Crest Holdings boardroom had never felt hostile before. But today, it was war.The tension was knife-sharp, every executive in their tailored suits postured like vultures waiting for a wounded animal to drop.And right now, ‘I’ was the one bleeding.“Let’s call this what it is,” snapped Gerald Kim, the CFO. “You let a personal liability embed herself into our operations, and now that liability is hemorrhaging our reputation.”“Elena Montrose isn’t just—”“She’s not your wife,” someone cut in. “She’s not an executive. She’s a crisis.”“Gentlemen,” I said, trying to control the seethe in my voice, “Crest wouldn’t have survived the last six months without her. If you think I’m going to stab her in the back to save face, then…..”“We think,” said Gerald coolly, “that your judgment is compromised.”Another board member, Marcy Tran, folded her arms. “Your relationship with Elena has crossed into conflict-of-interest territory. You’re emotionally entangled in a corporate war. If
Elena:The doors to the Montrose Manor groaned as I pushed through them, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the marble-like accusations. This house…once the shrine of my childhood….felt colder now. Like every lie whispered here still lingered in the walls.Father was in the east study. Same wing he always retreated to when guilt began to feel like an obligation.He looked older. Thinner. And for once, not surrounded by aides or legal counsel.He was expecting me.“Elena.” His voice cracked around my name.I didn’t sit. “You’re going to tell me everything. About Sierra. About why she disappeared. About why I grew up thinking I was an only child while she lived in hiding with our birthright.”He flinched, eyes dropping.“There were threats,” he said after a moment. “Against the family. But they weren’t meant for you.”“Then for her,” I snapped. “Why?”He walked slowly to the liquor cabinet and poured two drinks. Only brought one back.“Because she was firstborn,” he said.“That makes
Elena,The letter came at dawn. Delivered by courier. Embossed with the Montrose seal that once symbolized power. Now, it felt like a bullet.I tore it open with shaking fingers.Injunction Request: Immediate Freezing of All Montrose Accounts Pending Legal Succession Hearing.I reread it.Then again.Until the words blurred and the paper crumpled in my grip.They froze everything. Every operating account. Every personal asset tied to Montrose Holdings. Which meant…..“Payroll,” I whispered. “Charities. My team…”I was locked out.Like a thief in my own empire.My phone rang. I didn’t need to look to know it was Damien.“Elena,” he said immediately. “I saw the notice. It’s already hit the wire services.”“She froze me out,” I said, voice flat. “I can’t even access my expense card.”“They moved fast,” he muttered. “This wasn’t spontaneous. She had this planned before the DNA results were even read.”“She knew,” I said coldly. “She knew exactly what that press conference would trigger.”