LOGINEvelyn sat on the edge of the hospital bed, carefully peeling an apple for Eli. The thin blade slid slowly over the fruit, curling the skin into long, fragile strips that fell softly onto the tray. Her movements were deliberate—too deliberate—like someone afraid that if she moved too fast, everything holding her together would fall apart.The sterile scent of disinfectant hung thick in the air, sharp enough to sting her nose, blending faintly with the lingering perfume she’d worn to the fashion show. It felt out of place here, like a reminder of a world that no longer existed. The hospital was usually quiet, almost soothing in its routine calm, but today, it felt tense. The walls seemed to hold their breath. Even the lights felt harsher, brighter, unforgiving.Eli lay propped against pillows, her tiny body still weak, an IV line taped to her hand. Her lashes fluttered as she hummed softly, a tune Evelyn recognized—a lullaby Evelyn used to sing when the children were smaller. The sound
I sincerely apologize for the late post, I got occupied by something I couldn't escape, but am back now , and don't forget, your likes and comments means a lot to me, enjoy.“Sir… this is Clara.”The words were barely spoken before Clara was shoved forward. She stumbled, losing her balance, and crashed hard onto the cold hospital floor like something worthless, unwanted.The sharp sound of her body hitting the tiles echoed through the corridor.Evelyn snapped.She surged forward before anyone could stop her, rage tearing through her chest like wildfire.“You bitch!” Evelyn screamed, grabbing Clara by the collar and yanking her up with a strength fueled by pure desperation. “Where did you take my son?! Where is Ethan?!”Clara gasped, her hands clawing weakly at Evelyn’s grip. Her eyes flickered—not with innocence, but fear.“I didn’t take Ethan,” she said hoarsely.The words landed like an insult.“Oh really?” Evelyn hissed, her face inches from Clara’s. Her entire body shook, her grip
“Adrian, what's going on?” Evelyn cried, her voice cracking as she rushed after him. Her heels slammed against the marble floors of the fashion hall, each loud click echoing like a countdown to disaster. Panic wrapped around her chest so tightly she could barely breathe.Adrian didn’t slow down—not even for a second. His entire body was stiff, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles twitched.“I want all men on ground, surround the building, all exits closed. Nobody is allowed to leave this building until I say so. Block every body and vehicle around this building.” Adrian barked through the intercom as he stormed toward the bathroom.The guards scattered instantly, sprinting into formation as the tension in the air thickened.Evelyn forced her legs to move faster, her heart pounding so loudly it blurred her hearing. But the moment she reached the bathroom doorway—She froze.Her world stopped.“Eli!!!” Evelyn screamed, her voice splitting in terror.There—on the cold, polished floor—her
Clara followed quietly behind Eli, her heels clicking faintly against the polished marble as she moved through the backstage hallway. The little girl, completely oblivious to the danger trailing her, hummed softly—a light, airy tune that echoed off the cold bathroom tiles as she pushed the door open. Clara’s pulse thudded with anticipation. She paused outside the bathroom door, listening to the faint splash of running water and Eli’s innocent humming. Everything was unfolding perfectly. The chaos of the fashion show had created the distraction she needed—models rushing to change outfits, stylists sprinting across the wings with garment racks, assistants juggling last-minute alterations, reporters swarming the entrance, and Evelyn… busy being Scarlett on stage. Clara’s lips curled. Her fingers flew over her phone screen. I have eyes on the girl. Get your men ready. Once she’s under control, I’ll signal you. She sent the message and slipped her phone into her purse, breath steady,
Clara got wind of the fashion show two days before the event. She had been quiet all this while, observing from the shadows, waiting… calculating. She needed the perfect moment to strike, and this day seemed carved out for her. Evelyn would undoubtedly be overwhelmed running the show, Isa would definitely be on the runway, and Alex and the Montgomerys would be scattered, busy managing guests and logistics. If she ever needed to attack without raising suspicion, today was the most flawless opportunity. Picking up her phone, she dialed Mark. “We move that day,” she said coldly. And together, they mapped out a sleek, silent, perfect attack plan. --- The venue buzzed with the kind of excitement only the fashion world knew—camera flashes, murmuring reporters, perfume-heavy air, and the soft hum of backstage sewing machines completing last-minute hemming. LED runway lights glowed like molten gold, casting warm reflections against the polished marble floor. Evelyn, standing near the e
The warehouse fell silent. The only sound was the soft echo of Adrian’s boots against the cracked concrete floor, and the faint metallic rattle of chains still swaying from the ceiling. Dust floated through the dim rays of sunlight filtering in through broken windows, turning the atmosphere heavy, suffocating… and final. Adrian watched as the three captured men convulsed violently on the ground. Their bodies jerked, their breaths came in short bursts—until, one by one, the movements slowed… then stopped completely. One of Adrian’s men knelt beside them. He pressed two fingers to the necks of each man, checking for a pulse. After several seconds, he exhaled sharply. “They’re dead,” he said grimly. Adrian’s jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists. “Damnit,” he muttered under his breath. Just when he thought he finally had a lead—something solid enough to pull the strings from the shadows—the line snapped yet again. He knelt beside the bodies, staring at their stiffening faces







