LOGIN*James' POV*The penthouse suite at the harbor hotel felt like a gilded cage.I leaned against the bar, watching Oren Gallamor stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city lights glittered below like false promises. She hadn’t spoken much since the escape. The weight of her mother’s recording still hung between us like smoke.“We need a plan,” she said finally, turning to me. Her voice was steady, but I could see the storm in her eyes. “Vida wants the real card. He thinks he can use it to control us both. We use that against him.”I crossed my arms, studying her. “What are you thinking?”She walked to the table and spread out a map of the city. “We leak false information. Make him believe the real card is at one of your warehouses by the docks. We set a trap. When he comes for it, we end him.”I studied the map, then her. “It’s risky. He’ll bring an army.”“I know,” she replied. “But it’s the only way to draw him out. I’ve been thinking about this since the rooftop. We use his greed
The knock on the door turned into pounding.I stood frozen in the safe room, legs still shaky from the way James had taken me on the table. The interrupted recording still echoed in my mind.~Harry Vida is your father.~James moved instantly. He pressed a hidden panel beside the bookshelf. A section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow, dimly lit escape passage.“Move,” he said, grabbing my hand.We slipped into the corridor just as the outer door rattled violently. Harry Vida’s voice boomed through the speaker again, calm and chilling."Oh my dear daughter. Please open the door. Let’s talk like family.”We ran. The passage was narrow and cold, emergency lights casting long shadows. James led the way, gun in hand, moving with the precision of someone who had prepared for this exact nightmare. I followed close behind, silver gun ready, heart pounding.We emerged in the underground garage. James chose the fastest car , a sleek black supercar reinforced for war. The engine roared to
My heart was going to explode.The red sniper dot burned on James’s chest like a promise of death. I stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, the man who had just claimed to be my father, watched me with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” he said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told me quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”My hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on my face. Everything; my mother’s murder, my sale, this twisted marriage, had been orchestrated by the monster standing ten feet away.But James… James was looking at me like I was worth dying for.I made my choice.I lunged sideways, shoving James with every ounce of strength I had. We crashed hard behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where he had been standing. My should
The red sniper dot burned on James Reeves’ chest like a death sentence.Oren Gallamor stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, her father, watched her with dark, possessive pride.“One wrong move,” Vida said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.”James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told her quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”Oren’s hand trembled. Rain mixed with tears on her face. Everything had been orchestrated by the man standing ten feet away. Then lunged sideways, grabbing James’s arm with desperate strength.They crashed behind the concrete pillar just as the sniper fired. The bullet sparked off the stone where James had been standing.“Move!” James snarled, pulling her up. They ran.Bullets whizzed past as they sprinted back toward the open rooftop access. James fired behind them with deadly accuracy, dropping two of Vi
The rooftop wind howled like a dying animal as Harry Vida lowered his gun, smiling at Oren with something almost tender. “You still don’t understand, do you?” he said softly. “I didn’t just kill your mother. I CREATED you. I am your FATHER”Oren’s finger froze on the trigger. Not the news she was expecting for sure.James stood rigid beside her, rain streaming down his face, gun still trained on Vida. “What the fuck are you talking about?”Vida laughed, low and genuine. “Well, I was your mother’s lover long before your so-called father entered the picture. She got pregnant. I told her to get rid of it. She refused. So I let her keep you… as long as she stayed useful. When she started digging into my dealings with Reeves’ empire, I had to remove her. Cleanly.”Oren felt the world tilt violently. The gun in her hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. “You’re my father?” she whispered.Vida’s smile widened. “Blood calls to blood, daughter. That’s why I made sure James would become obsessed
The wedding day arrived beneath a sky heavy with storm clouds.Black luxury cars lined the circular driveway of the Reeves estate while armed guards patrolled every corner like soldiers preparing for battle instead of a ceremony. Inside the castle, chandeliers glowed gold against marble floors, but beneath the beauty lurked tension sharp enough to cut skin.Everyone knew something was coming. No one knew death had already entered the building.Oren stood in front of the mirror in the bridal suite, staring at herself in silence.The dress was breathtaking, black silk stitched with silver embroidery that shimmered like moonlight. The long sleeves hugged her arms while the back plunged low, exposing skin like temptation itself. She looked less like a bride and more like a queen being prepared for war.Behind her, two women adjusted the train carefully before leaving without a word.The moment the door closed, Oren’s expression changed. Cold. Focused. Dangerous. She reached beneath the va
Oren Gallamor didn’t speak to James for two full days.She stayed locked in the east wing, refusing meals, refusing conversation, refusing to even look at him when he came to the door. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face. Every time she breathed, she remembered James’s confess
Harry Vida. He was a serpent in human skin, the the kind of man who smiled warmly while sliding a knife between your ribs. He lied with effortless charm, made you believe he was your ally, then pulled the rug out from under you when it benefited him most. Oren had heard her mother speak of him onc
The gunshot at the harbor club was only just the beginning.Oren Gallamor and James Reeves barely made it back to the castle before the full weight of Harry Vida’s threat crashed down on them. The wedding was now less than 48 hours away, but the air felt like it was already poisoned.Oren paced the
Oren Gallamor stood on the rooftop terrace the next night, wind whipping her hair as she stared at the dark Atlantic below. The message from Harry Vida still burned in her mind.'Bring me what your mother hid, or I release everything.'James Reeves stepped behind her, his presence like heat against







