The room was too quiet.Not the comforting kind of quiet that Sarah once associated with dawns at the Blake residence, where the world was still waking and the breeze fluttered through silk curtains. No, this was the kind of silence that pressed against your ears, thick and suffocating, like it was listening. Like someone was always there, just beyond the wall, waiting for her to scream.But she didnโt scream.Not once.She had been here, wherever here was, for what felt like days. Maybe hours. Maybe an eternity.Her watch had been taken, her phone gone, and even the window in the far corner was sealed with heavy drapes and nailed wood.She tried to keep track of time based on the meals left at the door, but even that had stopped at some point. Or maybe she just hadnโt touched the last one and they figured she wasnโt hungry.Sarah sat in the far corner of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The luxurious chair she'd been given stood unused in the middle of the space,
Gerald chuckled.It was a sickening sound, too casual for someone who had stolen a woman and left a trail of blood behind.โYou know, I must admit,โ Gerald continued, โyou always struck me as the untouchable type. Ice cold, unshakable. But now? You sound just like any other man whoโs had somethingโฆ precious taken from him.โAlexanderโs hand tightened around the phone until the metal creaked. โWhere. Is. She?โโThat depends,โ Gerald said lightly, as if they were discussing weekend plans. โWouldnโt want to make it too easy. After all, you do like games, donโt you? So hereโs one for you.โThe line hissed slightly, then silence, followed by a soft mechanical click as if something had been pre recorded.And then the voice returned, this time with a lilting tone, like a nursery rhyme.โTo find whatโs lost, follow whatโs cold,Beneath the ruins where secrets unfold.A throne once golden, now covered in dust,Guarded by silence and laced with distrust.But be not fooled by shadows and flame,
Gerald folded his hands behind his back.โMake sure the voice system loops her audio,โ he added coolly. โLet him hear her calling for help from a different direction. Heโll chase the sound and never see the real danger coming.โThe lieutenant hesitated. โAnd if he survives the first wave?โGerald smirked, turning his head slightly, like a man amused by a childโs question. โThen we bleed him out slowly.โThere was a quiet pause before the man dared to speak again. โYou really think heโll come alone?โโOh, Iโm counting on it,โ Gerald said softly. โYou think a man like Alexander would risk Sarahโs life to bring backup? No. Heโll come exactly as I told him to, alone, desperate, angry. Thatโs what makes him human. Thatโs what makes him weak.โHe tapped the glass once, firmly.โAnd when he dies here tonight, the last thing heโll seeโฆ is that Iโve already taken everything.โA slow breath escaped him, almost content.โI want his blood staining the ground where his family once built their empi
The silence in the room was thick, too thick after what Sarah had just endured.Her screams still echoed in her head, even though they had stopped leaving her throat.She sat hunched forward in the chair now, shackled wrists trembling, breath uneven.The tears she had shed had dried against her cheeks, salty trails that felt like they had been carved there.Her heart throbbed painfully, as if a part of her soul had been ripped from her and dragged into whatever pit they claimed held Alexander now.Heโs gone, her thoughts whispered.But some small, stubborn part of her still resisted. No. He canโt be. Heโs smarter than that. Stronger than that.Still, the images played on loop behind her eyelids, the video, the blood on his face, the defeated slump of his body. The sound of his voice begging for her life. The way they had shut it off with a finality that made her want to throw up.And worst of all, her own screams, captured and twisted into a weapon against him.But what Sarah didnโt k
The chopper blades thundered above like angry gods, but Sarah didnโt hear them. Not truly.Her body sat slumped against the reinforced interior of the aircraft, swaying slightly with each shift of turbulence.Her wrists were no longer bound, there was no need. She wasn't trying to run. She wasnโt trying to fight.Sheโd surrendered.Not to Gerald. Not to Victoria. But to something deeper. To a grief that twisted her spirit into ribbons.Heโs dead.The words rang like bells in her mind, clear and constant, each repetition carving a fresh wound.She couldnโt even remember how many times she had whispered it to herself.She didnโt know where the reality ended and her thoughts began.The line blurred long ago.Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the seat as she turned her head toward the tinted window, barely making out the stretch of clouds outside.Somewhere below, the world kept turning, people shopped, couples kissed, children laughed. But in her world, it had all gone dark.
Alexander pulled at the collar of his coat, suffocating from the weight of regret.When she had insisted he save Raven, he thought he was doing the right thing.He believed that was what Sarah would want. But now, the decision clawed at his chest like poison.He imagined her now, alone, terrified, thinking he was dead. Thinking heโd abandoned her.And that killed him.With trembling fingers, he grabbed his phone and called the only man he trusted in a crisis this dire.โPick up,โ he growled.The line clicked.โDarius,โ Alexander said, his voice steely. โThey took her. Gerald, he has her. He flew her out in a chopper. I need you to mobilize everything. I donโt care what youโre doing, who youโre with, drop it. Get me a flight path. Scramble every contact you have in surveillance, air traffic, satellites, everything.โDariusโs voice was sharp, ready. โOn it.โโAnd send a second team. Heavy artillery. No questions. I want Gerald hunted down like the rat he is.โโConsider it done.โAlexand
Alexander hadnโt slept.He couldnโt.His mind was a storm of fury, grief, and determination, all tightly leashed beneath the sharp cut of his suit and the red ring around his eyes that hadnโt dulled since Sarah was taken.The private jet cut across the clouds like a missile, Darius seated across from him, tablet in hand, phone to his ear, speaking in rapid fire to his tech team.โSheโs still alive,โ Alexander muttered under his breath. Not to Darius. Not even to himself. To the universe. As if daring it to prove him wrong. โShe has to be.โDarius finally looked up. โWe caught a break. One of Geraldโs men paid a contact to move a chopper from that warehouse. The payment route was unusual, and we traced it to a shell company under a different aliasโฆ all leading to one place.โHe tapped on the screen and turned it to Alexander.An isolated property on the southern coast. Hills. Forest. A private airstrip nearby. No neighbors for miles.Geraldโs new hideout.โYou think heโs keeping her th
SarahShe sat on the floor, trembling hands curled around a piece of porcelain, a broken teacup sheโd stashed away after a โservantโ delivered tea hours ago.The sharp edge glittered in her shaking grip.She was pale.Her lips cracked from dehydration. Her dress hung off her like it didnโt belong to her anymore. Her eyes were void. Empty.As if she was no longer here.โJust one cut,โ she whispered to herself. โJust one cut and Iโll see him again.โShe looked up, eyes glassy, smile fragile, as if she could see someone standing in front of her already.โAlexander,โ she breathed to the ghost in her mind. โIโm sorry I didnโt wait. I couldnโt. Iโm just... so tiredโฆโShe raised the shard to her wrist.And a hand caught her.Real. Warm. Strong.Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief. โNoโฆโShe turned, and for a heartbeat, she didnโt believe it.But he was there.Kneeling before her.Alexander.His chest heaving from the run. Dirt on his clothes. Gun holstered at his side. Eyes red, wild, b
The sun was dipping low over the horizon, casting a rich, molten gold sheen across the endless stretch of cerulean water surrounding the private island. Waves lapped lazily at the pristine white shores, and the sweet scent of tropical blooms filled the salt heavy breeze. Four years had passed since the darkness that had almost swallowed them whole. Four years since Sarah had been ripped from Alexanderโs arms and nearly broken beyond recognition. Four years since Alexander had been confined to a wheelchair, only to fight tooth and nail to walk again, fueled by sheer willpower, physical therapy, and Sarahโs unyielding belief in him. And today, today was a celebration not just of survival, but of life. Laughter rang out from the sprawling beachfront villa, decorated with colorful ribbons, balloons, and flowers that spilled over tables heavy with food and gifts. Small hands clapped excitedly as the Blake twins, three year old terrors with grins that could melt glaciers, chased each
Geraldโs world had flipped, literally and figuratively.The scent of leaking gasoline still clung to his shredded suit.His once polished shoes were coated in blood and gravel, and his jaw ached with every breath he took.The crash had thrown him like a ragdoll, flinging his body into a ditch after his vehicle, tires blown out from a desperate chase, had careened off the hillside road.Heโd blacked out for a moment. Maybe more.But when he came to, it wasnโt mercy that greeted him.It was Darius.Heโd heard the boots crunching over leaves and dirt long before the shadows finally stretched toward him.Then came the firm grip of gloved hands dragging his broken form to a clearing, rifles trained on him, and a half circle of men in black combat gear standing like a wall of death.And at the center of it all, Darius.Pristine as ever, yet colder than a winter grave.Darius stood tall, hands behind his back, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the bloodied man in front of him.G
Sarah turned slowly to Alexander, her hand still pressed to her mouth. โWeโreโฆ weโre going to have a baby.โHis eyes glistened with fresh tears, shock, joy, fear, all colliding in one single breath.He reached out to cradle her face with both hands, his broken leg momentarily forgotten.A baby.A child made from chaos and pain, love and survival.โI donโt deserve this,โ he whispered hoarsely. โNot after everything Iโve done. Not after I almost lost you.โโYou didnโt lose me,โ she whispered back. โAnd you wonโt. Not now. Not ever.โHe kissed her forehead, resting there for a long moment, his tears soaking into her hair. โI swear Iโll protect both of you. Even if I canโt walk. Even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth, Sarah.โShe laughed through her tears, arms wrapping around him tighter than ever. โThen weโll crawl together. And when weโre readyโฆ weโll run.โThey held each other in the stillness of that room, at the beginning of something even greater.A heartbeat they hadnโt
Sarah stayed curled in Alexanderโs arms for a long moment, breathing him in like he was the only tether keeping her from floating away.His hand cradled the back of her head, his chest rising and falling in unsteady waves as if he still couldnโt believe she was real, that she was here.But then her eyes drifted down.Her gaze locked on the white sheets, crumpled and slightly lifted around his lower half.Something tugged at her memory, the shot.The sharp crack of a bullet.The sight of him falling behind her as she ran, screaming his name. Her stomach twisted.She leaned back slightly, her hand moving instinctively to the edge of the blanket, brushing against the thick padding of a cast beneath.Her voice was soft. โYou were shotโฆ I rememberโฆ I...โAlexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. โItโs okay. Iโm here.โBut Sarahโs heart had already begun to race again. โYou were limpingโฆ and I sawโฆ but I didnโt know it was this bad.โ Her eyes darted toward the crutches now
The first thing Sarah registered was the scent of antiseptic, clean, sharp, and nauseating.Then came the ache. Deep in her bones. In her chest. In the marrow of her soul.She stirred, her fingers twitching over crisp hospital sheets as her body shifted ever so slightly, and her mind scrambled to catch up.She wasnโt tied down. She wasnโt cold anymore. She wasnโt in that dark room. That house. Thatโฆ nightmare.She was safe.Orโฆ something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadnโt even known sheโd been crying.The ceiling was a sterile white blur. The walls hummed faintly with distant activity, soft footfalls, medical monitors, the low murmur of conversation somewhere outside the door.But none of it mattered.Because he wasnโt there.And without him, none of this felt real.Her lips parted, cracked and dry, and she tried to speak. Tried to push out the name that had lived on the edge of every prayer she'd whispered during captivity.It came out broken a
Alexander turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and glistening. โIโll be a burden now. Sheโll never say it, but Iโll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. Iโd rather she hate me than pity me.โโSheโs not that kind of woman,โ Darius said firmly.A pause. Then Alexander swallowed hard and asked the question that had been clawing at him since the moment the doctor said the word paralysis.โWhat if she staysโฆ just because she thinks she owes me?โDariusโs brow furrowed. โThen you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.โSilence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. โGerald got away.โDariusโs expression hardened. โBarely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,โ Darius replied coldly. โHe doesnโt care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.โAlexanderโs jaw clenched. โThen weโll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexanderโs heart monitor filled the hospital room like a metronome, steady and soft. The worst had passed, so the doctors said. He had survived the bullets, the blood loss, the surgery. He had defied death.But outside the room, just as Darius turned to check on Sarah again, something in her expression shifted.Relief.That was the first thing he saw.A full bodied, all consuming relief that weakened her spine, dulled her eyes, and uncoiled every taut muscle that had kept her upright through pain, fear, and heartbreak.Then she crumpled.โSarah...!โ Darius lunged forward and caught her just before her knees slammed into the polished floor.Her body was limp in his arms, barely conscious, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her bloodied hands slipped against his shirt as he pulled her close, his voice sharp and commanding as he yelled over his shoulder, โGet a doctor! Now!โWithin seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman heโd secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.โHoly shit,โ he muttered.But she was already in the driverโs seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didnโt vanish, but it sharpened, fused into her bones like steel.And when her foot hit the gas, the tires screamed their fury into the night.The SUV became a blur under her hands.Trees melted past them. Headlights glared like ghosts. The world narrowed to instinct and motion.Sarah didnโt flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didnโt panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself sheโd buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.โHang on,โ she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Dariusโs lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.โHeโs fading,โ Darius warned. โWeโve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Dariusโs boots pounded the forest floor, his rifle cradled tight against his shoulder. His men moved ahead of him like shadows, silent, fast, lethal.Their coordinated breaths were drowned out by the distant echoes of gunfire erupting from the estate.Alexander was still fighting.He was alive.But for how long?โAlpha to all units,โ Darius growled into his earpiece, โentry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.โโCopy that,โ came a chorus of calm, battle hardened voices.Behind him, the night swallowed his words.But not all of it.He turned briefly, his sharp gaze locking onto Sarah, who stood beside the black SUV Darius had arrived in. Her body trembled, her eyes red from tears, but she had not collapsed.She hadnโt fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.โCan you drive?โ he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. โWhat?โโIf this goes south, weโ