Se connecterI rushed out of the surveillance room, the images of the intruder still burning in my mind. My car waited outside. The engine roared to life, and the other cars followed. The city streets blurred past as I drove, the weight of the night’s tasks pressing down.Fifteen minutes later, I stepped into my office. Noah was already there, a file clutched in his hand. His expression carried the urgency I expected whenever something critical surfaced.“Boss, after tracking the Canadian king’s profile, I found something more valuable that links directly to Dorn,” he said.I paused. The name alone sharpened my focus. Dorn operated in the shadows of the underworld. He trafficked children and sold human organs through hidden channels, moving shipments across borders with calculated precision. I had been waiting for a weakness, and Noah had finally uncovered it.Noah set the file on my desk and opened it. Surveillance photos, transaction logs, and shipment routes filled the pages. He tapped a marked
She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh as I came into view. I paused, noticing she was now fully awake. She turned her face toward the wall, rolling her eyes at me. I did not comment. Instead, I moved with quiet precision and sat beside her, letting my hand brush over hers. She cast me a bored look but did not pull away, her fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek.“What happened back there?” I asked, voice calm, measured, eyes searching hers as if reading more than words.“Nothing,” she murmured, shifting slightly. “Just your voice wrecking my calm, like usual.” Her tone was teasing, yet the slight stiffening of her posture caught my attention.“Is that so?” I smirked. “Then rest. My meeting is done, you can sleep now.”Before she could react, I drew her gently into my side, my arms wrapping around her in a firm, grounding embrace. Her body stiffened slightly at first, then slowly relaxed. Her fingers lingered on my sleeve for a heartbeat longer than usual, and th
When I pushed open the bedroom door, a familiar scent drifted toward me, the soft trace she had always left behind. It wrapped around the room, easing the tension as I stepped inside. I crossed to the bed, emptied my pockets onto the nightstand, and let my eyes sweep across the room, taking in how everything was neat, polished, and arranged exactly as it should be.I remembered the days I had scolded her for the little things she had always left behind. Over time, she had learned to move with quiet precision, smoothing sheets, aligning pillows, leaving everything exactly as it should be. Order wasn’t a preference for me; it had been law, and she had clearly known that. I had always believed a wife’s bond rested not on affection alone but on anticipating a husband’s needs.By the time the day wound down, she closed her eyes, sinking into a deep, restorative sleep. I stayed awake, laptop glowing faintly on the table as I worked from the couch near the window. I rarely used my study u
The chilly morning wind brushed against my skin as I stood in the middle of a garden blooming with flowers and trees. Dew clung to the grass, sparkling under the early light, while a stone path cut cleanly through the field like a line no one dared cross. To my left, my family stood in silence. To my right, Evan’s family waited. My fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of my dress, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The place felt prepared for something, some gathering or event I could not name. Everyone’s faces carried the same weight: anger, disbelief, shock, questions. My eyes stung as I fought to keep my emotions contained. I jolted awake, heart hammering, limbs heavy as if gravity had doubled. A trembling sigh escaped me as the blanket slipped from my shoulders. I rubbed my eyes, blinking rapidly, and tugged the blanket closer around me. “I’ve scheduled the meeting for the day after tomorrow. Make sure everyone’s informed and nothing is left unfinished. W
Evan's PovIt was a cold evening. I walked into my office and plunged into work, never stopping even during the functions. If I couldn’t go to the office, I worked at home in my study without taking a single pause. The room felt frozen in stillness, every corner holding its breath, until I spoke and shifted the tension. “I’ve gone through all the files and details related to their profiles.” I crossed one leg and leaned back, sharp-eyed as I studied the documents spread across the table. My words were directed at Thomas, seated across from me. “Above all of them, I think Jacques deserves a chance. His profile seems more professional, and my instincts tell me he’s someone worth testing.” I let my glance flick between the papers, weighing every detail attentively. Thomas nodded gradually, and I could tell he felt the weight behind my words. “Sure, boss. So when do we call him for a meeting?”His tone stayed professional, but I sensed his anticipation. I bit my bottom lip, spinning
I was feeling restless in my deep slumber, my body heavy, unresponsive, sinking into the mattress as if it could swallow me whole. Slowly, reluctantly, I forced my eyelids open. A haze clouded my vision, the world soft and unfocused until I froze my gaze on the ceiling while rubbing my forehead. I shifted slightly, letting my eyes sweep across the room. Everything looked calm, too calm. The curtains swayed gently with the breeze, the soft light brushing across the walls. A sharp throb hit my temples, my head heavy and pounding. My hands lifted instinctively, pressing against my skin, only to find a cold, strange numbness crawling through them. That’s when I noticed I was still wearing the pink floral dress from the feast. The soft fabric hugged my body, flaring around my legs in delicate folds. I frowned, confusion twisting in my chest. How had I not changed into my nightdress? Why was I still wearing this dress?Then it all crashed over me. Every detail of the night before, the
The guard stood in the doorway, a bouquet tucked under one arm and a neatly wrapped box balanced in the other.“Oh… it’s you. I wasn’t expecting you today,” I said, forcing a shaky smile, trying to hide how startled I felt.He usually worked at the warehouse, supervising in my father’s absence. He
The soft lights spilled across my gown as my gaze fell to the floor, seeing nothing at all. My mother’s gentle voice cut through the haze, brushing a fold of fabric into place. “Jenna… it’s time,” she murmured.My fingers trembled over the embellished stones and beads on the bodice as I nodded, dra
The ride home passed in heavy silence. The familiar streets and my house felt altered, heavy and foreign, until I bolted to my room and slammed the lock.My purse thudded onto the bed as I sank to the edge, clutching the mattress, my breath uneven, my eyes scanning the room.How dare he act like th
Chapter 16 — Breathless In The DarkTime had shifted, though not in any way I wanted. My life wasn’t the one I used to live; it was one I feared I might never survive. Every day felt like staring death in the face through his eyes. He wasn’t calm. He was fiercer than I could have ever imagined.Twe







