LOGINDella’s POVThree weeks had passed since I walked out of the medical wing, and the world had moved on as if the storm that destroyed my life had been nothing more than a passing shadow. My home was peaceful. The heavy, suffocating weight of the debt was gone, replaced by quiet morning coffee, laughter at the dinner table, and the slow, steady rhythm of an ordinary life. My family was healing. My father smiled again, my mother no longer jumped when the doorbell rang.Everything was back to normal. And it was driving me insane."Della, are you even listening to me?" Christal’s voice pulled me out of my trance. We were sitting at an outdoor café in the heart of the city's shopping district, bathed in warm afternoon sunlight. A light breeze rustled the pastel umbrellas above us, and Christal was gesturing animatedly over her iced matcha latte, talking about a promotion at the firm she works in and a guy she had met over the weekend."Sorry," I murmured, forcing a small smile as I stirred
Della’s POVThe silence that fell over the room felt heavier than the concrete slab that had trapped me in the De Luca basement. I stood rooted to the floor, staring down at Karlo. My ears rang with the echo of his words, my mind struggling to process the reality of what he had just surrendered."What... what are you talking about?" I whispered, my voice trembling. A hollow, disbelieving laugh bubbled up from my throat. "Is this some kind of sick test, Karlo? After everything? After you took a bullet for me?"Karlo didn't look away. His eyes, usually so full of terrifying, possessive fire were… flat, exhausted, and weighed down by an unbearable grief."It’s not a test, Della," he rasped, his chest rising in a slow, shallow struggle against the heart monitor’s steady hum. "It’s the only decent thing I have left to give you.”“You spent weeks keeping me in a gilded cage!" I stepped closer, my voice rising, thick with tears and sudden, furious confusion. "You forced me into your world! Y
Della’s POVThe air in the private medical wing of the Valtteri estate was heavy with the crisp, sterile scent of antiseptic, sharp contrast to the smoke and copper that had filled my lungs in the subterranean hellhole four days ago.The low, rhythmic beep... beep... beep of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the silence of the room. It was the only tether holding me to sanity.For ninety-six hours, I hadn't stepped out of this room.Cain had tried to coax me into taking a break. A team of nurses had softly suggested I sleep in one of the guest suites. Nina promised she'd watch over him while I rested. Even Karlo’s personal physician had offered a mild sedative to help me rest. I refused them all. I bathed in the adjoining bathroom, changed into oversized soft clothes, and pulled an armchair right up to the edge of his bed, my hand permanently anchored around his cold, quiet fingers.I couldn't leave. I couldn't sleep, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blinding
Della’s POVI stood frozen in the eye of the storm, my hands resting against Karlo’s chest. His heart was hammering with a terrifying, heavy thud beneath his damp tactical shirt, his steel-blue eyes searching my face with a terrifying intensity."It was just one of the guards," I whispered, my voice raspy from the smoke filling the corridor. "The one stationed at the sub-station."Karlo didn't nod. He didn't relax. The muscle in his jaw clenched so hard I thought it would crack.Without a word, his large, calloused hand slid down to wrap tightly around my wrist, anchoring me to his side. He turned, stepping over the burning debris, dragging me through the sea of fallen bodies and shattered glass littering the concrete floor.He stopped beside a groaned, bleeding guard slumped against the wall. Karlo stared down at the man, his voice ice-cold. "Is this him?""No," I murmured, watching the way Karlo’s shoulders flexed with raw, unrestrained power.We moved to the next body lying in the
Della’s POVThe pain in my face was a dull, burning roar. Every time I breathed through my mouth, I could taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. I lay curled on the cold concrete floor, my hand pressed against my swollen cheek, staring into the dark.I didn't care about the pain. All I could think about was that fleeting flash of green on the screen before everything went dark.Did it work? Did he see it?I didn't have time to doubt myself. The answer arrived with a sound that shook the very foundation of the earth beneath me.BOOM.A muffled, violent explosion detonated somewhere above us, so powerful that dust and concrete powder rained down from the ceiling like ash. The single fluorescent light bulb overhead shattered into a million sharp shards, plunging the holding area into near-total blackness before the amber emergency lights flickered to life.Shouts rang out down the hallway. Gunfire—rapid, terrifying, and merciless—echoed through the concrete halls like thunder tra
Della’s POVAn hour had passed since I slipped the keycard into my corset, every single tick of the clock sounding like a gunshot inside my head. My chest burned where the hard plastic pressed against my skin, a constant, agonizing reminder of the risk I was taking.The guards had grown entirely complacent, blinded by the dark quiet of the subterranean compound. The first guard had passed out in his chair, his snoring echoing down the hallway, while the second stepped away to take a private phone call near the far exit.This was my moment.Suppressing a surge of nausea, I pulled the stolen keycard from my gown, my fingers slick with cold sweat. I stretched my arm through the iron bars, aligning the card with the electronic lock mounted on the outer frame.Click.The mechanical lock disengaged with a soft, heavy thud. I held my breath, slowly pushing the iron door open just enough to squeeze my body through. My bare feet touched the grimy concrete of the guard station, silent as a ghos







