Chapter 68The estate was unusually quiet that night, as though the air itself braced for the shift coming.Outside the balcony of the east wing, the city lights blinked lazily in the distanceâinnocent and unaware.Inside, Gabriel stood near the bar pouring himself a small glass of whiskey. His expression was drawn, eyes low, a thousand thoughts stirring behind them. The fire in the hearth danced quietly, throwing gold across the walls like a memory trying to burn itself into the future.Grandpa Edward Audrey entered the study, slowly but with a presence that made the room shrink into silence. He wore a long ash robe, simple, soft. But the weight of his decisions cloaked him heavier than armor.âYou wanted to speak?â the old man asked, sinking into the armchair near the fire.Gabriel turned. âYes, sir.âHe came to sit across from him, swirling the glass once before speaking.âYou really plan to announce the CEO tomorrow?âEdward nodded. âYes. Itâs time.âGabriel hesitated, leaning fo
Chapter 67: The Birdie New LoungeThe Birdie New Lounge wasnât just another uptown spot trying to sell champagne dreams in plastic flutesâit was that rare kind of hush-money luxury, Mira walked in first, in a burnt-orange silk blouse that hugged her soft in all the right ways. Nia followed, her black leather pants tight, her shirt sheer just enough to teaseâbut not too much for the cameras hovering in corners.âReservation?â the host asked, tone snobbish, eyes skimming their intertwined fingers.âUnder âNia,ââ Mira said, sharp and confident.They were led to a corner booth wrapped in velvet and mystery. It faced a stained glass window of a bird mid-flightâfree, untouchable.âI canât believe weâre doing this,â Nia muttered, smoothing her hands down her lap.Mira smiled, almost mischievous. âDoing what? Dating like real people?âNia looked around. âI mean⊠this place. Us. You. After everything.âMira leaned in, voice sultry. âSay it plain, babe. You mean after Zac.âNia tensed, jaw tw
Chapter 66: The Rats in the BasementThe safe house wasn't safe anymore. Not with the weight of secrets cracking its walls and the smell of betrayal thick in the air like mold. It was a rundown warehouse on the edge of the city, hidden behind a row of forgotten shipping containers. A perfect place for ghosts like themâRaymond, Henry, and now, Pigo.Pigo stepped inside like a man stepping into a lionâs den with raw meat strapped to his chest. His black hoodie was damp from sweat, despite the nightâs cold. His eyes scanned every shadow, every creak, every dark corner.Raymond stood by a table, nursing a half-empty bottle of whiskey, his gold wristwatch loose around his tattooed wrist. Henry leaned against the far wall, arms folded, face stony, jaw twitching.âYouâre late,â Raymond said, not looking at him.âNo, Iâm not,â Pigo answered, shrugging off the hood. âYouâre just desperate.âRaymond finally looked upâeyes bloodshot, smile dry. âWe pay you. Watch your tone.âPigo snorted, walke
Chapter 65: Family ReunionThe scent of disinfectant still lingered in the air. Not from a hospital, noâbut from the scrubbed-clean warehouse Gabrielâs people raided just hours ago. The place where they had found her. Where a mother had been kept like she was a number. A warning. A pawn.Niaâs hands were trembling even as she stood still, like her body knew something massive was coming and couldnât decide whether to run or fall to its knees.Zia, however, didnât wait. She stepped forward the second the back doors of the SUV opened and the woman in the red shawl stepped down. A woman whose eyes had seen too much, whose bones carried secrets carved in silence. Her mother. Their mother.âMom?â Zia breathed, voice cracked, like her throat had dried up with the years.The woman looked up. Time had done things to her face. Lines like rivers carved from pain, but her eyes⊠those eyes were mirrors. Zia saw herself. Nia. All the years. All the longing.âMy baby,â the woman whispered, before
Chapter 64 â The RaidNight fell like a silk curtain pulled down hard over a stage of secrets. The air around Grandpa Edward Audreyâs estate felt too still, like even the wind knew something deadly was about to go down. Every breath was tight. Every silence heavy. Every second, loaded.Inside the main boardroom, the atmosphere was suffocating.Zia sat beside Lorenzo, her fingers interlocked with his, her eyes focused but clouded. Nia stood by the window, arms crossed, jaw clenched. Mira was on the far end of the room, phone in hand, barely blinking. Gabriel leaned forward, knuckles resting on the polished table, while Grandpa Edward stood tall, his cane tapping rhythmically against the floor like a war drum.Then came the call.Gabrielâs phone buzzed, a vibration that broke the room like a bullet through glass. He answered on speaker.A voice, deep and smooth but urgent, filled the air.âWeâre in position.âGabriel nodded. âAre you sure itâs the place?ââNo doubt,â the voice confirme
Chapter 63 â Old Wounds, New FireLorenzoâs phone buzzed violently on the polished mahogany table, its vibration slicing through the tension that had momentarily cooled. The name on the screen sent a slow, cold fury boiling in his chest.Sophia.He didnât pick it at first. Just stared at the name like it was a ghost that owed him blood.Zia caught the flicker in his eyes. âWho is it?âHe didnât answer. Instead, he snatched the phone and stood, stalking out of the boardroom like a silent hurricane. The hallway was empty, clinical in its silence, but the rage in Lorenzoâs steps made the walls pulse.He picked the call.And didnât say a word.Her voice came firstâsoft, breathy, rehearsed. âLorenzoâŠâHe exhaled, but it sounded like thunder.âYou have the nerve,â he said, his voice low, controlled, almost quietâyet blistering with venom. âYou have the gall to call me now?ââLorenzo, please⊠I didnât know who else toâââYou didnât know?â His laugh was dry. âYou didnât know when you dragged