I saw my daughter get killed before my eyes, but my husband did not believe me. What broke me more was the fact that the person who took her away from me was no other than his mistress’ child.
It was then that I knew my life would turn upside down.
A few minutes before it happened, Lily stood beside me, clutching my fingers with her tiny hand as we watched the hill. But the moment I blinked, she was nowhere to be seen.
She hadn’t tripped. She hadn’t stumbled.
She was pushed.
I saw it. I saw him do it.
A kid… someone I did not recognize, pushed her off the railing and sent her plummeting down the rocky, slope that led directly into a ditch.
My heartbeat halted when the boy’s smirk grew the instant Lily’s small body hit the stony ground.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
Then, my entire soul shattered.
"Lily!" My scream tore through the grand hall as I ran to the porch, watching my daughter roll down the rocky hill below. Her head snapped back, her little arms twitched—then she went terrifyingly, deathly still.
The hall froze almost instantly. I shoved the boy away, desperately trying to jump over the porch until a hand grabbed me.
“Ma’am—”
“Get away from me!”
I pushed my husband’s secretary aside and leaped, paying no attention to the twigs and rocks that tore into my skin. The feeling of losing my daughter overpowered me more than the pain. Lily was face down, screaming and groaning, until a few seconds later, her timid voice grew silent. I crawled toward her small figure, gently scooping her into my arms.
“L-Lily? Baby?”
She was bleeding heavily. Her limbs were twisted past recognition, her head arched at an unnatural angle, all painted in that thick, fresh crimson. She was no longer responding.
"No, no, baby, stay with me!" I sobbed, pressing my shaking fingers against her wrist. Her pulse was fading.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. But no one moved. No one rushed forward to help. No one cared.
Except for the boy who did this.
I snapped my head up, rage choking me. The little boy stood there, smirking—as if my child’s suffering was a game.
"You—" my voice trembled with fury.
Before I could move, a familiar figure stepped in front of me.
"Careful," she murmured, smiling sweetly. "You wouldn’t want to accuse my son of something so… unspeakable, would you?"
I stared at her, my blood turning to ice.
“Selene… what are you doing here..?”
This woman…!
Selene Evergreen. My husband’s first love. She had been married to another politician, but from what I had heard, her husband had died. And now, suddenly, she was here?
I turned desperately to Damian Hail—my husband on paper. He, too, was staring at Selene with enchanted eyes, as if the sight of her angelic presence erased the image of our bloody daughter. As if Selene mattered more than his own flesh and blood.
"Damian!" I shouted, making him snap back to reality. "Call the doctor! She needs help!"
Damian’s conflicted eyes shifted to Lily and me. His lovestruck expression darkened into something sour.
“Lily?!” He rushed over and snatched my child from my arms as if he had not already taken everything from me. “What happened?! Why didn’t you watch her?!”
Before I could even open my mouth to speak, Selene chimed in.
“What kind of unfit mother would leave their child unattended?! She’s bleeding so much! Here, let me help you!”
Selene shoved me aside and pretended to shake Lily awake. But the more she did, the more Lily convulsed.
“Stop it! You’re making her worse!” I pushed Selene away, and instantly, murmurs spread through the onlookers.
“Did she just push her?”
“I didn’t think the madam would be violent like that.”
“She’s so incompetent. Selene’s right—why didn’t she watch over her?”
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay silent. “Lily? Mommy’s here, don’t worry… you’ll be okay, sweetie…”
“Lily… Daddy won’t let anything happen to you.” Damian placed his palm over Lily’s mouth and nose. His demeanor of mafia emperor completely dissolving into the looks of a worried father. “She’s not breathing… she’s not breathing! Where the fuck is the doctor?!”
Panic seized me. Tears streamed down my face.
“No, Lily… stay with me! Stay with Mommy!”
Lily… my poor baby. What has she done to deserve this?!
A few seconds later, the doctor arrived. He inspected Lily before shaking his head. “She shouldn’t have been moved after she fell! It’s causing further pressure in her brain! We need to get her to the hospital fast!”
“I told you!” I yelled at Selene, who only lowered her head in a mock display of guilt.
“I-I’m sorry, I only tried to help…”
“Help?! You’re going to kill her now!”
A tight choke caused me to shut my mouth. Damian’s fingers wrapped across my neck, his fingers leaving bruises in my skin. He then bellowed, “Shut up! Don’t raise your voice at her!”
Damian’s furious voice roared in my face, making everything worse.
“B-But I’m your wife—”
“This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you!”
I froze.
This was the first time he had ever raised his voice at me like that.
“This is all your fucking fault, Kierra.”
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm.
It’s okay. Calm down.
“Ahhh!”
A sudden scream rang through the air.
Damian and I both turned—just in time to see Selene’s child falling from the porch. He plummeted down, rolling for a bit causing everyone to gasp. Damian immediately turned his attention, completely letting go of our daughter.
Selene rushed to her son, her expression twisting into one of pure horror.
Bleeding bursts from his arm and soon enough her kid’s cry blares into the air.
“Damian! You have to help our son too!”
There was a deafening silence, before the crowd tore their eyes off my daughter and into the new victim.
Son?
And just like that, my world finally crumbled into dust.
Damian’s voice cut through the thick silence like a blade.“Selene. Drop the gun.”His pistol was trained squarely at his sister’s head. His hands didn’t shake, his eyes didn’t falter. The cold gleam in his gaze was the same one I had seen in boardrooms and blood-soaked alleys. Ruthless. Calculating. This wasn’t about saving his son—this was about control.Selene’s fingers twitched against the trigger. She pressed the muzzle harder into Daryl’s temple, and the boy let out a strangled sob. My chest twisted, but I didn’t let it show.“Y-You wouldn’t dare,” Selene spat, voice cracking. Sweat dripped down her temple, her perfectly curled hair disheveled from the chaos. “He’s my blood too, Damian! Our legacy! You’d kill your own nephew?”“I’d kill anyone who stands in the way of order,” Damian replied coldly. “Even you.”The Noir de Costas shifted, rifles snapping up in unison, their black-clad bodies like shadows waiting for a command.“Madam!” one of them called, his voice sharp with urg
The battlefield had gone eerily quiet.The last Viper hit the floor with a heavy thud, and the clang of his rifle echoed in the vast underground chamber. The air was thick with gunpowder, smoke, and the copper tang of blood. My lungs burned, my arm was slick with my own blood from a graze across my bicep, but I refused to falter. The Noir de Costas stood around me like a wall of shadows, their knives still wet, their gazes trained on every exit.Every enemy had been wiped out.Except one.Selene.She emerged from the dark like a phantom, her heels clicking against the blood-slick floor, her once-pristine hair wild and unkempt, her face streaked with sweat and desperation. But it wasn’t the sight of her that made my stomach clench—it was the trembling figure she held in front of her.Daryl.The boy’s eyes were wide, his small hands clawing against her grip as Selene pressed a gun against his temple. His sobs broke through the silence, jagged and raw, tearing through me like shards of g
The gun pressed firm against Kaspian’s forehead. My arm was steady, my eyes colder than the barrels trained at me from his men. The fight around us had gone quiet, gunfire fading into groans and the metallic clatter of dropped weapons. The Noir de Costas had carved through the Vipers like shadows through fire—swift, merciless, leaving only embers in their wake. Now, the only sound was Kaspian’s ragged breathing against the steel of my weapon.“Checkmate,” I whispered.For the first time, his smirk faltered. His cocky, untouchable façade cracked, and beneath it was the raw man—the boy who had been chasing shadows his entire life. His eyes blazed with something feral, a rage mixed with desperation, and his voice came out like a guttural roar.“Why?!” he spat, his body trembling against the pressure of the gun. “Why is it always him? Why does Sebastian get everything? Why does he get you? Why does he get love, loyalty, devotion—and I get nothing?”His chest heaved, his words spilling lik
A dozen rifles lifted in unison, the red dots of their laser sights slicing across the dim air. My heart didn’t even twitch.Kaspian leaned lazily on the butt of his rifle, a smirk curving his lips like he was welcoming me to a stage he’d prepared for months. His voice cut through the thick tension, slick and poisonous.“You’ve grown bold, princess,” he drawled, his tone dipped in mockery. “But tell me—do you really think your little rebellion can tear down my empire? You’re just a broken toy. A widow clinging to ghosts. You couldn’t even save your child.”My lungs froze for a fraction of a second. He knew where to aim, pressing his words into the old wounds I had sewn shut with fire and vengeance. His eyes glinted with malice, hungry for my reaction, for the crack in my mask.I tilted my head, lips curving—not in defeat, but in venom.“I stopped being lost the day I decided to kill you.”Before his smirk could widen, my hand moved. My gun snapped up and fired, the bullet screaming pa
The skyscraper towered above me, its jagged glass face fractured by the reflection of neon lights. The city pulsed with shadows and deals, its veins running thick with greed and poison. I had walked into many dens before, but this one… this one reeked of Sebastian’s blood.Damian trailed beside me, his hood pulled low to disguise the unmistakable arrogance in his face. Yet arrogance only got you so far—fear was written in the tight clench of his jaw, in the twitch of his fingers near his pocket, as if grasping for something that might give him control again. He wasn’t used to following anyone. But tonight, he followed me.Behind us, the Noir de Costas bled into the darkness. My shadows, my family of knives, guns, and unbreakable loyalty. Their movements were silent, surgical. Already, the higher floors of this skyscraper were whispering with death as the Noirs cleaned house—drug dealers cut down in alleys, bodies left cooling beneath fluorescent glow. We moved with the night itself, h
The war room was dimly lit, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the walls like ghosts of our dead. A single bulb swung overhead, casting an uneven glow across the long table where maps, photographs, and hastily scribbled notes sprawled like veins of a living beast. My beast. My army. My Noir de Costas.I stood at the head of the table, palms pressed against the wood, eyes locked on the skyscraper blueprint spread before me. Its black ink lines marked the territory of the Vipers—front companies by day, drug dens by night. Their arrogance was stamped in neon, and tonight, I was going to burn that arrogance down to ash.“They think the night shields them,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Every pair of eyes lifted to me. “But the night is ours. Their skyscrapers may rise above the city, but shadows climb higher.”A murmur of approval rippled through them. Alessio whispered, “We hit them at the shift. Office rats out, dealers in. Perfect choke point. Their g