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Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“H—Ha? You’re terrifying—are you trying to kill me or what?!” I laughed, though my voice shook with nerves.Good grief—heaven and hell? I’d love to reach heaven… but hell?! Oh my God, this man might actually be plotting to end me!My thoughts scattered as he burst out laughing, clutching his side while looking atThird Person’s Point of View Lev’s expression was dark as he descended the steps of his private plane, his frame carrying nothing but himself—and the weapons hidden beneath his clothes. [ "Dolzhny li my dvigat'sya seychas, boss?" ][ "Should we move now, boss?" ] Blending seamlessly with the crowd streaming out of the airport, Lev had his hands in his pockets, fingers idly playing with the ring that concealed a blade. "Da, konechno. Izbegay smerti.""Yeah, sure. Avoid dying." His reply to his father’s man crackled through the earpiece at his neck. He boarded a train bound for the location where his brother was holed up. With every passing minute, his eyes drifted to the watch on his wrist—a mini monitor linked to the tracker embedded in Psikh’s body. A device designed to signal if he was close to death… or already gone. Lev let out a sharp whistle. Psikh’s vitals showed no signs of serious injury; his pulse was elev
Third Person’s Point of View “Daddy! You’ll come back, right?” Marimar stood quietly by the doorway, her gaze fixed on Lev and Lebi by the car. Worry weighed heavy in her chest—she’d hated seeing him pack his things earlier, but she knew how much this mission meant to him. All she could do was watch as he knelt to soothe their son, who looked on the verge of tears; this was the first time Lev had ever said goodbye to him properly, and the boy’s heart was clearly breaking. “Don’t you worry about a thing, Lebi.” Lev smiled, brushing a stray tear from his son’s cheek. “Daddy just has some work to finish up, and then we’ll be together—forever. Okay?” The boy’s face was etched with sorrow as he stared up at his father. Lev felt a pang in his own chest—he’d give anything to stay, but his brother’s life and the woman he loved were on the line. Lebi pouted, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “You promise? Really promise?” he sniff
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Please proceed with discretion. Third Person’s Point of View “W-We shouldn’t be doing this! God, Lebi might wake up.” Marimar bit down on her lip, her palms flat against the bedroom floor—elevated a few steps above the main living space, with the door wide open to where their son slept just feet away. She’d protested more than once, but desire had won out; Lev had agreed to hold off on his earlier suggestion, promising to wait for a safer time. Instead, they’d found themselves here. “Hush now… let me take care of you, wife. It’ll be quick.” Lev grinned, kneeling on one knee as he gazed up at her bare lower half. His eyes were dark with hunger, fixed on the soft, flushed curves of her body—her full hips arched slightly as she leaned forward on trembling arms, every muscle tight with anticipation and worry. Marimar was about to turn and argue again when she f
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised. Third Person’s Point of View Birdsong and the crash of waves against the shore filled the quiet morning air. The small bedroom held the soft, steady breathing of a family asleep—curled together on the bed like pieces of a single puzzle. Lebi lay between his parents, one leg thrown casually over his father’s torso, while Marimar held the boy close against her chest. The sharp trill of an alarm cut through the stillness, and Lev stirred awake, his hand finding the phone on the nightstand to silence it with a single tap. He yawned, fighting to open his piercing blue eyes. His hair was a mess, and his body still craved sleep—but his mind was already alert. Just as he was drifting back into drowsiness, he felt Marimar shift and sit up beside him. He kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep as he listened to her move. “Mmm… look at my gorgeous boys. Lor
WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. Reader discretion is advised. Lev Dmitri Romanov’s Point of View They didn’t feed us. For three days, they kept at Mother like that—and for three days, my brother and I went without food. My head throbbed so badly I thought I’d pass out. Sometimes I’d slam my skull against the cage bars just to numb the pain, to make everything go quiet. They tortured her with their assaults, only feeding her when she’d grown too weak to fight back—then starting all over again. For us, the torture was the sound of her screams, the sight of her suffering. It cut through my chest like glass. There were moments I wished I’d gone blind, or deaf. I huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around my knees, shoulders shaking. My head hung low as I tried to ignore the gnawing in my stomach—but I couldn’t hold on much longer. My brother noticed. He’d always been the strong one, talking to our captors like he didn’t
WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content. Reader discretion is advised. Lev Dmitri Romanov’s Point of View “Bosu?! Kore ni tsuite shinkendesu ka?”[“Boss?! Are you serious about this?”] Fear claws through my veins, my body coiled so tight I feel like I might shatter. I press myself into the corner, arms wrapped around my knees so hard my knuckles burn white. Brother… Mom… Please, help me… Tears blur my eyes as their voices cut through the air—words in a language I don’t understand but recognize, sharp and guttural. Japanese, maybe. Or Mandarin. Whatever it is, it sounds like danger. “Dōiu imidesu ka?”[“What do you mean?”] “Tsumari, jōshi. Kare wa mada kodomoda, shinu kamo shirenai.”[“I mean, boss. He’s just a child—he might die.”] A harsh burst of laughter rips through the room, and I flinch so hard my teeth clack together. “Bakanano?! Chottoshita shin’nyū de dare ga shinu
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Hapi’s face was stark white when I met her eyes. No words came out—I was frozen, not knowing what to do. I wanted to say what she’d said to me earlier: I won’t leave you. I wanted to fight with her, to keep her from falling into the hands of who
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View My eyes were fixed on Levi as I pushed myself up from the sand, my body still trembling. His gaze wasn’t on me—not yet. It was locked on Sean, who lay crumpled against a palm tree, clutching his side and gasping for breath. Levi’s eyes were cold
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Two weeks had passed since I’d washed up on Isla Salvador and made a home here with Hapi. Life had been quiet—peaceful, even—save for the boat rides to the mainland market. Lucky for me, growing up near the ocean meant I’d been born to handle th
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View “N-No! Please!” I screamed, my voice cracking with terror as I thrashed beneath him. I tried to kick at his hips, to shove him away, but his body was solid as stone—he didn’t budge an inch. “Shut up, will you?” he growled, pinning my w







