LOGINI drove home with tears blurring the road. My phone kept buzzing in my lap, unknown number again and again. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring myself to hear that distorted voice one more time.
When I finally walked through the front door, Liam ran straight to me and hugged my waist tight. “Mom, is Grandpa okay? Dad said he’s hurt.” I knelt down and pulled him close, “He’s stable, baby. The doctors are taking good care of him.” My voice cracked, but I forced a small smile for him. “Let’s get you to bed now.” I tucked him in and sat beside him until his breathing grew slow and even. His small hand stayed wrapped around mine…looking at his peaceful face, I knew I would burn the whole world down before I let anyone touch him. My phone buzzed again. This time it was Damien. I answered quietly. “What?” “I’m still at the hospital,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Your dad is sleeping. How’s Liam?” “He’s scared. We both are.” There was a short pause. Then his tone shifted, becoming colder. “Good. Stay scared. It might stop you from doing something stupid. I’m coming home soon. Don’t go anywhere.” I hung up without another word. I went to the living room and poured myself a glass of water, but my hands shook so badly I almost dropped it. The divorce papers still sat on the table. Damien’s signature looked fresh and final, yet he was acting like they meant nothing at all. A loud knock sounded at the door. My heart jumped. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and walked over slowly. “Who is it?” “It’s me,” Damien said from outside. “Open up.” I unlocked the door with trembling fingers. He stepped inside, looking tired but wired with tension. He noticed the knife in my hand and gave a small, cold smirk. “Planning to stab me now?” “Don’t start,” I whispered. “Liam is sleeping.” He closed the door and locked it behind him. Then he walked straight to me, took the knife from my hand, and set it down on the table. “You’re really scared, huh?” “Yes,” I admitted. “Someone called me earlier. They want some drive or they’ll hurt Liam.” Damien’s face went dark. He pulled me against his chest for a moment. It almost felt safe. Then he spoke against my hair, his voice low and sharp. “You should’ve told me earlier instead of running off. This is exactly why you need me, Lila. You’re too weak to handle this alone.” I pushed him back, anger rising in my chest. “Stop insulting me every time you pretend to care.” He laughed softly, “It’s not an insult. It’s the truth. You got us into this mess now you’re dragging our son into it too.” His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing my cheek almost gently. “But I’ll fix it like I always do.” Victoria’s words from earlier echoed in my head. I stepped away from him. “Why are you really here, Damien? To control me or to actually help?” He stared at me, his eyes shifting between soft and sharp in the same breath. “Both. You’re still mine, Lila. Divorce papers don’t change that.” My phone suddenly lit up on the table, unknown number calling. Damien saw it first and grabbed the phone before I could reach it. He answered on speaker. “Who the hell is this?” The voice came through clearly. “Damien Voss. Good. Now both of you listen. Bring the drive to the old family warehouse in one hour or we send you pieces of your son tomorrow morning.” The line went dead. Damien looked at me. His face had gone pale. For the first time tonight, he looked truly scared. “Stay here with Liam,” he said. “I’ll handle this.” I shook my head. “No. I’m coming with you.” He grabbed my arm, his grip tight. “You will do exactly what I say, Lila. For once in your life, listen to me.” Before I could argue, another text came in. This one had a photo attached. It was Liam sleeping peacefully in his bed taken from inside our house just minutes ago.We reached the city as night settled over the streets. Traffic still moved along the roads, but the atmosphere felt strangely tense, as if the entire city had noticed something was wrong. The Voss headquarters rose above everything else, its glass walls reflecting the lights below while the windows remained bright on almost every level. From the outside, the building looked almost normal, yet the usual flow of people was gone. There were no employees rushing through the entrance or security guards moving between the doors. Doors that should have stood open were sealed, and the familiar security points that once belonged to us now answered to someone else. Even the entrance looked different, stripped of the sense of authority it had always carried. The mastermind had taken the entire structure and turned it into a closed fortress, making the heart of the Voss empire feel like a prison.Damien studied the outer walls with the calm of someone who had walked these halls for years. His e
LilaWe found each other again in a quiet stretch of the lower halls after the worst of the collapse had settled. Dust was still everywhere, and distant sounds of movement reminded us that the danger was not completely over, but Damien seemed focused on something else. His face carried a new clarity, as though a piece of the past had finally fallen into place. He took my hands and asked me to listen without speaking until he finished. His voice stayed low as he began. He told me about the memories that had returned to him. Days from a time when we were both small. A place buried beneath the ground, with plain walls, lights, locked doors, and children who had no idea why they had been taken there. He remembered the questions, the strange rooms, and the fear that followed us everywhere. Most of all, he remembered me. He had known me then, I had known him. We had found each other near a wide window that showed nothing but stone. We had spoken in short, careful sentences because neithe
The photograph stayed in my hand while the quiet of the room pressed around me, something inside my mind shifted, so suddenly that I almost dropped it. A thin crack opened, and let light come through. I saw myself much younger, standing barefoot on grass with the warmth of the sun against my face. I remembered the high windows of the house, the wide garden, and the familiar halls I had once believed were safe. Then I saw a man who visited often and spoke in a steady voice. He never arrived empty handed, sometimes he brought small gifts, and other times he simply sat with me and asked careful questions. Back then, I had trusted him without hesitation. He felt like someone who belonged at the edges of our family, close enough to know our secrets but never close enough to carry the same name. I never questioned why he came so often, I never wondered why he seemed to know so much about us.More days returned, I watched him walk through the halls of the house where I grew up as though h
DamienI found Victoria near a collapsed junction where the air still carried dust from the earlier failures. She was checking a side path when she heard me and turned with her weapon half raised. Relief crossed her face once she saw it was me, we spoke in low voices and shared what little we knew. The children were still missing, Lila had been taken and time was slipping. Victoria pointed to a sealed door she had found while searching for another way out. The lock looked older than the rest of the structure yet the metal still held firm.We forced it open together, behind the door stretched a long narrow room lined with metal cabinets and sealed boxes. This was no ordinary storage space, it was an archive built to last through decades. Rows of files sat in careful order with labels marked years that reached further back than either of us had expected. Victoria moved to one side while I took the other, we began pulling drawers and reading what the pages held.The first records sho
I moved carefully forward until the tight corridor opened up into a small room, faintly lit by a single weak bulb hanging from the ceiling…the atmosphere felt serious in this place. On the far side, sitting quietly, was a man I never thought I would see again. Damien’s father leaned against the stone wall, his clothes torn and stained with dark marks. His face was pale and worn, but when his eyes met mine, they stayed open, filled with a strange mix of recognition and something unspoken.He was badly hurt, each breath seemed to cost him effort. I stopped a few steps away and stared…part of me wanted to turn and keep searching for the children. The history between us carried too many wounds and too much damage. He had stood on the wrong side for too many days…leaving him here felt like the cleaner choice, he watched my face and seemed to read the decision forming…his voice came low. He told me the mastermind had kept him alive for one reason only, he knew where the real evidence sat hi
I opened my eyes to a ceiling I did not know, my head ached and my body rested on a narrow bed that offered no comfort. I sat up slowly and looked around the four walls. No windows and a single door that looked solid enough to hold against anything. The room held almost nothing else…a cabinet against one wall, a small table and a chair…that was all.Rose and Liam were not with me, the empty space where they should have been pressed against my chest until breathing took effort. I stood and walked to the door, the handle did not move…I pushed and then pulled but nothing gave. I called their names and waited, only silence answered. The longing to hear even one small reply rose so strong it left my hands shaking. I needed to know they were safe. I needed to see their faces and feel the weight of them against me again.A speaker set high in the corner crackled to life, the mastermind’s voice filled the room. He spoke in the same calm tone he always used. He told me Damien had escaped the f







