Daisy's POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since morning. The sky was a heavy grey blanket, rumbling with low thunder, like it, too, was tired of all the secrets we kept. I stared out the hotel window, hugging my arms. It had been days since I last saw my kids. Days of restless pacing, unanswered calls, and vague texts from Kelvin. He was keeping them safe, I knew that much. But the silence made everything feel ten times worse.Dickson sat on the couch behind me, his shirt open, his jaw tight. He hadn't said much since our argument two nights ago. We were supposed to be figuring things out together, but all we had managed was to drift further apart. Still, we were stuck in this room, two people haunted by the same past."You should eat something," he said finally, his voice rough from disuse."I'm not hungry," I replied, still staring at the street below."Daisy," he said, rising to his feet. "Ignoring me won’t fix this."I turned sharply. "And talking about it won’t bring our kids back int
Kelvin's POVMy name is Kelvin, though I go by other names in different circles. But I prefer Kelvin—simple, straightforward. Daisy confided in me about the dangers her children faced after her fall out with Dickson. She feared for their safety and asked me to take them in. I agreed without hesitation, treating them as my own and ensuring they had everything they needed.The children—Amara, Tobi, and little Zuri—brought life back into my home. Their laughter echoed through the halls, a stark contrast to the silence that once prevailed. I enrolled them in a nearby school, hired tutors, and even set up a playroom filled with toys and books.One evening, as I prepared dinner, Amara approached me."Uncle Kelvin," she began, "why did Mommy leave us here?"I paused, choosing my words carefully. "Your mom wanted to keep you safe. She loves you very much."Tobi chimed in, "Is she coming back soon?"I smiled, ruffling his hair. "Of course. She's just sorting things out."But deep down, I knew
Chapter 53 Rosa’s POVThe bus stopped. I stepped down, pulling my coat tighter. The air in this city felt different. Cleaner. Quieter.But peace wasn’t why I came here.I left the city where Daisy and Dickson were. I had to.They were together again.And I couldn’t let that continue.But first, I needed time to think. To plan.*I need to start fresh*, I told myself.I walked into a small apartment I rented under a fake name. The key clicked in the lock. The place was cold and empty. Just a couch, a table, a desk.But that was fine.I sat down and pulled out my phone.A message blinked.I stared at the screen.Me:I know. I saw them. I left.Unknown Number: you sure that’s smart?Me: It's not about being smart. It’s about strategy.*I turned off the phone.The next morning, someone knocked on my door.I didn’t open right away.“Who is it?” I asked.“It’s Lycan,” a voice said. “You told me to come.”I opened the door slowly. A young man stood there, nervous.“Come in,” I said.He walk
Rosa’s POVI sat in the back of the train, hood over my head, watching the trees blow wind past. The city was behind me now. So were Daisy and Dickson. I thought leaving would give me peace.It didn’t.My phone buzzed. I glanced down. A message.An unknown call came in through.Dickson and Daisy's bonds are getting stronger together. You failed.”I gritted my teeth and deleted it.Later, at a small station, I got off. No one followed. Not yet.I walked into a quiet diner and took a booth in the corner. The waitress came over, smiling.“Coffee?” she asked.“Black,” I said.She nodded and walked away.A man slipped into the booth across from me. I didn't look at him.“You’re late,” I muttered.“I came as fast as I could.”“Did you bring it?”He slid a small bag across the table. “Everything you asked for.”I unzipped the bag. New ID, money, keys.“Any trouble?”“None. But Rosa, are you sure you want to keep running?”“I’m not running,” I said. “I’m planning, I will make my move no matte
Daisy’s POVI sat by the window, arms folded, watching the clouds roll in. Dickson was in the other room, humming to himself while working on the encrypted files. Things were good. Better than they’d been in years. And that terrified me.I wasn’t used to peace. Or to him smiling so freely.“Hey,” Dickson said, walking in with two mugs of coffee. “Still love it dark and bitter?”I smiled and took the cup. “Like my past.”He chuckled. “Well, at least one of us can joke about it now.”We clinked mugs. But I noticed something in his eyes—hesitation? Distraction? I couldn’t tell.Before I could ask, his phone buzzed.He frowned at it. “Unknown number.”“You gonna answer?”He looked at me. “Not unless you want me to.”“Go ahead,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I trust you.”He answered. “Hello?”I watched his face shift from curious to confused.Then to... cold.He hung up without a word.“What was that?”He stared at me. “Nothing. Just spam.”“Dickson.”“I said it’s nothing.""Now that w
Rosa's POV"They think love makes them stronger," I whispered, watching the grainy footage loop on my screen.Dickson and Daisy. Together again. Smiling. Touching. Trusting each other.It was sickening.I slammed the laptop shut. The quiet thud echoed through the empty room."They really think they’ve won," I muttered, standing and pacing the length of the old bunker. My boots scuffed against the cracked cement floor.But I wasn’t angry.I was calculating.Because now I knew what mattered most to them.And that meant I knew exactly where to strike.An hour later, I met with Lycan.He was waiting for me at the back of the old subway station, leaning against a rusted support beam."You're late," he said, arms crossed."I'm planning a war, not a dinner party."He smirked. "What now?""Dickson and Daisy are back together."Lycan’s brows rose. "Seriously? After all that?""Apparently forgiveness is fashionable.""So what’s your move?"I stepped closer. "We tear them apart."Lycan chuckled.