Sighing, Aria walked home from work after yet another boring, non-adrenaline-filled day. Her feet were covered in little blisters that throbbed from standing all day. She worked as a data analyst in an office just a few blocks from her tiny apartment, staring at computers and numbers until her eyes blurred. It was tedious, but it was the only way she could pay her bills, put food on the table, and manage her student loans, which felt like they were about to crush her.
But Aria's mind was elsewhere. She used to love cryptography, spending countless hours solving and decrypting secret codes while exploring the dark web. She was good at it too; people even called her a genius. However, something had changed. Aria had stopped working on her codes and messages after her parents were brutally murdered in their home back in Minnesota before she moved to New York. They were found dead, with no leads or motive. The police claimed it was a robbery gone wrong, but Aria knew better. She believed her parents were murdered, and she blamed herself for their deaths.
She had been working on a sensitive project, decoding messages for a client, and she suspected her work had put her family in danger. But there was nothing she could do about it. The memory of that night haunted her, fresh as if it had happened yesterday. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was responsible, that her work had led to their deaths. So, she stopped. She focused on her mundane life, trying to survive while also keeping herself safe. She had to forget the thrill of codes and the pain of her loss. But the memory lingered, haunting her. She knew there was no way she could forgive herself.
As she walked home, a shiver ran down her spine. That morning, she had received a mysterious message at work: "Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. Come alone." Aria tried to ignore it, but her heart raced. Who could be contacting her, and why? Could it be a secret skalker? She knew the old warehouse mentioned in the message; it was the only one in the city. As the day dragged on, her anxiety and curiosity grew. She couldn’t concentrate at work, her mind constantly drifting back to the message. What did it mean, and who was behind it?
Little did Aria know, her ordinary life was about to take a dramatic turn. She was being pulled back into the world she thought she had left behind, and this time, there would be no turning back.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing. Hesitating for a moment, she answered. "Hello?"
"Aria, it’s me! Alex! I haven’t heard from you in ages. What’s going on?"
Aria sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. She had abandoned her friends and hobbies after her parents' death. But deep down she knew it was for their safety as well, as she didn't want anymore people dying because of her. "I’ve just been busy, Alex. With work and stuff," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Work? Psh! You mean that office job? Aria, you’re wasting your talent. You’re meant to do great things with that skill. You haven’t been picking up my calls. I miss my friend, and I want her back." Alex stressed the last part, hoping Aria would understand how much she meant to him, and how much he had missed her.
Frustration surged within her. Alex didn’t understand; he didn’t know what had happened. He didn’t know why she had decided to give it all up and never look back. "I’ll try to make it up to you, okay?" Aria replied, hoping to end the conversation quickly, as she said what he wanted to hear.
"Okay, but please promise me you’ll think about getting back into your old job. I’m pretty sure you’ve missed it."
Aria hung up, feeling a mix of emotions. She missed her old life, but the pain was still too fresh. As the day wore on, her mind kept returning to the mysterious message. Who was behind it? What did they want from her? She tried to focus on her work, but her heart wasn’t in it. She felt like she was just going through the motions.
As the clock approached midnight, she made her way to the old warehouse. Fear gripped her, but she had to know what this was about and what the mysterious person wanted from her. Just as she approached the eerie entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, their face obscured by darkness.
"Aria," the figure called out, and she could tell it was a man; his voice was low, familiar and shaky. "I’ve been waiting for you," he added.
Aria's heart raced. Who was this person? What did he want from her? She asked herself as questions flooded her mind. "You’re the one who sent the message, aren’t you?" Aria asked, trying to sound calm, though fear gripped her insides.
The figure nodded and stepped into the moonlight filtering through the gaping holes in the warehouse ceiling. "I am. It’s me, Aria. Your brother."
"Jace! What the hell! What the fuck is going on here? You disappeared long before Mom and Dad died, and now you’re here calling me to a creepy warehouse!"
He didn’t blink or respond to her outburst. "They are after me, Aria. I need your help, please," Jace said, his tone pleading, as he held her hands.
"What do you mean? Who are they? You’re scaring me, Jace."
"I can’t say too much right now, but I’m in so much danger, and now you are too. I'm sorry sis but you need to join them, you need to Aria, and do whatever they ask, or my life is over. You need to join the—"
Suddenly, gunshots erupted in the warehouse. Jace fled the scene but was shot in the arm, leaving Aria, already fear-stricken and terrified, behind. Three men dressed in black hoodies and black pants stepped into the light, their faces covered except for one. Alejandro emerged from the shadows, looking like he had just walked off a Versace runway in his all-black three-piece suit, his face both dangerously handsome and intimidating.
"I have a proposition for you," he said.
Aria shook with fear, her instincts screaming at her to run, but terror kept her rooted to the spot. Stuttering, her ears still ringing from the gunshots, she gulped hard. "Wha…what propo…si…tion?" she asked under her breath. "What kind of proposition?" She finally asked, trying to summon courage.
Alejandro smiled, and there was nothing soft about it; it was sinister. His eyes glinted in the dim light. "It’s quite simple! Come with me, or I will wipe out the Wilson family from the surface of the earth."
The orange glow of a burning cigarette was the only flicker of life in the sheer darkness of a stormy night. Taking long drags, Alejandro felt the smoke seep into his lungs. Tall, handsome, and imposing, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded attention. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into the darkness as he sat in his study, fuming about the audacity of someone who dared to enter his territory and kidnap his sister. Anger and worry consumed him as he thought of Sophia, the unexplainable circumstances surrounding her abduction, and the fact that all efforts to uncover the truth had proven abortive.Today marked the fifth day since she had been taken from the estate. How? He still had no idea, especially since every nook and corner of the estate was under the watchful eye of surveillance cameras monitored by his men. He sat unmoving in the dark like a statue, a lit cigarette in hand, grappling with the feeling of failure. Sophia was his only living relative, and he loved her de
Waking up to serious migraines, Aria found herself with her hands and legs tied to a bed, something she never thought could happen to her. The excruciating pain in her head made it difficult to recollect what had happened before she blacked out, and the blinding sunlight streaming through the gigantic windows only intensified her discomfort.Suddenly, the door swung open, and a woman who looked like a Victoria's Secret model entered, dressed in a short, armless gown that accentuated her stunning figure. Even Marilyn Monroe would have been envious of her beauty, Aria thought as the woman strutted toward her, carrying a tray with a glass of water and what appeared to be a pill container.Feeling weak, Aria attempted to sit up but fell back onto the bed. The woman regarded her with an unreadable expression, saying nothing as she forced a pill into Aria's mouth, followed by a sip of water. Aria struggled against her, but her strength was fading. As the woman turned to leave, she said, "Th
Alejandro's eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, his gaze piercing into her very being. His voice broke the silence, dripping with menace. "I'm sure you now understand the situation?"Aria swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I... I think so," she stammered, sniffing as tears continued to pour down her cheeks. Alejandro's gaze never wavered.“Good! Your brother stole from me, and that’s unacceptable. He also kidnapped my sister; now that’s him signing off his death sentence.”Aria continued to shake, gripped by fear. "I’ll make it right," she promised, crying between her words. "I’ll pay back whatever he stole, and for your sister. I think... I think you’re mistaken. Jacewould never do such a thing," she added, her voice trembling.Alejandro's expression turned livid. "It's not that simple!" he shouted. "Your brother's actions have consequences."Aria's eyes pleaded with him. "Please, don’t hurt me," she begged tearfully. Alejandro's smile was cold. “I’m not promising you anyt
What is this place?" she demanded, trying to hide the fear in her voice. Juan's smile instantly turned into a frown. "This is where... business is conducted," he said, his eyes glinting with something unsettling.Aria stepped back, sensing the darkness and terror emanating from the steel doors. "You’re holding people here, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice trembling. Juan chuckled softly. "Guests, Aria. Just very... special guests," he added with a smile that sent chills down her spine.Suddenly, a scream echoed from behind one of the doors, so loud that she flinched. The sound sent a wave of terror coursing through her. "Who… who’s in there?" she stuttered. Juan's expression turned sinister. "Someone who’s learned to appreciate El Patrón’s hospitality and kindness."Panic surged within her; she knew she had to get out of there, fast. As she turned to leave, Juan grasped her arm, his grip like a vice. She was sure he had left a mark. "Remember, Aria, curiosity can be quite deadly. Lit
Interesting?Were those supposed to be interesting? She thought as her eyes darted around. "There's nothing interesting in here." She muttered. "Oh, so it's fun then." He replied to her, and she couldn't help but move back a bit, seeing as he was getting closer than she could take in. "Look at me!" He ordered, hating that she was avoiding everything about him.She struggled to look up but dared not look him straight in his eyes. "I want to get cleaning." She whispered and he looked around the kitchen. "Follow me." He then dragged her to the stairs that led to the basement, where he got people locked and killed. "Are you going to look into my eyes, or would you like to be thrown into one of these rooms?"She froze.Huh?What punishment was better? She thought as she struggled with the decision. Both of them were like death sentences. She didn't know which was better. "Why are you doing all this to me?" Tears were starting to steam down her face. "Both can kill me! Which way is a bett
Miguel had a lot of fun relaxing for the rest of the day and the next morning being Monday, she got up, got dressed for work, and made her way to Prime Enforcement Agency."Greetings Miss Miguel! There is an urgent meeting going on right now. President Jude asked that I inform you to get involved." Kate, her secretary informed her the moment she stepped her feet in her office. "I see! You may leave." She signaled, and Kate walked out.Miguel sat on her seat and became curious. What sort of impromptu meeting could be going on right now? She thought and after making sure everything was fine, she got up and walked into the meeting room. Everyone's eyes were wide open as she walked in and sat on a seat closer to President Jude."Morning everyone!" She said and went mute. A few answered her in pretense while the rest, who were actually young women, chose to remain mute, visibly showing their resentment for her, but Miguel never gave a fuck about them."It's good you are here Agent Miguel.
"Oh my fucking god! You mean you have his sister in your custody? That's hella iconic. I'm scared of you Miguel. You are fucking awesome." He praised her, the excitement in him very visible that he held her arm and moved her out of much excitement. Miguel wasn't fazed by his excitement. "Do you now believe I'm the best for this job?" She asked him without any ounce of emotion in her voice."No one is taking that away from you. You are the baddest bitch in this game." He swore as she started the car and then drove off. "Oh, my world! I'm in awe of you Miguel. I'm blessed that I have you." He kept praising her. He picked up the phone and called his team, transferring the job away from Anita to her and soon she got to her house. "You are so amazing." He said as he then got into her room and took out his shirt, sitting on the bed like he'd won completely in life.Seeing his reaction, Miguel knew she had won him back and she did that effortlessly. Her man was back to her! She thought and
His words did a whole lot of things to her body system causing her tears to fall out of her eyes. "you are so evil. I can't believe this." She cried and he watched her like a stupid movie."People like you are the most dangerous. So self-righteous and weird. Watch me destroy your brother Aria or whatever shit you are called." He told her and walked away leaving her there shaking in fear and anger about how she was being treated.Alejandro walked into his study room and turned on his computer to monitor some of his men, but then he realized that hardware was missing, so he got up and walked into his monitoring room where some of his teams and Juan were seated monitoring their men and ensuring that they don't do anything out of place. "Why the fuck have I heard nothing?" He spat, losing his patience.Juan noticed he was going to lose it on the teams in the room so he got up and took Alejandro out of the monitoring room to another one in the opposite direction in the basement. "I think t
The storm came in the middle of the night, heavy and relentless, with wind that screamed like ghosts clawing at the windows and thunder that shook the walls of the estate. Aria woke with a jolt, heart thudding against her chest, her hand instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed only to find it empty. The sheets were still warm where Alejandro had been lying moments ago. She sat up slowly, listening. No footsteps. No voices. Just the rumble of rain and the hollow echo of her own worry filling the room.Wrapping a robe around herself, she padded barefoot down the hallway, her eyes scanning every shadow. The storm outside seemed to seep into her bones, a reflection of the unrest brewing within her. The revelation of Luciana, Miguel’s sister, had shaken her more than she’d let on. It wasn’t just about another enemy, it was about history. About the kind of legacy blood carries whether you want it or not. If Luciana was anything like her brother, then they weren’t just facing a
The warmth of the morning sun did little to erase the lingering tension in the estate. Though the threat to Jace had been lifted, and Alejandro had begun mending the cracks between them, there was an air of unfinished business hanging over everyone. The silence in the hallways was not peaceful, it was watchful, heavy with the weight of memories and anticipation of what could come next. Aria felt it in the way the maids moved, whispering behind corners, in the way Alejandro’s guards doubled their shifts without complaint, and in the way Sophia barely left Jace’s side.Inside the master suite, Aria stood alone in front of the mirror, slowly tying her hair back. Her hands trembled slightly. There was a bruise on her wrist, faint but still visible, a reminder of the scuffle at the warehouse. She ran her fingers over it not out of pain, but remembrance. The past few days have changed everything. Love wasn’t a fairytale she’d grown up dreaming about. It was brutal, it was aching, it was the
The journey back to the estate felt endless. Alejandro drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as though holding it could keep him from falling apart. Jace sat in the backseat, his head resting against the window, bruised and bandaged. Aria was beside him, her fingers interlaced with his, like she couldn’t risk letting go. Valentina was quiet too, arms crossed, her jaw set, eyes watchful through the rearview mirror. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was the aftermath of a storm that had left all of them changed.Aria couldn’t stop glancing at Jace. Even with his cuts and injuries, he still looked like the boy who had grinned at her from Alejandro’s rooftop, the man who had fought for her when Alejandro didn’t know how. She kept replaying the moment he opened his eyes and said her name, the rasp in his voice, the relief in it. She had been so close to losing him, and it terrified her how easily life could tilt into tragedy. All that time
Alejandro stood still in the middle of that abandoned building long after the recording ended, his fist clenching around the cracked phone until his knuckles turned white. There was something different about hearing Jace’s voice, something raw. He wasn’t speaking like a man running from guilt. He was speaking like someone fighting for something more sacred than survival. The fear in his tone hadn’t been for himself. It had been for Aria. And that realization twisted something sharp in Alejandro’s chest. He had doubted his brother. Worse, he had turned his back when Jace might have needed him the most. The guilt was thunderous, the silence around him heavier than bricks.Sophia stood by the doorway, watching him. “Do you want to keep searching here?”“No,” he finally said, his voice low and broken. “He’s not here anymore. But we have a direction now. This wasn’t random. They wanted him alive. That means they still need him.”Sophia nodded slowly. “And that gives us time.”Alejandro loo
Morning crept in with a coldness that didn’t belong to the sun, but to the hearts of those who had spent the night wrestling with truth and betrayal. Alejandro stood in front of the mirror in his suite, buttoning his shirt slowly, mechanically, as if the simple act might distract his mind from the raging war within. There was a hollow ache in his chest, a dark void left by the thought that Jace, the man he called brother, might have handed over his secrets to enemies. But it wasn’t just anger that consumed him. It was the sting of disappointment, the disintegration of trust, the slow unraveling of a bond built on blood and loyalty.Downstairs, Aria sat at the breakfast table, untouched toast lying cold on her plate. Her thoughts drifted like smoke thick, suffocating. She didn’t know what was worse: the possibility that Jace was guilty or the fear that Alejandro might be wrong. Everything was turning to ash around her again. When she looked up and saw Valentina approach, there was no n
The night was thick with silence, but Aria’s heart was anything but still. She sat by the large bay window in her room, knees pulled to her chest, watching the stars blur through the film of unshed tears. Alejandro’s words from the garden echoed in her mind like a song she couldn’t stop humming. She wanted to believe him, God knew she did, but believing meant opening herself again to the kind of pain she wasn’t sure she could survive twice. It meant risking everything she had become, everything she had built inside herself since the moment he turned her life upside down. And still, some small, stubborn part of her ached for his touch, for the warmth that only he ever made her feel. That was the cruel truth her body still remembered what her mind was trying to forget.Down the hallway, Alejandro stood in front of his bedroom door, hand raised, knuckles grazing the surface but never knocking. He had said what he needed to say, and she had asked for time. He had to respect that. But pati
Alejandro sat in the darkened study, the amber glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the walls. His hand gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, heart thundering like a storm trapped inside a cage. Aria’s face haunted him, her eyes no longer filled with trust, now brimmed with doubt and pain. And it wasn’t just about the secrets. It was about the silence. The silence that had widened the gulf between them until he couldn’t recognize the bridge they once stood on together. He had promised to protect her, yet the world he built to keep her safe had become the very thing tearing her apart. Alejandro could almost hear her voice, the tremble, the crack when she asked him if he ever truly loved her, or if she’d just been another pawn in his empire’s twisted game.Outside the door, Valentina paced like a storm cloud, her heels sharp against the marble floor. She had seen enough of men like Alejandro cold, controlled, calculating. But this time was different. She had s
The forest was eerily quiet as dawn bled through the twisted silhouettes of trees. A thick mist hugged the earth, softening the edges of bloodshed and ash that had stained the night. Alejandro sat by the fire they barely had time to light, his eyes locked on the flames like they might offer absolution. Across from him, Aria wrapped a torn blanket around her shoulders, shivering not from the cold but from the storm inside her chest. Jace was resting nearby, his wound stitched with trembling hands and the pain dulled by makeshift medication. For now, they were alive. But they were cornered.Aria's mind wouldn’t rest. Dario’s words echoed relentlessly: "She doesn't even know what she's carrying." What did it mean? She stared at the data drive again, holding it as if it might explode with answers. Somewhere within its encrypted layers lay a truth powerful enough to drive a cartel mad. A truth they were now willing to kill for.Alejandro noticed her grip tightening and stood, walking to he
The night air was thick with tension, so much that it clung to Aria’s skin like a second layer. The distant crunch of footsteps on gravel made her grip the pistol tighter. Every shadow seemed to pulse with danger, every sound a possible threat. From where she crouched beside the jagged cliff edge, she could make out the dark shapes of their enemies disembarking from the boat, weapons drawn, eyes sweeping the terrain.Beside her, Alejandro’s breathing was calm, calculated. He crouched low, his back against the rocks, a rifle balanced on his knee. Though the moment was dire, there was a stillness in him, like the eye of a storm. His hand brushed Aria’s shoulder gently a silent promise that they would survive this. Not just for themselves, but for everything they had endured together.She turned to look at him, their eyes locking in the darkness. His gaze held fire, but beneath it, she caught something unexpected. Regret.“Alejandro,” she whispered, “if we don’t make it ”“We will,” he c