Mag-log inBetrayal??? Waitt for the Next Chapter:)
DAVID'S POV.........................................................................................................................................Greece was actually a beautiful place.I had spent part of my childhood here with my mother. We once vacationed in a place called Santorini, a cliffside village painted white, with blue-domed churches and the most breathtaking sunsets I had ever seen. I had even learned Greek while I was here.Later, when I returned to America, I deliberately joined Greek communities just to continue learning their language.Not only that, I had once researched the best universities in Greece and seriously considered pursuing my medical studies here.Then something terrible happened.I let go of all those plans and lost hope.“Let me drive. You can come along,” I said to Yohan, the mysterious American.I didn't even know who his family was or what city he came from. My father had dumped him here. He lived as a spy, committing crimes in other people's cou
The words hung in the air, crushing the breath from my lungs.It took only a few words to freeze me in place.David is in Greece.Greece?Greece?"I'm sure it's hard for you to understand all of this," Dr. John said.Then he trailed off.Just like a doctor stepping out of an operating room, preparing to deliver bad news to a patient's family.And I wasn't expecting anything good.A second later, Dr. John spoke."I have to save him, Hanna. He's in danger."
Back to Hanna’s POV’s..........................................................................................................................................................We opened the second file, the green one.When its hard cover was lifted, hundreds of names appeared in neat rows, field operatives (Soldiers), the masterminds behind logistics smuggling operations, black accountants who concealed the flow of billions of dollars, and even the names of high-ranking politicians and law enforcement officials who were on their payroll. Every name was accompanied by an encryption code, area of operation, loyalty status, and a designated "elimination method" should they ever dare betray the organization.We went through the files one by one, reading every name and studying the photographs attached in the upper-right corners. Some belonged to government officials; others were ordinary citizens. Each time a page turned, the rustling paper sounded like a death sentence being handed down
HARRY'S POV.The interrogation room was dead silent. There was only the confinement of windowless, gray concrete walls and the dim glow of a flickering yellowish incandescent bulb on the ceiling, casting strange, elongated shadows.In the center of the room, a rusted iron table separated two contrasting poles. On one side, a forced silence; on the other, an intimidating composure.The ticking of the mechanical wall clock in the corner sounded like the slow, constant, and demanding strikes of a judge's gavel. Faint wisps of cigarette smoke rose from a crowded zinc ashtray, dancing slowly before vanishing into the darkness of the room's corner.Liam sat leaning back in his chair. So calm. His sharp, ice-cold gaze stared straight at me without a single word. A thin smile, heavy wit
I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath before reaching for the black canvas bag, which felt far heavier than its actual size. As I unzipped it, the distinct scent of old, musty paper immediately wafted out, bringing a cold atmosphere that instantly shifted the mood of the room.Inside, the stack of folders was not neatly arranged, but rather crammed together like secrets forced into silence.At the very top lay a thick, maroon plastic folder, its surface covered in fine scratches. The pages inside consisted of printed cargo shipping manifests, fluctuating cash flow charts, and a list of aliases with red ink markings next to them, indicating who had already been "eliminated" from the system.The papers inside the red folder rustled softly as my fingers turned the first page. Each sheet was encased in a plastic protect
“Since when did you know about this place?”I asked Rose curiously. We were sitting facing the tubes inside the oven, while... not really knowing what we were supposed to do.“A long time ago. David brought me here.”I glanced at her, my look full of questions. “Why did he bring you here?”“Business. I was Dr. John’s trusted person, and Dr. John was close to me. So it was only natural that David trusted me too,” Rose replied.The atmosphere in the laboratory was peaceful. The sound of the fume hood wasn’t too loud, just a soft hum echoing faintly through the silence of the room. The white ceiling lights cast a bright glow that reflected off the stainless-steel workbenches, making the entire laboratory look clean and organized.Rows of test tubes and beakers were neatly arranged on glass shelves. Occasionally, a faint dripping sound could be heard as liquid fell into a waste collection container. The familiar scent of chemicals blended with the cool air from the ventilation system, cre
“They’re looking for you.”Rose pulled a large bag from beside her and placed it right in front of me. “These are the files you were looking for,” she said sincerely. “Dr. John asked
I packed the belongings I had brought to the hospital. While there was no news from David, I stayed there, reflecting, thinking about what my next move should be.I was stuck.I was confused.Lost without direction after David became unreachable.Dr. John asked me to stay at his house until things
After that meeting, Harry and I went our separate ways. I headed back home, grabbed the essentials, and then waited at the hospital while keeping Bella, Jack’s sister and a kidnapping victim, company. As for Harry… I didn't know. I wasn't privy to the police's specific plans. However, I hoped he co
As usual, before leaving this place, Steve, David’s confidant, blindfolded me with a black cloth. Ensuring that I did not know, and would never know, the location of this place.His touch was cold as he tightened







