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The Shattered Reflection
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2025-10-23 20:39:27
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Unworthy No More Storm vs. Serpent
Isla’s POVAlejandro decided that we should move back to his house. After all, Sophie could not sleep without seeing him. This time, I did not feel like he was being excessive when he proposed that. Running around between his home, the company and mine was taking a toll on him. So, we moved back. The night was too still. Even the wind seemed to hesitate as it passed over the Langston estate, brushing faintly against the windows before dying into silence. I sat on the edge of my bed, unable to sleep. Sophie had long drifted off, clutching her stuffed lamb, her little breaths steady and peaceful. But peace had become a fragile thing lately, something I no longer trusted.I should have felt safe here. Alexander had tightened security, tripled patrols, moved us into the guest wing with bullet-resistant glass and private guards outside. Yet, every creak of the old floorboards, every flicker of shadow made my heart stutter. Nathaniel’s name still rang in my mind like a curse.The man I had
Unworthy No More The Return of the Silent Storm
Alexander’s POVThere was a time when the name Langston was spoken in whispers. When I walked into a room, men stopped talking. Not because they feared death, but because they feared disappointment. I had taught them order, precision and the art of surviving without chaos. And for seven years, I had let that world rot in its own greed. Now I was back to clean house.The warehouse on the outskirts of the city had not changed much. It still had cracked windows, rusted shutters as well the smell of oil and damp concrete. It used to be my base but tonight, it was a graveyard of memories. Marcus met me there, accompanied by three men I had not seen since before I had walked away.One of them, Dante, looked older and thicker around the shoulders but still sharp-eyed. He used to handle my smuggling routes. “You really doing this, boss?” he asked, his voice caught between awe and disbelief. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” He let out a low whistle. “People been talking. Word’s spreading fast.
Unworthy No More Debt Paid
Alexander’s POVThe night was filled with the stench of cordite and fear. I stood beneath the flickering warehouse lights, watching as the forensics team bagged the last of the evidence. The kidnapper lay sprawled at my feet,bare chest, lifeless eyes, and blood already drying into dark, rust-colored cracks on the concrete.Marcus lingered behind me, arms folded, voice low. “You shouldn’t be here, Alex. Let the Bureau handle it.” I crouched beside the corpse, ignoring him. “The Bureau?” I almost laughed. “They’re the reason this bastard made it this far.” His jaw tightened. “You’ve already done enough. You got Sophie back. Don’t...”I peeled the edge of the man’s shirt aside. The words carved into his skin stopped him cold. DEBT PAID. Each letter gouged deep, deliberate, done by someone who wanted to make a statement. The blood around the cuts was already dry. Whoever did this did not just kill him, they wanted him found. My stomach went cold. I had seen this before. Years ago. Nathani
Unworthy No More Cleaning House
Isla's POV Sophie slept curled against me, her fingers tangled in my shirt, as if afraid I would vanish. Every time I shifted, she whimpered. I did not sleep, not really. I just lay there, watching the light crawl across the walls and pretending it was peace. When Alexander knocked softly and pushed the door open, I already knew from his expression that something had gone wrong. His tie was loose, his eyes darker than usual, too still, too calm. That same calm from the night before, the one that meant something inside him was being held together by force. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said. “You didn’t,” I answered. He glanced at Sophie and lowered his voice. “Marcus called. One of the men we took alive was found dead in holding.” I froze. “How?” His jaw flexed. “Throat cut. Message carved into his chest... ‘Debt Paid.’” The words felt like ice slipping down my spine. “Nathaniel?” Alexander nodded once. “He’s tying loose ends. By tomorrow, he’ll have vanished.” I sat up slowl
Unworthy No More Shadows After Rain
Alexander LangstonThe city moved on as if nothing had happened. Cars still honked, subways still shrieked through tunnels, and the morning paper still carried the same bland headlines that pretended to matter. But underneath that pulse, I could feel it, an unease, faint but spreading. The kind that comes when someone with power decides to stop forgiving. Isla had not said much after I told her what Marcus learned, that one of the kidnappers, bleeding out and desperate, had confessed Nathaniel Blake’s name. Her eyes had gone hollow in a way that unsettled me. She was not crying. She was breaking quietly, trying to rearrange the ruins of what she thought she had known about the man she once loved. I had seen that look before, in war zones, in boardrooms after betrayals, but it was different on her. It hurt to look at. Sophie clung to her leg for most of the day, then to me when I stopped by that evening. She had not wanted to let go. “You’ll stay, right, Daddy Alexander?” she had whi
Unworthy No More The Shattered Reflection
Isla HartThere are moments that change the taste of air. Moments that make you realize you have been breathing something poisoned all along. When Alexander told me Nathaniel’s name, the world went silent. Not quiet, silent. Like the room itself refused to echo what he had said.“Nathaniel Blake,” he said evenly, his voice almost too calm. “One of the kidnappers confessed before the Bureau took him into custody. Said Blake paid them to take Sophie. Not for ransom. For leverage.”The coffee mug slipped from my hands and shattered. I did not even hear it hit the floor. I just watched the liquid pool around my feet like something dark spreading. For leverage.My ex-husband, the man I had once loved enough to defend, to endure, had used our daughter as a bargaining chip.I felt something crack in me that would never fully heal. Alexander moved quickly, kneeling to gather the shards before I could, his hand steady where mine trembled. “Careful,” he murmured, but the tenderness in his voice
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