Dawn broke over the Mediterranean as Alex’s private jet descended toward Palma de Mallorca. Sonia gazed at the rugged coastline, her mind racing. Somewhere on this island was a man she had mourned for years—a father who had chosen to vanish rather than stay in her life.“We’ll land at a private airstrip,” Alex said. “Elena has secured transportation to the coordinates from the file.”Sonia nodded, noting the tension in his shoulders. “Your mother doesn’t know we’re here.”“No. And neither does James.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not sure where my brother’s loyalties lie anymore.”The pilot announced final approach. After two decades, believing Franco Martinez had died in a car crash, she was minutes from confronting him.“What will you say to him?” Alex asked, taking her hand.“I’ve rehearsed a thousand conversations. None feel adequate.”The jet touched down, rolling toward a discreet hangar where a sleek Range Rover waited. As they descended, Sonia saw Alex scanning their surroundings.
The Monaco sunset bathed the study in amber light as Sonia stared at the laptop screen, her fingers still intertwined with Alex's. The blinking notification caught her eye—a hidden file decrypting itself without their command."Alex," she whispered, nodding toward the screen.He leaned forward, his warmth pressed against her shoulder. "The Monaco Protocol," he read aloud. "My father never mentioned this."The file opened automatically, revealing a video recording. Carlos Rodriguez's face appeared, older than in the company portraits but with the same penetrating gaze that his son had inherited."If you're watching this," Carlos began, his voice steady despite evident illness, "then you and Sonia have discovered the truth about Project Sanctuary. About your connection."Alex's hand tightened around hers."The shadow board believes they control the Rodriguez legacy through financial leverage and carefully cultivated alliances," Carlos continued. "What they don't know is that Geneva and
Monaco gleamed against the Mediterranean, untouched by the darkness that had nearly claimed them days before. From the Rodriguez villa terrace, Sonia watched the yachts below while contemplating the revelation that she might have been engineered for her position."You're overthinking again," Alex said, approaching with a pronounced limp despite abandoning his crutches for their meeting with James."Force of habit," she replied.He looked different here—more corporate heir than the man who had confessed his feelings in darkness. His suit concealed his bandaged torso, just as her blouse hid the bruises marking her shoulders."We could still walk away," Alex suggested. "Forget James, forget the files, forget all of it.""No," she said finally. "We couldn't."Alex's hand found hers, his thumb tracing circles against her skin. "I know.""Elena is securing the perimeter," she said, forcing her thoughts to the mission. "James requested a meeting with just us, but—""But you don't trust him,"
"You know why."Sonia's words lingered in the space between them, a confession neither had dared speak until death had nearly claimed them both. Before Alex could respond, the medical team descended upon them, a whirlwind of efficient motion and urgent commands that separated them physically but couldn't sever the connection forged in the darkness below."Mr. Rodriguez, please remain still. You have multiple fractures in your left leg and potential internal bleeding," a medic instructed, already attaching monitoring equipment to his chest.Alex barely heard him. His eyes remained fixed on Sonia as she was examined several feet away, her stoic composure restored despite the blood streaking her face. Only her eyes, when they met his across the chaos of the rescue operation, revealed the truth of what had passed between them."Ms. Martinez requires immediate attention as well," Elena's voice cut through the commotion as she approached, her typically immaculate appearance marred by dust a
Falling.Sonia Martinez had been trained for every contingency except this—plummeting through darkness toward the man she loved. The fissure narrowed as she descended, debris scraping her shoulders. Her tactical flashlight illuminated nothing but swirling dust and fractured concrete.A sudden impact knocked the breath from her lungs as she landed hard on a sloped surface of broken tunnel. Pain lanced through her ankle, but she pushed it aside with practiced discipline. Physical discomfort was irrelevant. Only Alex mattered now. Honestly, he does.The space around her was impossibly tight, barely wide enough for her to crawl forward. The residual emergency lighting had failed, leaving only her flashlight to pierce the absolute darkness. The air hung heavy with concrete dust and the acrid scent of electrical fires."Alex!" Her voice sounded small in the vast destruction.No response.Sonia checked her tactical watch. The specialized equipment Elena had provided all Rodriguez Corp securi
The world exploded.Sonia lunged down the collapsing tunnel, debris raining around her as the facility's self-destruct sequence reached its climax. Her hands clawed at the rubble where Alex had stood moments before."Alex!" Her scream tore through the chaos, primal and raw.Strong arms wrapped around her waist, dragging her backward. "We have to go!" James shouted, his earlier weakness seemingly forgotten in this moment of crisis."No!" Sonia fought against his grip with every technique her elite training offered, but James held firm despite his injuries. "He's still in there!"The tunnel continued to collapse, the chain reaction consuming everything in its path. Above them, at the exit, Geneva's anguished cry echoed Sonia's own desperation."Get her out, Carlos!" James commanded, still restraining the struggling bodyguard.As another section of ceiling gave way, James made his decision. With surprising strength, he lifted Sonia bodily and propelled them both up the sloping tunnel tow