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Alina’s povThe evening air was cool against my skin when I finally woke from my long nap, probably the aftermath of the fever. The fever had broken sometime during the noon, leaving me weak but clear-headed. I refused to go to the hospital with Sebastian because I wasn’t ready to face the outside world up until this moment. He was quick to call for a doctor seeing my resistance to go to the hospital.I could hear movement in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of dinner being prepared, and I forced myself out of bed despite my trembling legs.Sebastian had ordered takeout. I could smell the rich aroma of Italian food as I made my way to the dining room, steadying myself against the wall. He looked up when I entered, relief flooding his features.“You’re awake. How are you feeling?”“Better,” I managed, though my voice came out hoarse. “Much better.”Leo sat at the table, unusually still, his small hands folded in his lap. He didn’t run to me the way he normally would have. He didn’t

Alina’s POV I didn’t cry anymore. The tears had burned themselves out sometime between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m., leaving behind a hollow calm that scared me more than panic ever could. That was when I knew I was ready. I sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the mansion breathe. The low hum of the central air. The distant tick of a clock worth more than my entire childhood. Somewhere down the hall, Sebastian slept unaware that the life he thought he controlled was already slipping through his fingers. I wiped my face, steadying my hands. Think. Quiet. Clean. I had learned long ago that escape wasn’t about speed. It was about preparation. Leo slept curled on his side, lashes resting against his cheeks, one hand clutching the corner of his blanket. I crouched beside him and brushed his hair back gently, memorizing the weight of him, the warmth, the simple miracle of his breathing. “I’m here,” I whispered, though he didn’t stir. “Mama’s here.” I packed for him first.

Alina’s POV I hated that he was right. After the call ended, I didn’t move for a long time. I watched the rain. Counted Leo’s breaths. Listened to the sound of hiding pressing in on me from every corner. Coming back would mean exposure. But staying gone would mean surrender. Madam Estelle didn’t want Leo because she loved him. She wanted him because he was leverage. And leverage is only useful when the other side still has something to lose. Sebastian was losing everything. Which meant she wasn’t finished. I sat beside Leo and took his hand, letting his fingers curl around mine in sleep. “I won’t let her rewrite us,” I whispered. Not as a mistake. Not as a scandal. Not as a weakness. If I returned, it wouldn’t be as the woman who ran. It would be as the mother who refused to disappear. By morning, I had made my decision. Not to go back yet. But to prepare. To gather proof. To understand Estelle’s endgame. To find the cracks she didn’t believe existed.

Alina’s POV My phone buzzed late that night. An unknown number. I answered without speaking. “You found her,” a voice said. Lila. I closed my eyes. “You should stop digging,” she continued lightly. “You’re not built for this kind of war.” “You’re wrong,” I said. “I was built in it.” A pause. “You think Estelle will fall?” Lila laughed softly. “She raised me.” My blood went cold. “She raised you?” I echoed. “Yes,” Lila said. “After my mother… failed.” The pieces slammed together. “You’re one of them,” I whispered. “I survived,” Lila corrected. “You’re about to learn the difference.” The call ended. I sat in the dark for a long time. Estelle hadn’t just collected children. She had trained them. Weaponized them. And Lila was proof. I walked into Leo’s room and sat beside his bed, watching him sleep. His face was peaceful, unmarked by the war gathering around him. “I promise you,” I whispered, brushing my thumb across his cheek. “No one will shape yo

Alina’s POV And then came the first sign that my instincts were correct: a photo arrived on an encrypted channel. It was from a source I didn’t yet trust. It showed Lila leaving a corporate building downtown, carrying a small package. She hadn’t seen the camera or maybe she had. But the timestamp placed her near one of Estelle’s old safe houses. I felt the pulse of danger tighten. Leo awoke just as the rain began to fall outside. I tucked him into the car seat of our rented vehicle. The storm blurred streetlights, masking our movements. Every turn I made was deliberate. I wasn’t fleeing yet not until I understood where the threat truly lay. The city’s pulse thrummed around us. Neon reflections shimmered on the wet asphalt, distorted by windscreen wipers. I thought about Sebastian, about Maribel, about the countless mothers who had been silenced before me. And then I realized: I wasn’t just protecting Leo. I was rewriting the rules. We reached a small, unused park