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The smell of smoke lingered in the air, thick and bitter. My throat burned as I coughed, pushing past the haze. The corridor was a mess of sparks, broken glass, and the metallic scent of blood. Somewhere behind me, the security alarms sputtered and died, replaced by the heavy crackle of fire spreading through the west wing.Zane’s voice came first, sharp, furious, and trembling with barely contained rage.“Get. Out. Now!”His tone hit like a whip. I turned just as he shoved Kai back against the scorched wall, the veins in his neck taut, his eyes dark with fury. “You brought this here, Kai! You brought her here!”Kai’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling with rough, angry breaths. “You think I’d risk my own life to play your twisted blame games?”“Don’t you dare twist this on me,” Zane snapped. “That fire, the breach, it started the second your damn security override connected to her signal. You gave that thing access!”“I didn’t bring the fire,” Kai shot back, his voice lik

Just then, Kai walked in, quiet, composed, but his eyes found me instantly and didn’t move away.“Kai,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Stop looking at me like that.”The words slipped out softer than I meant, almost trembling into the silence that hung thick in the air. The morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and cold, casting long shadows across the room. The mansion was too still, unnaturally still, the kind of quiet that crawls beneath your skin until all you can hear is your own heartbeat.And yet, under his gaze, that quiet felt even louder.He didn’t answer. He just stood by the broken window, shirt half-buttoned, eyes burning with sleeplessness and something darker. “You shouldn’t be here alone,” he said finally, his tone rough, raw, a whisper wrapped in thunder.“I’m not alone,” I said, forcing a shaky smile. “You’re here.”“That’s not what I meant.” His voice cracked on the last word, and he turned away. The light from the window fell across his fa

“Are you sure it’s really over, Lena?”Kai’s voice was low, rough, almost unsure, the kind of tone that never matched his usual steady calm. His fingers brushed against mine, warm and trembling.I turned to him, staring through the cracked window at the dawn light spilling across the Carter mansion. “It has to be,” I said softly. “She’s gone. The clone’s gone. I saw her fade.”He didn’t answer. He just looked at me, like he was still searching for proof, still fighting a war inside his own eyes.I pulled my hand away and turned toward the garden. Morning light poured through the curtains, gold and soft, kissing the marble floors and the broken glass that still glittered from the night before. For the first time in months, the mansion wasn’t screaming. No alarms, no red lights, no AI voices whispering threats.Just peace. A fragile, aching kind of peace.The air smelled of roses, fresh ones. Someone had replaced the destroyed garden overnight. The scent made me smile. Mrs. Alden’s wor

The sound of Liam’s voice sliced through the night like a gunshot.“Father’s collapsing, the board’s about to vote to sell everything!”The world tilted.For a moment, none of us moved. Zane’s hand froze in midair. Kai’s anger dissolved into disbelief. My pulse roared in my ears as the rain began to fall harder, cold and relentless, soaking through my dress.“What do you mean collapsing?” Kai demanded, his voice shaking despite the steel in it.“He’s in the west wing,” Liam said breathlessly. “He was on a call with the board when he passed out. The doctor’s already there, but”He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to.Zane was the first to run. The rest of us followed, our footsteps pounding against the marble floors, echoing like thunder through the mansion’s long corridors.The doors to Mr. Carter’s study were wide open. Chaos waited inside, doctors huddled around the patriarch’s desk, a team of aides scrambling with documents, and on the massive screen, the board’s faces blinked impati

The next few days blurred into one long storm of headlines, stock reports, and whispered rumors.The Carter Group of companies was stable again.At least, on paper.But behind those polished walls, the air was thick, not with triumph, but with something darker. Something is waiting to explode.I could feel it every time I walked down the marble hallway, the tension, the heat, the unspoken emotions burning just beneath the surface.The world was celebrating “The Woman Who Saved the Carters.”But inside that mansion, I was starting to feel like the match that might burn it all down.Zane was the first to crack.It was two nights after the press conference. The rain had returned, steady and cold, slapping against the glass like an angry warning.I was in the study, going through the updated market reports when the door slammed open.Zane stumbled in, drenched, furious, and clearly drunk.“Zane?” I stood quickly, my heart lurching. “What the hell”He laughed, a sharp, broken sound that