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101: A countdown

SOPHIASleep never came. I tried everything from warm milk to deep breaths, even exhausting myself during the day with work and playing with Ollie past his bedtime. Nothing worked. My body lay stiff and tired on the bed, but my mind refused to rest. It kept stitching moments together until they formed something ugly and unavoidable.I replayed Adrian’s visit home last night. The way he’d hesitated at the door before stepping inside and pulling me close. The soft kiss, like he was trying to erase the distance he’d left between us. His quiet and sincere apology.He hadn’t returned since he left, but I didn’t want to overthink it since he told me not to wait up for him. But a full day had passed without any text or call. Just silence.That silence scared me more than shouting ever could. Silence

102: Our father

ADRIANI tried not to think about it. I really did. But the harder I pushed it away, the more stubbornly it returned, crawling back into my head like a disease that refused to die. I’d spent the entire day trying to bury it under work, under strategy, under movement, or anything that would stop my mind from circling the same thought again and again.The threat against my mother.It burned so deeply it felt branded into my skull. I stood alone in the small apartment I’d rented for situations exactly like this. The city hummed faintly beneath the windows, distant traffic blending into a low mechanical pulse that never quite stopped. The place was mostly empty, except for a couch, a table, and a laptop. A temporary sanctuary. It wasn’t a

103: Mandatory

SOPHIAI stood in front of the mirror long after I had finished getting ready.The dress fit perfectly, and the makeup softened the exhaustion beneath my eyes. My hair was pinned neatly back, every strand in place like I was preparing for a celebration instead of something that made my stomach twist.Anyone looking at me would have seen a woman ready for a corporate function. No one would have seen the dread pressing down on my ribs.My fingers tightened around my phone again, and I swallowed.The invitation still glowed on the screen.Mandatory attendance. Exclusive clubhouse.Invest

104: A warning

CHRISTOPHERThe night didn’t end when the fire died. If anything, it only came alive. The flames had been extinguished hours ago, but the aftermath lingered everywhere. In the faint smell of smoke that clung stubbornly to my clothes, in the silence that followed the chaos, and in the way the building’s corridors now felt too clean, as though the staff had tried to scrub away the violence along with the soot.That ceremony had been meant to restore order. A spectacle designed to reassure investors. A reminder that the company still stood strong despite Adrian’s interference.Instead, the explosion had turned it into something else entirely.A warning.And warnings, when delivered correctly, tended to travel far beyond the room the

105: No patience

ADRIANI knew something was wrong before the thought fully formed.At first, it was just a feeling, but it was subtle and persistent. It crept in quietly and refused to leave. I tried to ignore it and focus on the road ahead, but with every passing second, the weight in my chest only tightened.The city blurred past the car's windows as it drove down its lane. Sophia sat beside me, quiet. She hadn’t said a word since. Smoke from the clubhouse explosion thinned into the night behind us, the wail of sirens fading into the distance. Yet the tension inside me refused to loosen.Chaos had a way of echoing long after the moment itself had passed. And tonight had already proven how quickly things could spiral.Sophia had barely escaped the explosio

106: Stable

ADRIANI stayed at the hospital longer than I needed to. The machines beside Mom’s bed hummed steadily, indifferent to everything that’d happened tonight. Their rhythm filled the room with a mechanical calm that felt almost insulting.Her breathing was shallow but stable. That was what the doctors had said.Stable.The word should have brought relief. Instead, it only heightened the anger sitting heavy in my chest. I sat beside the bed, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. The overhead lights washed her skin in pale color, draining the warmth from features that had always carried quiet strength.Mom had never looked fragile to me before. Now, her hand rested lightly in mine, the bones beneath her skin too delicate, as though t

107: Inside. Quiet.

CHRISTOPHERI stood by the window long enough for the rain to begin feeling deliberate. It slid down the glass in thin, patient trails, distorting the city lights below into something softer than they deserved. When I was younger, I used to enjoy the rain. It had felt clean then, like a reset.Now, it only irritated me. It washed nothing away, only delaying what was yet to unfold.From this height, the city looked orderly. Streets glistened beneath the lights, traffic moved exactly where it was supposed to, and people hurried along sidewalks as though nothing significant happened hours ago.It was always like this after chaos. Order pretending it had never been threatened. I allowed myself a faint smile, loving the quiet that encompassed me.Quiet

108: Only relief

SOPHIAI couldn’t stop the dread coiling in my stomach.It didn’t matter what I tried. Pacing, breathing, and even forcing myself to sit still. It only got worse. The silence in the apartment pressed in too tightly, every second stretching longer than it should.Adrian still wasn’t back.I glanced at the door again, like it might suddenly open if I stared hard enough.Nothing.A quiet curse slipped under my breath as I dragged a hand through my hair. This feeling—this restless, suffocating unease—had been with me since the explosion, and it hadn’t eased once.If anything, it had sharpened. I was just about to turn away wh

109: You lose everything

ADRIANBy the time I stepped into the building, the shift had already begun. It wasn’t chaotic yet, but it was close. Phones rang a little too often. Conversations cut off the moment I passed. Staff moved faster than usual, voices lowered, and eyes sharpened with curiosity they tried and failed to hide.On one of the lobby screens, a news channel ran a segment at the bottom.Sources report internal review… regulatory interest… possible irregularities…The news of Christopher’s activities wasn’t public yet, but close enough for him to taste if he was paying attention.It was exactly where I wanted it.No

110: Bloodline

SOPHIAI stood in front of the mirror longer than I needed to.The dress Adrian had sent over fit like it had been made with me in mind. Midnight blue silk, smooth and weightless against my skin, the off-shoulder cut resting just right. Elegant without trying too hard. It wasn’t loud, which somehow made it feel more important. I smoothed my hands down the fabric and exhaled slowly.He hadn’t told me anything besides the one message earlier in the day: Be ready by eight. I’ll explain everything tonight.That was it.No teasing. No reassurance. No hints. Just Adrian… being Adrian. This whole ordeal had turned him into someone

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