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When I stepped back, Iris was watching us quietly.There was longing in her expression. Careful and hidden, but unmistakable.My heart twisted.Because Iris had never truly had that.Not safety.Not unconditional love.Not someone who chose her before the world demanded proof she deserved it.Then Iris spoke again.Softly. Firmly.“I want to help.”Jason frowned immediately.“Iris—”“No.” She lifted her chin. “I’m serious.”There was steel beneath her calm now.“I know things.”She looked around the room, at all the adults trying to build strategies from fragments.“I know how they move people. How they classify them. Which children disappear first.”A pause.“And I know there are more.”The room went silent.“Many more.”Emory’s expression hardened.“You think there are additional locations?”“I know there are,” Iris corrected quietly. “The Beckers only handled part of it.”My blood ran cold.“How many?” Mr. Stait asked carefully.Iris hesitated.Then whispered—“Enough that they sto

Amber POVMr. Stait insisted on assigning protection immediately.Not private security.Not family guards.Military protection.Disguised as regular security personnel.And according to him, it was completely non-negotiable.“You are both considered high-risk targets now,” he said firmly. “And the children are connected to you.”Jason looked ready to argue anyway.“No visible tactical gear,” Emory added before Jason could speak. “No armored convoys. No dramatic presence.”“A subtle security rotation,” Mr. Stait finished. “People trained to respond if necessary.”Jason’s jaw tightened.He hated strangers near the children.Hated the idea of outsiders near our home even more.But eventually, after several minutes of tense negotiation, he agreed under one condition—Every single assigned operative would be vetted personally through Cronos.Mr. Stait accepted immediately.That alone told me how serious this situation had become.We left the base shortly afterward.Before separating, I sto

Amber POVReturning to the office felt almost surreal after everything that had happened at the military base.The world outside continued moving normally.People still walked through the lobby holding coffee cups and tablets.Employees still whispered near elevators.Phones still rang.As if powerful families were not being dismantled from the shadows.As if heirs were not disappearing.As if war was not quietly forming beneath polished boardrooms and smiling headlines.The moment the elevator doors opened onto the executive floor, I knew something was wrong.The atmosphere felt sharp. Tight.Focused in the dangerous way only highly intelligent people became when something was actively going wrong.Clara was standing near the central workstation, one phone pressed against her ear while another rested between her shoulder and cheek.A wireless headset blinked faintly against one ear.“…No, isolate that branch immediately—”Pause.“No, I don’t care if it crashes the external server, cu

Amber POVAdrian arrived at my building a little after ten the following morning.Publicly, the meeting had a simple explanation.He was supposedly attempting to convince me to sell him one of the beachfront properties I had reclaimed from the White company after the Becker fallout.A normal business negotiation.Predictable.Safe.Boring enough that no one would question it.Reality, however, was very different.Jason was already waiting inside my private office when Adrian entered.The atmosphere shifted immediately the moment Adrian noticed him there.Not hostility.Awkwardness.Guilt.Adrian stopped just inside the doorway, dark hair slightly disheveled from the late hour, suit jacket hanging loosely over one shoulder. He looked exhausted in a way sleep could not fix.“Jason.”Jason gave a short nod.Not warm.But not cold either.A massive improvement considering their history.“Adrian,” Jason replied calmly.Adrian’s gaze shifted toward me afterward.“You sounded serious on the

Samuel White announced the merger less than a week later.Publicly, it was described as visionary.A strategic consolidation between the White company, the real estate branch Adrian had stabilized, and White Lotus Construction—Samuel White’s personal construction empire.On paper, it looked perfect.The media praised it relentlessly.Financial analysts called it “a generational restructuring.”Investors celebrated the possibility of centralized leadership under the White family.Business channels spoke about recovery, legacy, and stability.And most importantly—It gave Samuel White complete control.Exactly as intended.Jason watched the live announcement beside me from the office lounge, one arm resting behind my chair while Samuel White smiled confidently from every financial screen in the country.“My family has worked tirelessly to restore confidence in the company,” Samuel White declared smoothly during the press conference. “And now it is time for us to move forward as a united