Changed Plans

I stared at him, searching his face, mapping the sudden tension in his shoulders against everything I knew about my family's hidden history. The pieces of the past swirled in my mind until one specific, abandoned location locked into place.“The clinic,” I breathed, watching him intently. “It opens the old clinic.”Kain didn't say a word. He didn't deny it. He didn't blink.His silence was the loudest confirmation he could have given.“Tell me the truth, Kain!” I demanded, my voice echoing off the shattered glass of the bedroom. “What is at the old clinic? What did my father hide there?”Kain let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch. The wall of secrecy was finally cracking.“It was where your family used to take you when you were a child,” he said, his voice flat, stripped of emotion. “When you were sick. But it wasn't just a medical facility, Tatiana.”I braced myself. “What else was it?”“There was a private section built beneath the foundation,” Ka

Mikhail Memories

Kain was shouting orders, mechanics were prepping the armored SUVs, and guards were packing heavy gear.“We’re moving,” Kain told me, his hand on my shoulder, trying to steer me toward the central courtyard. “The estate isn't secure. We leave for the secondary compound in five minutes.”I looked at him, but I wasn't listening. My mind was racing ahead, mapping out the trajectory of the night.If I let Kain put me in that car, he would take me exactly where he wanted me to go. If he took me to the clinic, he would curate the wreckage. He would dictate what I saw, what I learned, and what remained buried. And if Julian got there first, he would spin his own version of the truth, leaving me trapped between two men who traded in lies.I didn't want their versions anymore. I needed my own.As Kain turned his back to consult with a tactical commander, my eyes darted to the command table near the door. A ring of heavy master keys lay beside a radio.I stepped forward, my movements silent and

Childhood Foundation

“I know who the fourth child is.”The words left my lips like an absolute sentence, hanging in the crimson-lit archive room. Nobody breathed. The rhythmic wail of the alarms above felt miles away as the silence wrapped around us, heavy and suffocating. I didn't say the name immediately. I couldn't. I had to force myself to confront the terrifying, jagged memory locking into place behind my eyes, shattering the remaining pillars of my past.The scar on the child’s palm in the surveillance recording was a precise, jagged line cutting directly through the natural creases of the skin. It was an unmistakable mark. A mark I had looked at hundreds of times before. I turned my head slowly, my gaze dropping from the dead screen to fix entirely on Julian.I looked at his right hand.As soon as my eyes drifted downward, Julian’s fingers curled, and his hand slipped instinctively into the deep pocket of his coat.That single, defensive movement confirmed everything. The remaining doubt vanished, repla

All Chapters of A Prey For My Enemy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 163

Changed Plans

Mikhail Memories

Childhood Foundation