Todos los capítulos de Echoes Of The Broken Vow, Her Ultimate Ascent : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Trinity’s POV: Stranger From The PastCassius looks in the rearview mirror. I can feel his anxiety. His hands are tight on the wheel, his jaw set. "Are you sure?" he asks. "Positive," I say, staring straight ahead so as not to give away that we've noticed. "It turned off the residential road three streets back and matched your speed the second you hit the avenue."He exhales slowly, his face pasty with annoyance. He doesn't pull over or attempt an evasive maneuver. Instead, he smoothly guides the car into the paved parking lot of Osteria Goldrun. It is an elegant, brightly lit restaurant hemmed between what looks like an office and a factory building.He parks near the entrance, cuts the engine and asks if I'm okay. In the rearview mirror, the tailing car pulls up five yards away, its headlights cut off, while it idles. "Let's go inside," Cassius says.He's mad, his annoyance palpable. He comes around to my side, and opens my door. He keeps his body positioned between me and the ot

Julian’s POV: Blood Lines And Suspicious Rooms Harsh fluorescent light can sear into one's vision after a while. The one in the pediatric oncology ward has done that to my eyes.As I stand frozen in the corridor, I can see that ghostly light dancing in front of me. Through the double-paned window of the isolation room, I watch Lily lying on the hospital bed. She looks like a stranger. The bubbly little girl that was my daughter is now bed ridden to the point where she doesn't know if I'm here or not. She is under heavy doses of sedatives to dull the pain caused by the rotten effect of cancer. Her chest is rising and falling slowly, almost too vague to see. And that's what scares me. Will the doctors know when she's about to stop breathing? I sigh. The hematologist comes out of the room. He pulls off his mask. "Alpha Hayes, her blood counts have dipped dangerously low. We are going to need blood on standby before we can even clear her for the preliminary surgery to stabilize her m

Trinity’s POV: Sawdust, Treason, and the TrapRather than surrender to the fact that I’ve been caught dead to rights, panic takes over my executive functioning. I do the only logical thing a dignified, highly intelligent woman in a yellow sundress can do: I throw myself headfirst under the game booth counter and attempt to crawl away on all fours.The space beneath the wooden structure is barely two feet high. Spiderwebs spread against my face, and dry, dirty sawdust billows up into my nose and mouth. I scrape my knees on the rough dirt, sweating, gasping for air, and coughing like a coal miner as I scramble forward like a frantic lizard.I cast a wild glance over my shoulder.Lupe is still standing where I left him, leaning over slightly. He's watching my desperate subterranean escape with an expression of amusement."Trinity," he calls out. "What are you doing?"Beside me, the sawdust suddenly erupts. Mabel comes army-crawling into the narrow space, her sun hat crushed sideways ag

Julian’s POV: Ruin and Broken MirrorsThe giant red numbers on the boardroom’s main wall monitor fluctuate one final time before freezing completely: $104,820,000.00. Around the long table, my top financial people, network security engineers, and legal directors are sitting , looking pale and sweating. Papers are scattered around, tablet screens are flashing. The panic has gone round like a malignant flu. Tonight, I don't slam my fists on the table or yell. I don't throw my coffee cup at the glass wall.I just stand there at the head of the room, my jacket unbuttoned, staring coolly at the screen. A strange numbness has me in it's grip.Frank wipes a sheet of cold sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand. "A-Alpha Hayes, you're not saying anything. This was our entire offshore liquidity buffer. The board is losing their minds. What do we do?" He asks. I pull my eyes away from the screen and sweep a detached gaze over the room of terrified men."Wrap it up," I reply. "Back up

Trinity’s POV: A Strange Rendezvous In Fairview The silent stillness of this house in the woods can sometimes feel like both a sanctuary and a prison. For two days, I haven't said a word to anyone. Mabel called three times yesterday, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. I'm afraid that Julian's security team may have bugged her phone. What if a single answered call gives them the signal trace they need to locate my hideout?So I kept my phone off, wrapped myself in a blanket, and let the quiet hours run. Depression is at the door, knocking but I'm determined to not let it in. At 2:00 PM on Friday, the landline on my desk rings.I stare at it for three long beats before picking up the receiver. "Hello?""Is this Nicki Barnes?" a slurred, bored male voice asks through a faint layer of static."Speaking.""This is the post office in Fairview," the man says. "We've got a priority international package holding here for you. Originated from the Comoros Islands. Says here it requires a