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From rage. Eloise is in there. Alone. Maybe bleeding. Maybe crying. I clenched my jaw. One by one, Noel’s men outside began to fall. And still… the building remained quiet. Unaware. Good. That’s how we needed it to be. Matthew looked at me again. “Front’s almost clear.” I gave a short nod. “Then we finish this.” The door creaked when I pushed it open, the metal hinges groaning like they hadn’t been moved in years. Inside, the place was darker—colder. The air smelled of rust and damp cement. Shadows clung to every corner.

“You can do that, Millicent. Just breathe. In... and Out…” Millicent muttered to herself repeatedly, focusing only on controlling her breathing to stop herself from overthinking. Around her, the glass interior of the elevator allowed her to practically see the entire city from above. The building where Isaac's apartment was located was certainly a far cry from the usual luxury condominiums where most of the people she knew lived, but it was quite a charming place. Although everything there is extremely new and modern, probably recently built, something about the quite remote location and quiet neighborhood reminded Millicent of her family's farm, on the edge of the city. It was a good place

** The Broken Promise** The story opens in an elegantly decorated chapel, adorned with white roses and soft candlelight, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden pews. Guests sit in anticipation, murmuring in excitement as a soft melody plays from the string quartet. Outside, the sky is a bright blue, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within the chapel’s grand walls. The air is filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the promise of new beginnings, but the atmosphere is thick with tension.

Chapter 78: The Unraveling Game The city below stretched out in a tapestry of glittering lights, the night sky obscured by the towering buildings that seemed to touch the heavens. Inside the sleek, modern office, the cold glow from the windows cast long shadows on the polished floor. Maddox leaned back in his chair, the quiet hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the otherwise silent room. His eyes were fixed on the files spread out before him, each one representing another calculated move in a game that had been years in the making.

said Jim in a louder voice to imply that he's angry. The maid immediately agreed and showed him the secret elevator that will lead to the underground basements and the large rooms where they stack their smuggled rifles. "We would like to go there by ourselves, thank you." "The basements is at the 15th floor under." said the maid outside the elevator. "Okay." The elevator was glass, they can clearly see Sam's men putting the guns and rifles in the large wooden box. Gerald and Lucas was also at Downing Street waiting for the Prime Minister to introduce the next successor and to document it as part of their class. Aside from that, Willie also told them to observe the audiences if they notice so

Antonioni’s POV The estate sat like a lion above the Marina cliffs, gated, wired, and draped in silent opulence. Beneath the moonlight, it gleamed with marble veins and motion-sensor light paths that glowed enough to blind a predator. Inside, I stood in the war room. A place where secrets were born and enemies were erased. Bukky’s bloody hoodie lay on the table. I touched it, slowly, as if testing whether the story in the stitches was real.

Some older, lower part of me reading what the rest had to catch up with. I nodded once, angry at how immediate the obedience felt. Outside, the cold struck hard, but the stink struck harder. It wrapped itself around the skin and sat in the throat. The buildings ahead were low industrial carcasses, warehouses and loading bays half-fallen into neglect, ringed by bent fencing and weed-cracked concrete. One security lamp burned above the far yard, guttering at the edges, throwing out a weak cone of light that only made the dark around it feel thicker. Somewhere in there, Jenny was alive or she was not, and every breath I took seemed to tell me that if she was alive, she was being held in a place

Rain pouring from gray skies. Perfect setting for terrible decisions. Charlotte remained inside the SUV. Unhappy. Armed with approximately six backup plans. Ophelia and I approached the building alone. My instincts hated everything about this. Every single thing. The giant empty structure. The silence. The isolation. The memories. Especially the memories. We stepped inside. Darkness greeted us. The air smelled like dust and seawater. For several moments nothing happened. Then— A voice echoed through the warehouse. “You’re late.”

The new safe house was a stark, modern loft in a converted warehouse on the Thames’ south bank. Its industrial chic—exposed brick, polished concrete floors, floor-to-ceiling windows—felt like a cruel parody of Anton’s former life. There were no soft edges, no places to hide. The vast, open space echoed with their failure.

Evelyn’s POV The holding site was exactly as the property documents described and in my imagination, I hadn’t been far from the description either. The sight before me was bleak, isolated, and the massive gate would deter anyone from ever sneaking in. The interior was a vast, cold, and empty space, partitioned by temporary cinderblock walls. Our footsteps echoed on the concrete floor as we walked, swallowed up by the immense, dark void overhead. This was a perfect place to hold anyone hostage. The world will never know where to find them except it takes a miracle.