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Catalina’s POV. I was making Luca’s bed nice and neat, gently smoothing out the sheets while he was in the bathroom. The room was so still and quiet, which felt really different from all the thoughts racing around in my head. While I folded the blanket and set it neatly on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but notice the vanity table nearby. A piece of paper was there, a bit crumpled, with its edges curled from being held tightly. Feeling a bit curious, I picked it up and took a closer look at the drawing. A little boy with dark hair was holding hands with a blonde woman who had a bright, warm smile. A sleek black Maserati stood out in the background. My heart felt heavy.

Evelyn POV “Phantom there's no way in hell I am wearing this!” Zombie complained as he held the pink t-shirt that read: ‘Down to DEFCON’. Buddha walked into the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “I don’t know Z, this shirt is pretty awesome.” He looked down at his own pink t-shirt that he had cut into a tank top. “I think pink is our color.” Zombie rolled his eyes. “You don’t even understand computers but yet you are wearing a shirt that only makes sense to computer people!”

I turn to him, hoping he would burst out laughing at any second, and tell me it’s the biggest and most elaborate joke ever conceived. “It’s true. All of it.” Zaine’s face is as grey as the wolf who glistens in his eyes. “I have the book. My father found it decades ago and has told me stories of The Seven ever since I was a boy. I didn’t know they were true until recently. One night I was unable to sleep, so I went to my father’s library and a sudden clarity overtook me. I walked straight over to his desk. When I leaned over it and felt along the engraving my finger seemed to sink into the wood. There was a button I hadn’t noticed before. When I pushed it, there was a heavy thud at my feet an

“The fight is way deeper than you think, Zara. Zane is just a puppet. His family, The Wesley Group, has built a web of betrayal, greed and corruption. They have not only wronged you but me and countless others.” Safe to say I wasn’t surprised because where else would Zane have learnt to use people for his own ambitions? “Hmmm. Okay, but why do you need me, and why do I need you?” I pressed on, looking right into his eyes this time. “ I know you’re an heiress and you’ve built your own successful company, but the grounds we are going to tread upon to bring our enemies down require alliances. Zane understood this and used you.” I took a sip of my tea at this point to mask the embarrassment that

I didn’t believe it was pure coincidence that someone would trade a valuable antique for a slip of paper. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zane adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then rubbing it awkwardly—clearly guilty. He seemed to think that staying silent would get him off the hook. Kane exposed him without hesitation. “It was Zane.” Zane laughed dryly. “Haha… guess I couldn’t hide it from you.” He then explained everything from start to finish. After watching the livestream, he’d gotten curious about what Kane had written on the slip and went to find Bintia.

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

THE END Thank you for reading Book 1 If you would like to listen to the playlist of *The Shattered Series*, please click here. In the next chapter book 2 *ZANE* begins.

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

Something they enjoyed exploiting. "Practice fields?" Micah asked, his voice loose. Ash nodded, his gaze sweeping over the hallway. It was wolf sniffing its quarry. His eyes rested on me. I tried to disappear, but that didn't work. He had found me. “Look what the wolf dragged in,” Zane Valez said, his signature smirk already in place. He was leaning against the wall, a picture of nonchalant cruelty. “Little Rhea Mooncrest, still clinging to those dusty books. What’s that you’re reading? ‘How to Get a Mate When No One Wants You’?”

He said, reclined to her bed in lighter air. "That was the only old name I could think of, your name didn't come to me... I could have called you by modern names like. Jake, Edward, Justin, Kyle... Or..." "Okay let it die". He said and she smiled. "Where is the book?" Zane asked. She had almost forgotten why they were there. Ruby jumped to her small bookshelf, retrieving the book that looked exactly as Odessa described and took it to Zane. They both agreed It was the book after serious examination.