LOGINJem's POV
“Fuck, he'll jump!” The voice screamed inside my head. Without thinking, I bolted across the street, water splashing around my feet with every desperate step. I didn't weigh the risks or consider the fact that I was already drowning in my own problems. I just got close and grabbed the man from behind, yanking him down from the ledge with every last bit of strength I had left in me. We hit the wet ground hard. The impact knocked the air clean out of my lungs, but my arms stayed locked around him instinctively, like letting go meant something worse than the fall I had just caused. "No—don't—please don't—" The words kept tumbling out of my mouth before I could organise them into anything sensible. Then everything happened at once. The SUV door suddenly burst open again. Another massive figure stepped out immediately. Before I could lift my head or even register what was happening, the huge man had already charged forward and sent a deadly punch to my side. I barely had the time to blink before he yanked me upward by my collar and slammed me back down against the wet ground like I weighed absolutely nothing. "Who the hell are you?" The massive figure growled above me, already pulling back to deliver another blow. "Did someone send you to attack my boss?” "Wait—" I choked, barely finding air. "I thought—I thought he was going to jump—I didn't mean to grab him like that.” The massive man frowned down at me, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Liar. Are you a spy? Start talking before I make you." He pulled his fist back to hit me again when a voice suddenly cut through the rain, loud and sharp; "Shark, enough!" Shark froze instantly, then slowly stepped back, muttering quietly, "Yes, boss.” I lay there on the wet ground, gasping, my ribs screaming, rain washing freely across my face. Then through blurred vision I finally looked up properly at the man I had just tackled off a bridge ledge. He was standing a few feet away, completely soaked, looking down at me with an expression I couldn't read. Up close he was even more overwhelming than he had seemed from across the street. Sharp jaw. Long shoulder length hair and dark seductive eyes that carried something heavy and unreadable inside them. The rain ran freely down his face and he didn't even blink against it. He looked at me for a long moment. "Who are you?" he finally asked. His voice was calm. Dangerously calm. "Nobody," I managed, still trying to breathe properly. "I just—from across the road, it looked like you were going to jump—" I stopped, suddenly feeling completely ridiculous lying on the ground explaining myself to a man who clearly had no interest in being saved. Something shifted briefly in his expression. "I wasn't going to jump," he said quietly. "I just needed the rain." I stared at him. He stared back. And then without another word, he turned and walked back toward the SUV like none of this had happened. Like I wasn't still lying on the ground with bruised ribs and rainwater in my mouth. I scrambled to my feet immediately. "Wait—" He paused without turning around. "I'm sorry," I said quickly. "For grabbing you like that. I genuinely thought you were going to jump. I didn't mean to invade your space—" "I know what you thought." He simply said still without turning back to look at me. Then he kept walking. Something inside me moved without permission. My hand shot forward and caught his wrist before I could stop myself. The moment my fingers touched his skin, everything stopped. It wasn't pain. It wasn't electricity exactly. It was something else entirely, something that started where our skin connected and spread through my entire body in one sharp overwhelming wave, like two live wires finding each other in the dark. I jerked back immediately. He pulled away at exactly the same moment. We both stood completely still for a second, staring at each other with matching expressions of pure confusion. Then his face closed off again, brows furrowing as he looked down at his hand then back at me. "What was that?" he asked, his voice low and sharp. "I don't know," I said honestly, glancing at my own hand too. Then without another word, he let out a quiet hiss and got into the SUV without looking back. Shark slipped into the driver's seat and the engine started immediately. The car pulled away slowly into the rain until the red tail lights disappeared completely around a distant corner. And I sat there alone in the middle of the road, soaked through, my hand still tingling where I had touched him, my ribs aching, my mind completely empty of every single problem that had been destroying me an hour ago. I don't know how long I stood there in the rain feeling completely lost about this man. That touch. That feeling. Whatever it was. I had never felt anything like it before in my life. I was still standing there trying to understand what had just happened when something small caught my eye near the edge of the pavement. It looked like a tiny glass vial rolling slowly toward the drain, green liquid glowing faintly inside it like something alive. I reached forward without thinking, catching it just before it disappeared into the gap. It was cold in my palm. Delicate. The thin black label wrapped around it read three words that made my breath catch completely. “Life Extension Serum.” I stared at it for a long time while the rain continued falling around me. Then slowly, one person came to mind. My sick mom. My grip around the vial tightened instantly, as though it had suddenly become something precious. My heart swelled with hope. If this truly is a ‘Life Extension Serum,’ then maybe my prayers have finally been answered. I can take this to Mom… and she can have another chance. Another chance to live. I don’t know how this vial ended up here, but one thing is certain—I saved it. Because if I hadn’t picked it up, it would have slipped into the drain and disappeared forever. And maybe… just maybe, this wasn’t a coincidence. Maybe this wasn’t an accident at all. Maybe this was the answer I had been begging the universe for. And even though I had no idea who this vial belonged to, I was glad it had found me. Because right now, this tiny glass bottle felt like the only good thing that had happened to me all day. And I was going to use it to save my mom.Author's POV The road leading to the shrine narrowed the further they drove, until the paved surface gave way to packed earth and the trees grew close enough on either side to brush against the windows.Dante parked at the edge of a clearing.They stepped out together.The place did not look like much from a distance — overgrown grass, old stone half-swallowed by moss, a quiet so complete that even the wind seemed to move carefully through it. But the moment Jem's feet touched the ground inside the clearing, something happened.He felt it instantly.A shift in the air. A pressure, gentle but unmistakable, settling around him like the place itself had turned to look at him.He stopped walking."You feel it," Dante said. It was not a question.Jem nodded slowly. "Yes."He walked further in, drawn forward without entirely meaning to be, until he reached the center of the shrine space — a wide, flat stone circle, weathered by centuries, surrounded by the remains of pillars that had long
Author's POV Dante arrived back at the estate in the late afternoon, the light outside already softening into gold.Jem was waiting near the entrance, the way he always seemed to be waiting now whenever Dante left for something heavy. He did not ask anything right away. He simply watched Dante walk through the door and read what the day had cost him in the set of his shoulders."I saw her," Dante said."I know.""I told her everything that needed to be said." Dante's voice was quiet, worn at the edges in a way Jem had rarely heard. "The inheritance is gone. She can't come back to the estate. I'm not pressing charges." A pause. "She cried. Really cried. Not the version she's used before."Jem listened.He did not ask for more detail than that. He did not push for the exact words, the exact moments, the parts that clearly still sat heavy in Dante's chest. He understood, somehow, that some things did not need to be fully spoken to be carried together.Instead, he simply stepped closer.
Author's POV It took three days.Shark came into the study that morning with the kind of quiet that meant he had something to report."We found her," he said.Dante looked up from the documents in front of him."A small hotel in the city," Shark continued. "She's alone. No new movement on her phone records since she checked in. No contact with the people she was working with — nothing since the day of the accident." He paused. "She hasn't gone anywhere. She's just sitting there."Dante was quiet for a long moment."Send me the address," he said.Shark nodded, already expecting the next instruction — security detail, a plan for retrieval, something procedural.It did not come."I'm going alone," Dante said.Shark's expression shifted. "Boss—""Alone," Dante repeated. Final. Calm. "No security. No you." He stood, reaching for his jacket. "This isn't that kind of conversation."***Jem heard about it twenty minutes later, after Dante had already left.He stood in the hallway with Shark,
Author's POV By the time the sun set, Dante had already turned the entire estate into a command center.He sat at the head of the long table in the study, three phones in front of him, Shark standing at his side with a notepad full of instructions that kept growing by the minute. Dante's voice never rose. He did not raise his hands. He did not pace.He was simply, completely cold and precise."Pull every contact connected to her since the university years," he said. "Every name, every number, every account she's ever touched. I want her movement pattern in the last six months.""Already started," Shark said."Airports, train stations, private transport — flag anything connected to her name or any alias she might use.""On it.""And find out who she called." Dante's eyes were steady, dark, focused. "Whoever helped her plan this — they're the ones who matter more than she does right now."Shark nodded and left to make it happen.Across the room, Jem watched.He had seen Dante calm befo
Author's POV The car pulled through the gates an hour later.Jem was already standing at the entrance when it arrived. He had not been able to sit still since the call from Shark — he had paced, stood at the window, paced again, until finally he had simply planted himself at the front door and waited.The car stopped.The door opened.Dante stepped out.There was a cut above his temple, dried at the edges, a thin line of red against his skin. His wrist was wrapped in a bandage, his jacket sleeve pushed up slightly to make room for it. His suit was torn at the shoulder. But he was walking. Steady. Upright.And his expression already carried something hard and certain behind it — the look of a man who did not need confirmation to already know exactly who was responsible.Then he saw Jem.And something in him shifted.Because Jem was not standing there steady. Jem's face was pale, his eyes rimmed red, his whole body holding itself together through sheer will rather than calm. Dante had
Author's POV It started with a phone.A maid's phone, buzzing on the kitchen counter, a notification lighting up the screen. She glanced at it without thinking. Then she looked again.Her face changed.She did not finish what she was doing. She left it. She moved fast through the hallway, her footsteps loud against the floor, her voice already breaking before she reached the sitting room."Dante Williams— " she said, breathless, the words tumbling out wrong, too fast. "I just saw it—they're saying he's— "She did not finish the sentence.She did not need to.Jem heard it from across the room and his entire body went cold.Not warm-cold. Not nervous-cold.Cold like something inside him had simply stopped working correctly."What did you say?" he asked. His voice did not sound like his own.The maid looked at him, realizing too late what room she had walked into, who she was standing in front of. "It's on the news," she said weakly. "A car accident. They're saying — ""No."The word ca
Jem's POV In that instant, my thoughts completely scattered. All I could hear was his voice—low, firm, and absolute—like a command I didn’t know how to refuse. I didn’t hesitate. I was too scared to. So without thinking much, my hands suddenly moved on their own and I slowly began to unbutton my
Jem's POV I kept walking, but every step felt heavier than the last. My body moved, but my mind was still stuck behind me, stuck on Dante. I kept turning my head repeatedly, glancing back at him as if he might suddenly change his mind or laugh and tell me it was all a joke. But Dante didn’t
Jem's POV While I was still seated on the bed, completely scared and unable to calm myself, then there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound cut through my thoughts immediately, making my body tense all over again. Dante however didn't bulge. He simply turned around and walked toward the doo
Jem's POV Out of fear, my eyes just kept moving around the room, anywhere but Dante's face. I couldn’t look at him, not even for a second, so I had no idea what kind of expression he had right now. When I finished speaking, the room went completely quiet. That silence felt heavy. Too heavy. Dan







