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“I don’t want to get married! Dad, please don’t do this to me.” Cinthye Cator begged her father, her hands on his knee. Tears flooding down her weary face.
“You think you have a say on this Cinthye? You don’t have a choice.” Havana sneered behind her fathers back. The woman was sipping red wine while they both watched her plead. “You’re just adopted. That’s the only thing you can do in your life. You think being an actress will save you from humiliation? No. Father has decided so you will proceed whether you like it or not.” Havana Cator her stepsister and the favorite daughter. Their parents always choose her side even if she’s in the wrong they will tolerate everything Havana says.
“The Voss are the most dangerous mafia clan in the city. We can’t escape them, they won’t chase me for my lost bets because of one condition and that’s giving your hand to Damien Voss. He will never spare anyone who crosses him. So you Cinthye.” Their father pulled her hair, making her squirm. Cinthye tries to wiggle free but what can she do? She’s just too weak to fight them. No one will take her side. Maybe not in this life. “Be a good wife. Or else your mother will meet her grave early.”
Cinthye became pale as sheet, her mother is the only thing she had been holding on. The only thing that keeps her from escaping this hellhole. Even if she did her dirty she’s still her mother. She misses her so much. She miss the woman who raised her to be the independent individual she is now. Her mother is the only reason why she wanted to become an actress, to gather awards. She was waiting for the moment her mother would see her on the television and tell everybody that she is her daughter. Cinthye wanted her approval, her validation and that she did not fail as er daughter.
Her salary is barely enough for her mother’s chemotherapy. Now she begs her father, she will do whatever it takes to keep this family whole. And her mother to gain the vigor she had before. She just wanted to hear her mother say she’s proud of her. It aches so much every time Cintye sees big tubes connected to her frail and skeletal body. Cinthye rised, wiping her tear streaked face.
“I will do as you say Dad but promise me one thing.”
“You still have the audacity to request? Don’t make me laugh.” Havana snorted and poured wine on her clothes. Cinthye looked at her dead in the eye, not even fazed in her drenched clothing. Her makeup smudging on her hands and clothes. Their father cleared his throat.
“Just one, Cintye. If you don’t fulfill the end of the bargain I will throw you with your mother in that pit.”
Cinthye huffed and offered a smile.
“Take care of our family.” Their father laughed as looking at her like she said something funny. “Deal. Now clean yourself up.”
She slowly stood up, dusting off her clothes. She knew she didn’t look much. Given her career as an actress paparazzi would kill for the opportunity to see her like this and pose a few articles to stain her reputation. Cinthye promised herself she will dragged them to hell and back for them to successfully do that. Her phone vibrated.
“Miss Cinthye Cator your mother is unstable, delaying surgery will only aggravate her condition-“
Cinthye choked back a sob, she took her sling bag. Fumbling the inside to look for the keys.
“I will be there in ten. Do what you must.” With that she stepped on the pedal hard. Praying that her mother will survive, she doesn’t care about the honking horns behind her. A few sirens of police cars tailing her. It’s none of her business. They can arrest her or whatever. Her mother is in grave danger. She has no money. But that’s not what brings chills in her system, she will find ways. The most important thing is that she will have the complete family she wanted. To be a part of a family. To have it even if she knew it was driving her insane.
Their mother left them when they were young and came back after the man she eloped with died. Their father couldn’t forgive her, most of his days he would go to the casino to gamble and bring a woman with him. He was the type to do whatever he wanted, their mother served him, cooked and did everything until she became pregnant with Havana. At that time Cinthye was happy and she hoped that their lives would go back to normal. Somehow it did, but the parental love she wanted was not dedicated to her but to her sister Havana. It was painful, seeing what she wanted the most slipped through her fingers while she was silently craving on the sidelines. It didn’t matter to her as long as she sees them happy and complete. That was enough, probably much more.
Sometimes she just wants to rest…to runaway from all this chaos. But she can’t. Who will take care of the family she worked so hard to build? Anyone that isn’t her position will probably tell her she’s just too desperate. That’s the only thing she wants in her life. Not her status. Not her career. Not even romantic love. She just wants a family. Her very own family. She doesn’t care if she hurts herself or sacrifice. She’s just too fixed on it.
Cinthye waited outside the operation room door, waiting for her mother. She expected the hospital to do it’s thing. It’s job.
“Cinthye Cator?” A young woman sat next to her, she excitedly took pictures of her. She immediately cover her face with a mask. But it was too late. People were caving her in. Cinthye push through, she ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter where her feet bring her to.
SHE JUST WANTS TO RUNAWAY.
For the first time all day Cinthye laughed. A real laugh. Damien stared at her and did the same thing. His laugh was rare and beautiful. The tension broke. Just a little. Nicholas burst through the archive doors out of breath and covered in dust which was becoming concerningly normal. "What now?" The tracker looked pale.Nicholas held up a folder, a newly discovered file.One hidden beneath the adoption records. One nobody had ever seen before. His voice shook. "We found the final report.""What report?" Cinthye asks. Nicholas slowly opened the file and turned it toward them. At the top sat a photograph a photograph of Alejandro Cator standing beside another man.A man everyone recognized instantly, Sergei Volkov. Young and smiling at the camera. Brothers hand written beneath the image were four words that changed everything.PROJECT PHOENIX: SUCCESSFUL SUBJECTSStanding side by side. Not enemies. Not rivals but a family.Damien slowly took the file.His eyes scanned the first page a
The strategy meeting lasted until dawn every member of the crew attended including the accountant who still looked confused about his life choices. It's ok bro you're not alone even Cinthye doesn't know where this is all going but all she does is trust the process. The Shadow Matriarch pointed toward a photograph in a luxury resort located in a private island heavily guarded and impossible to infiltrate. "The target?"Nicholas nodded. "Volkov financial archives.""Why there?" Cinthye asks. It's not like it's bad to ask and it's free so might as well do it rather than letting herself remain oblivious. The tracker slid another file across the table. "Because Sergei keeps records."Damien's eyes narrowed. "Everything?""Yes, everything." Nicholas added in confirmation "We're going." The answer came immediately from Cinthye.Damien closed his eyes already exhausted. "We?""Yes, why did you think I'll sit down and relax while you risk your lives for the documents that contains the secre
Security doors slammed shut the entire facility entered lockdown. Cinthye closed her eyes. Why had she expected anything else? The accountant looked horrified. "What happened?!"Her communicator crackled. Nicholas's voice exploded through the speaker. "IT'S A TRAP!"Well, there it was. The daily disaster right on schedule. Great!Security forces flooded the corridors boots thundered everywhere weapons appeared everywhere. Orders echoed the facility transformed into a battlefield.Cinthye grabbed the accountant. "Move.""What about subtlety?""Subtlety died.""Fair."They ran until theyr reached emergency stairwell. Heavily guarded area the entire building seemed determined to ruin her day. A familiar voice echoed through the speakers the entire facility froze including her. Because she knew that voice. "Havana."The speaker crackled again. "Hello, sister." The words hit like a bullet. Not because they were unexpected. Because they still hurt. Everything she had with them. with her ado
The first gunshot shattered the darkness, followed by a series of explosions. Screams erupted throughout the ballroom, guests scattered on each pillars where tables overturned and glass shards prickle the floor.The party instantly transformed into a battlefield."DOWN!" Damien's hand reached for Cinthye, dragging her behind a marble pillar. Bullets tore through the room. A chandelier crashed from the ceiling.Aiva immediately returned fire."Left entrance!"Nicholas fired. "Three hostiles!"Romnick ducked behind a couch. "I WOULD LIKE TO RESIGN!""No!""UNDERSTANDABLE!"Cinthye could not help herself but roll her eyes, her hand holding her own gun beneath the excess fabric of her clothes. The attackers moved with military precision.Black uniforms with masks and familiar looking insignias. The same insignia they had seen before a broken crown. The Black Crown. Cinthye's pulse accelerated. "They found us."Damien's expression turned lethal. "No."The answer came instantly. "They followe
We have your mother.The words refused to make sense, Cinthye read them again. It felt absolutely wrong. Captured? The Shadow Matriarch? The woman who survived assassinations, coups, betrayals, and wars? No, this had to be a trap. Part of their games. Absolutely unbelievable. "This is fake." Her voice states, Cinthye looked up. Damien's silence terrified her because Damien never panicked.Never, yet now—his jaw was clenched. His eyes were dark and somehow that was worse. Nicholas arrived first. "What happened?"Damien handed him the letter the tracker's face immediately drained of color. He had to ask, he had to make sure. "Is it real?"Which meant yes or probably much worse."Talk." Aurelio appeared beside them. The old man's expression grew grim after reading the note."It's her handwriting." Cinthye grabbed the paper again, inspecting the paper, the penmanship. It had to be false. She lost her once and now...? "What?" Aurelio pointed toward the signature."That's her code." "She
Cinthye climbed the final staircase and emerged onto the main courtyard. Her chest heaving yet she kept going she had to do this. This is the only way, her desperation was stronger than her fears. The sanctuary was engulfed by the flames. Part of the western wall had collapsed. Smoke rised tainting the sky. Bodies littered the ground. Warriors she had trained with, people she had laughed with and the people who had welcomed her home. Vanished in a blink of an eye. A knot formed in her throat, her hazel eyes watering up. Her hands shaking, No. Not her home. Not again. She was tired of losing homes, tired of losing people. Tired of burying the dead. Adrenaline and determination crept in her veins. Damien appeared beside her, his expression hardened immediately."Don't." His baritone voice firm as if to anchor her to the present...to him. She blinked."What?" Cinthye gave him a puzzled look. "Don't blame yourself." His hand reaching and taking her hand into his warm grasp. The words h







