CHAINS OF THE HEART

As the last wisps of winter's chill clung to the city, February in China brought a mix of grey skies and biting winds. The streets of Beijing were blanketed with a layer of fine dust, a reminder of the Gobi Desert's distant whispers. People bundled up in thick coats, scarves wrapped tightly around their faces, as they navigated the crowded alleys of the old town and the bustling streets of the city centre. The smell of roasting chestnuts and sizzling street food wafted through the air, a comforting respite from the cold.

In the north, the snow-capped mountains stood sentinel, their peaks shrouded in mist. The air was crisp and clean, with a hint of wood smoke from the villages below. In the south, the skies were a deeper grey, heavy with the promise of rain. The scent of wet earth and ozone hung in the air, a harbinger of the spring to come. As the days slowly lengthened, the sun struggled to break through the clouds, casting long shadows across the city. People huddled together in tea houses, sipping hot jasmine tea and swapping stories of the Lunar New Year celebrations. The sound of firecrackers still echoed in the distance, a reminder of the festive spirit that lingered in the air. Despite the chill, life bustled in the markets, where vendors sold everything from fresh produce to intricately crafted handicrafts. The colors of the stalls – red lanterns, golden silks, and emerald green jade – added a splash of vibrancy to the monochromatic landscape. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city came alive with twinkling lights, and the cold February night was filled with the warmth of a thousand small fires.

The luxurious bar, "The Velvet Lounge," was dimly lit, with only a few wealthy patrons scattered about. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and whiskey. Alexander, the first Pillar of the manor and the eldest of the five pillars of the Manor, sat at a private table with his brothers, Ezekiel, Khalid and Baron, along with Kolton, Miles and Karan. Alexander stood at around 6'2" with a chiseled, athletic build that commanded attention. His black hair was cut short, revealing a strong, angular face with sharp cheekbones and a determined jawline. His eyes were a deep, piercing brown that seemed to bore into those he met. His nose was straight and proportional to his other facial features, giving him a distinctive, aristocratic look. Alexander's skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage of both black American and Chinese.

While his immediate younger brother, Ezekiel and the 2nd Pillar of the manor was slightly taller than Alexander standing at around 6'3" with a lean muscular build that spoke to his rugged outdoorsy lifestyle. His black hair was barbed and gelled with style .His face was strong and angular with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that gave him a resolute unyielding look. His eyes were a bright piercing brown that seemed to gleam with an inner light. Zeke's skin had a warm sun-kissed glow, a testament to his love of nature. Alexander's scent was sophisticated and refined evoking the aroma of a luxurious leather armchair. Notes of bergamot and cedarwood mingled with a hint of smoky tobacco giving off an air of elegance and refinement. His cologne was subtle yet distinctive leaving a lasting impression on those around him.

In contrast Ezekiel's scent of pine and eucalyptus mingled with wood smoke gave off an air of adventure and the great outdoors fresh and invigorating. The news of Ember's release from prison has come to their notice. Alexander had said something about It, his voice low and even. "I don't understand why she was released so early" he added seeking clarity. Ezekiel shrugged his expression unreadable offering no insight Miles leaned forward his eyes sparkling with interest, "I heard she was involved with Tatiana, the right-hand person to the head of The Owls he said his tone hinting at intrigue In the velvet lounge's private booth. Alexander, Ezekiel, Khalid, and Baron, all Black Americans who grew up in China exuded a unique blend of cultural influences Each had light chocolate skin a warm and inviting complexion.

inviting complexion. Each had distinct features but their handsome faces and pink lips added to their charm. Alexander's facial structure was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. Ezekiel's features were slightly softer with full lips and non-expressive eyes. Khalid's face was lean with a subtle sharpness to his features. Baron's build was athletic and his bright smile lit up the room. Kolton, Miles and Karan who were Indians had a similar light chocolate skin tone but with subtle differences in their features Kolton's face was chiseled with sharp lines and piercing eyes. Miles had a lean build and expressive features with a small nose ring adding a touch of edginess. Karan's features were strong adorned with custom-made gold rimmed glasses with an academician charm and a stylishly trimmed beard. All three Indians had pink lips and handsome faces exuding confidence and style. Despite their similarities in skin tone each individual had unique traits that set them apart.

Their stylish attire and confident demeanor reflected their polished style, shaped by their experiences growing up in China. Each individual's unique traits merged into a cohesive, charismatic whole, making them a compelling presence in the velvet lounge and in places they make contact with. Alexander's outfit comprised of a rich, charcoal grey three-piece suit with a subtle texture, paired with a warm, ash-white dress shirt and a patterned tie in shades of brown and beige. His shoes are polished dark brown leather oxfords, complemented by a simple, leather belt. Ezekiel wore a tailored, earthy brown tweed jacket with a warm, oatmeal-coloured dress shirt and dark grey trousers. His footwear consists of rugged, brown leather boots with a subtle brogue detailing.

Alexander's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Ember was bold and smart, yet she let Tatiana deceive her." Miles spoke up, "Ember wanted to learn painting from you, Ezekiel; she was particular about things she loved, not some money or power hungry lady." Ezekiel's expression remained indifferent, responding with a faint "hm - mm." The group reminisced about their and Ember's life in the Manor, her adoption as Salvador's goddaughter, and her growth into a formidable individual before her supposed deception.

As the evening wore on, the conversation shifted from their personal lives to the world of high-stakes business. Alexander leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Ezekiel's. Ezekiel remained silent but his expression was calculative. "I believe it's time we discussed the proposed merger with the African conglomerate. The potential for growth and expansion is vast, but we must be cautious." Kolton nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed, Alexander. The deal has the potential to catapult us to new heights, but we must ensure our interests are protected." Khalid spoke up, his voice confident. "I've reviewed the financials, and I believe we have a strong negotiating position. However, we should be prepared to make concessions." Miles chimed in, his voice measured. "I've spoken with our contacts in the continent, and there's a sense of urgency. If we don't move quickly, others will." Kolton nodded in agreement. "Time is of the essence. We must balance caution with decisiveness."

Just as the conversation was digressing, Luther burst in, whispering to Alexander, "Bad news: Tatiana's private jet intercepted ours, heading for Ember."The room fell silent, eyes fixed on Luther. Alexander's face turned cold, eyes narrowing."It seems she's not learned her lesson."The group dispersed, heading to the parking lot, into the cool night air with a hint of rain.The sound of their footsteps echoed as they walked. Alexander's black SUV stood out, Ezekiel's silver sports car gleamed, Kolton's rugged cybertruck seemed out of place, Doctor Karan's gray sedan blended in, and Miles's red convertible screamed for attention.The group parted ways, tension and anticipation hanging like a volcano ready to erupt, a test of their training all these years.

CHAPTER 2

The sun had barely risen over Belly Ridgeon when Alexander assembled his team in the Manor's tactical room. "We need to extract Ember," he said, his tone resolute. "She's a liability, and we can't let her fall into Nexus's hands again." Ezekiel leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his eyes narrowing as if calculating probabilities. "I'll take lead on this op," he said, his voice flat. "I'll track her down." Kolton and Miles exchanged dubious glances, but Alexander nodded. "Alright, Ezekiel. You're in command." As they departed, Luther fell into step beside Ezekiel. "You think we'll retrieve her?" he asked, his voice low. Ezekiel's expression remained impassive. "I'll find her." Luther's eyes flickered, but he said nothing more.

The atmosphere in the strategy room was tense as Alexander's team discussed the plan to retrieve Ember. Ezekiel's calm demeanor belied the intensity of his focus, his calculating gaze suggesting a mind already working through the logistics of the mission. As they set out, Luther's question hung in the air, but Ezekiel's response was resolute, his confidence unwavering. The group's dynamic was palpable, with Kolton and Miles's sceptical glances hinting at underlying doubts, but Alexander's trust in Ezekiel seemed to be the deciding factor. Ezekiel's unyielding determination propelled the team forward, their mission clear: find Ember before the Nexus did.

In the dimly lit council chamber of the subsidiary base, the soft hum of the ventilation system filled the air. Doctor Karan stood at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping the room. "Ember's defection was a substantial setback," he said, his tone calculated. "We must deliberate our next course of action." Alexander leaned forward, his eyes burning with intensity. "We need to apprehend her, make her accountable for her actions." Ezekiel's shrug was nonchalant, his expression detached. "She's just a pawn. Vulnerable and foreseeable." Kolton's eyes narrowed, his silence speaking volumes.

Ezekiel's disdain for women was palpable, and his dismissive attitude towards Ember's betrayal didn't surprise the others. "She was never truly part of our group," he said, his gaze steady. Ezekiel sat in his dimly lit apartment, staring at a blank canvas, his mind elsewhere. He hadn't painted in years, lost in thoughts of the past. His gaze drifted out the window into the night, unfocused. A knock broke the silence, and Luther stood at the door. "Ezekiel," Luther said softly, "I brought the documents you asked for." Ezekiel took them, his eyes meeting Luther's briefly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he masked it. "Thanks," he said flatly. "I'll be on my way," Luther said, heading for the exit.

Luther navigated the crowded streets, his eyes scanning the crowds. He had a meeting with a contact, someone who might have information on Tatiana's whereabouts. As he turned a corner, he spotted his contact, a woman with piercing green eyes. "Luther," she said, her voice husky. "I have what you're looking for." Luther's eyes locked onto hers, his expression intense. "What is it?" The woman smiled, handing him a folder. "This is detailed information about Tatiana's son, Lucian. She's been keeping the fact that she has a son from the higher-ups. You can kidnap him and use him to lure her out." Luther's eyes flickered, but he said nothing, taking the folder and disappearing into the crowd. Meanwhile, in a different location, the forest surrounding the castle connected to the back mountain was expansive. After entering, they navigated past a grove of maple trees.

The inky blackness of night enveloped the woods as two men, phantom-like, moved with agility, evading surveillance and bodyguards with ease, and slipped back into the villa undetected. Meanwhile, Kolton and Miles navigated the Manor's concealed passageways, their flashlights casting ominous silhouettes. "I had no idea this existed," Kolton breathed. As they descended the stairs to the lowest level, their eyes widened in astonishment at the sprawling underground laboratory. The Manor's patriarch had been ruthless in his ambitions, constructing such an extensive facility beneath the surface. According to Alexander's map, the greenhouse marked the entrance to the subterranean lab.

As they explored, they stumbled upon a large stack of laboratory reports in a hidden room. The details belonged to an unnamed individual, the owner's identity concealed. The reports were labeled, hinting at crucial information, but the specifics remained unclear. Kolton's gaze met Miles'. "We need to show this to Alexander," he said. Miles nodded, his expression grave. "This could be significant." They exited the room stealthily, avoiding detection. Back at the villa, they informed Alexander about their discovery. He dispatched a message, summoning an emergency meeting in the council chamber for the next day. The council chamber was a spacious, refined space that embodied sophistication and professionalism. Its modern design featured clean lines, minimal embellishments, and a focus on functionality. Every detail had been carefully considered, from the plush area rug to the discreetly placed audiovisual equipment. The result was a space that was both functional and elegant, ideal for high-stakes meetings and productive discussions.

CHAPTER 3

The plush leather chairs were arranged around the table in a cozy, conversational layout. Kolton and Miles sat in the council chamber, with folders labeled "Phoenix" and "Dragon" on the glass table. The other council members leaned in, their faces inquisitive. "What's this?" Alexander asked, his voice assertive. Kolton shrugged. "We discovered it in the secret lab. It was concealed." Ezekiel's eyes flashed briefly, but he stayed silent, his expression inscrutable. The council members scrutinized the documents, but they were vague, containing cryptic references to "Subject A" and "Subject B".

As they searched for answers, Kolton and Miles took a lunch break at a nearby eatery. Over food and drinks, they discussed the latest findings. "It's like Ember vanished," Kolton said. Miles nodded. "And the folder's suspicious." A woman with piercing brown eyes walked by, and Kolton's eyes widened. "Isn't that...?" Miles turned, but she was gone. They exchanged a dubious glance. "Must've been imagination," Kolton said. Yet the encounter left them uneasy. Over the next few days, they reported more encounters with a mysterious woman resembling Ember, each time with more questions. Then, a car accident occurred.

Ember deliberately veered into the path of an oncoming car, her eyes fixed on the road. She wanted to escape the pain and guilt that had tormented her since her betrayal. However, fate intervened. Alexander, driving the other car, swerved to avoid her, but it was too late. The cars collided, and Ember's world went dark. When she awoke, she was in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and antiseptic smells. A doctor leaned over her, his face etched with concern. "Miss...?" Ember's eyes flashed defiance. "I don't want treatment." The doctor's expression turned firm. "That's not an option. You're fortunate to be alive."

Ember's gaze dropped, her face devoid of colour. She knew she didn't deserve to live, not after what she had done. But for now, she was trapped, forced to confront the consequences of her actions . The doctor was speechless. Patients in similar situations strive to escape the clutches of death: but this lady is a totally different story.

In the study, Alexander pulled a document from the drawer and handed it to Ezekiel, his voice steady and even. "Take some time to follow up on this matter and reach out to them as soon as possible." Ezekiel glanced at the document. It was a collaboration project between the knight family and the Meyer family that hadn't officially kicked off.

Before Alexander and his brothers left the manor a year ago, the old man divided the Knight family assets amongst the 5 of them with Alexander getting the largest share as the eldest. "Got it," Ezekiel replied nodding. He closed the file for a moment, staring intently at Alexander. "It seems like Tatiana has been unusually quiet lately." Kolton nodded in agreement, looking at Nathaniel with curiosity. "Do you think she might be plotting something bigger?"

Tatiana was known for her cunning schemes, always up to something. Her sudden silence was completely out of character, especially with her son in their custody. "Maybe your last warning had an effect," Miles suggested. Alexander sat back in his chair, his long fingers lightly tapping the armrest. His dark eyes were deep and inscrutable. "Ember must have met with Tatiana before her release." "Huh?" Kolton frowned, confused. "Are you saying Ember is working for Tatiana now?"

Alexander's jaw tightened, his gaze turning cold. If that's the case, I won't hesitate to take her out myself. With a sigh, Miles slumped back in his chair, feeling exasperated. "Does she think 'The Owls' would trust her?" "If she's still so deluded, then she's truly beyond help. She deserves to be more than a tool by that woman, Tatiana." Ezekiel recalled Ember from his memories, frowning and remaining silent. In his impression, Ember should be a smart girl, not foolish enough to act like this, right? Kolton Harris frowned, thinking for a moment before speaking. "Alexander, do you think Ember really wanted to kill you in yesterday's accident?" Alexander raised an eyebrow but remained silent. "Exactly. Ember knows your Black Maybach is equipped with Level 8 armor. If she wanted you dead, she wouldn't have resorted to just a mere car accident; she is not that naive," Kolton pointed out. "And even though 'The Owls' wanted you dead, they wouldn't send Ember to do it. It's not just their style," Miles chimed in.

CHAPTER 4

Alexander's eyes seemed to bore into the soul as he took a sip of his scalding tea, his expression a mask of detachment. The words that spilled from his lips were laced with a hint of darkness: "She doesn't wish to end my life; she just wants to perish at my hands." The air was heavy with unspoken meaning, and Kolton and Miles exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale and drawn. Ezekiel, ever the enigma, remained impassive, his eyes glinting with calculation. Alexander's gaze lingered on Ember's name, his expression a mixture of understanding and menace. He knew her depths, the hidden fires that burned within her. Luther's face was a stoic mask, but a fleeting flicker of worry danced across his features before he regained control. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft clinking of Alexander's glass cup against the saucer. "Maybe we should head to the hospital, to ensure she's...stable," Kolton suggested, but Alexander's response was a low, husky growl: "I'm not heading to the hospital. I might strangle her to death." The words hung in the air, a promise of violence and passion that left Khalid and Miles nodding in concurrence, their faces set in determined lines.

The silence was palpable, with Ezekiel's distant gaze a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Kolton's calm tone sliced through the quiet, his words a measured attempt to steer the conversation forward. "I'll accompany Luther. We should at least confirm she poses no danger." Luther's eyes met Kolton's, a flicker of gratitude dancing in their depths before his mask of composure slipped back into place. "Let's proceed," he said, his voice firm and resolute. The warm glow of the fireplace cast a golden light on Alexander's study, the crackle of the flames a soothing background hum. The three men stood around the massive wooden desk, their discussion revolving around a potential business deal. The air was thick with anticipation, each man weighing the risks and benefits. Luther's phone shattered the moment, its vibration a jarring intrusion. He stepped away, his expression darkening as he listened to the voice on the other end. The words seemed to weigh heavily on him, his features growing increasingly somber as the conversation continued. Ezekiel's gaze remained fixed on some unknown point, while Kolton watched Luther with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

What is it?" Alexander inquired, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, his voice low and husky. Luther paused before replying, his gaze locking onto Alexander's, the air between them charged with an undercurrent of tension. "It's Doctor Karan. Ember's been admitted to the hospital, and she's refusing care." Ezekiel's eyes flickered, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on some unknown point, his expression a mask of calm control. Alexander's expression darkened, his eyes burning with an inner intensity. "She intends to take her own life." Luther agreed, his voice laced with a hint of concern, his eyes never leaving Alexander's. "Doctor Karan mentioned she's been attempting to cut her wrists." Kolton's eyes widened, his face pale with worry, as he took a step forward, his voice urgent. "We need to take action." Alexander's tone was icy and calculating, his words dripping with a subtle menace. "Taking her life would be giving her an easy escape. I'll ensure she experiences more pain than that." Ezekiel's gaze stayed steadfast, though Luther's shifted slightly, a flicker of discomfort dancing in his eyes. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, the tension between them palpable, as they stood frozen, the only sound the soft hum of the room.

As Luther and Kolton navigated the hospital corridor, the scent of disinfectant and the soft beeping of machines filled the air. The distant sounds of shattering glass grew louder, and they quickened their pace. When they reached the source of the noise, they found it was Ember's hospital room. Ian, one of Alexander's trusted associates, approached them, his eyes locked onto Luther's with a hint of concern. "She's been getting more agitated by the minute," he said, his voice low and urgent. Luther's gaze met Ian's, his eyes burning with a quiet intensity. "I'll take care of it," he said, his voice husky and confident. Kolton intervened, his hand on Luther's arm, his touch sending a spark of tension through the air. "She is in a very distressing psychological state at the moment," he stated, attempting to dissuade him from entering. Luther's response was a comforting smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and a gentle pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering a fraction of a second too long. "I've got this, Kolton," Luther said, his voice low and soothing, his eyes never leaving Kolton's. With a quiet confidence, he stepped into the hospital room, the soft hiss of the door closing behind him a stark contrast to the chaos that lay within.

As he made his entrance, he was greeted by a chilling scene of a nurse drenched in a pool of blood, alongside the defiant and pale-faced Ember clutching the jagged glass tightly, resembling a villain straight out of a horror film. "Don't approach me any closer," she said, attempting to prevent Luther from getting any nearer. Her voice was laced with desperation, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and defiance. Luther's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a quiet intensity. He took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. The air was charged with tension, the only sound the soft beeping of the hospital machines. Luther glimpsed a dagger adorned with a unique design showcasing inscribed patterns that resembled a specific symbol linked to "The Owls." This symbol is recognized as an indication that can be employed to fabricate a very lethal threat. Luther's discovery ignited a sense of caution as he speculated that "The Owls" might have infiltrated the hospital. Nevertheless, they were hesitant to act because Alexander's associates encircled the hospital grounds.

Just that, huh?" he inquired with a playful smirk on his face, glancing down at her hands clutching the shattered glass. His eyes lingered on her fingers, noticing the way her knuckles were white with tension. As he spoke, his voice took on a low, husky tone, his words dripping with a sense of calm control. Ember's eyes flashed with a mix of fear and defiance, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The air was charged with tension, the only sound the soft beeping of the hospital machines. "Do you want Cross to see you in this chaotic state?" he asked, the smirk still lingering on his face. His eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a quiet intensity. Upon mentioning Alexander's name, it became evident that Ember's demeanour shifted, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anxiety. The mention of Alexander's name seemed to have a profound effect on her, causing her to hesitate for a moment. Luther's smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement as he watched Ember's reaction. The dagger, still visible on the bedside table, seemed to be a silent witness to the unfolding drama.

As he turned to leave, his gaze met Ember's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was charged with tension, the only sound the soft beeping of the hospital machines. Luther's eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. Luther realized he had struck a nerve and made his way out, instructing Ian to tidy up the room and summon the doctor to care for her. His eyes lingered on Ember's pale complexion, noticing the way her skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the hospital room. It was still before eight, and the physician on duty hadn't begun their shift yet; only the on-call doctor was available. Ember remained on the hospital bed, observing his fading silhouette. One hand concealed her face, and a sorrowful smile formed on her pale complexion, with a solitary tear trickling down. Her eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness, a sense of longing that was palpable in the air. Luther's footsteps echoed down the hallway, the sound fading into the distance. Ember's gaze lingered on the empty space where he had stood, her heart heavy with emotion. The scent of disinfectant and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to fade into the background as she lost herself in thought.

CHAPTER 5

When Luther came out of the hospital room, he recounted the incident with the dagger, speculating that the Owls likely suspected Ember was contemplating suicide and they wanted to exploit the situation for their own gain. However, Luther was still unclear about how the dagger was brought into Ember's hospital room . The night air was crisp and cool, the only sound heard was the distant hum of crickets. Alexander 's villa was shrouded in darkness, the windows like empty eyes staring back. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. A woman, dressed in a long, black coat, her face obscured by a hood. She moved with a quiet purpose, her eyes fixed on the villa. As she reached the entrance, she slowed, her gaze lingering on the door. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, her hand reaching out to touch the handle. Then, she turned, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. Her gaze locked onto something, and she froze, her body tense.

Alexander's housekeeper who had noticed the woman's silhouette felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something hauntingly familiar about the woman's stance, something that echoed in her mind. But before she could place it, the woman vanished into the night, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of her presence. Ember's hospital room was a luxurious VIP suite, designed to provide comfort and tranquillity during her stay. The room was spacious, with a large window that let in plenty of natural light and offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The room was divided into different areas, each with its own unique features. The main area had a comfortable seating arrangement, with a plush sofa and two armchairs. A large flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall, providing entertainment options. A state-of-the-art hospital bed with adjustable settings and a comfortable mattress - A sleek, modern bathroom with a walk-in shower and a separate bathtub - A spacious closet with ample storage for Ember's personal belongings - A small kitchenette with a refrigerator, microwave, and coffee maker - A large, stylish desk with a comfortable office chair - A collection of fresh flowers on a side table, adding a touch of warmth and elegance to the room

The room was equipped with all the necessary amenities, including: - A private nurse's station with a dedicated team of healthcare professionals - A sophisticated monitoring system to track Ember's vital signs - A range of medical equipment, including an ECG monitor, oxygen tank, and IV pole - A selection of comfortable, stylish clothing and personal care items The room was tastefully decorated with a calming colour scheme, featuring soothing shades of ash and white. The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and the floors were made of polished hardwood. The overall ambiance was one of serenity and relaxation, providing a peaceful retreat for Ember during her recovery.

Ember's eyes flickered open, her gaze unfocused. She was met with the sterile smell of antiseptic and the beeping of medical machines. A nurse stood over her, a kind smile on her face. "Welcome back, dear. You've been through quite an ordeal." Ember's gaze drifted around the room, taking in the IV drip, the monitors, and the bodyguards stationed outside her door. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. She didn't want treatment. She knew her days on earth were counting. The nurse, oblivious to Ember's thoughts, continued to chat, trying to reassure her. But Ember's responses were monosyllabic, her actions speaking louder than words. She refused to take the medication offered to her, her hand clenching into a fist. She turned her face away, her eyes darting around the brightly lit VIP ward. The nurse's expression turned concerned. "Dear, you need to rest. You've been through a traumatic experience." Ember's gaze flashed, her eyes burning with defiance. But she said nothing, her silence speaking volumes. As the nurse left, Ember's eyes drifted to the window, her gaze fixed on the sky outside. She knew she couldn't stay here, not with the bodyguards watching her every move.

Time was running out; she needed a plan, and fast. Escape seemed like the only option, but how? With urgency mounting, she knew she had to think quickly, her mind racing like a wildfire consuming everything in its path. Every second counted, and hesitation could be disastrous. The clock was ticking, a countdown to catastrophe. She felt like a ship without anchor, drifting aimlessly on a stormy sea. The world around her was a blur, a kaleidoscope of colours and sounds that made no sense. She needed a lifeline, a way to grab hold of her fate and steer it in the right direction. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of uncertainty. She took a deep breath, and suddenly, clarity struck like a bolt of lightning on a stormy night. Ideas began to flow, a river of possibilities that she could harness and shape into a plan. With newfound determination, she set her mind to work, crafting a strategy that would set her free. The clock was still ticking, but now, she was in control, the captain of her own destiny.

She knew that Alexander keeping her alive is to give a fate worse than death. She knew all too well how the " Pillars" operate.

The Pillars were members of a mysterious organisation with a reputation for ruthlessness. Their methods are often described as cold, calculating, and devoid of empathy.

The Pillars are known for their blunt and unapologetic approach, showing little regard for the well-being or feelings of others. They prioritize efficiency and results over courtesy or compassion.

When eliminating targets, the Pillars are said to be merciless and swift, often using covert operations or strategic manipulation. They reportedly don't hesitate or show remorse when taking out individuals who pose a threat to their interests or goals.

CHAPTER 6

Alexander's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He glanced at the screen, his eyes widening in surprise. Salvador. The pillar rarely called him directly." Alexander," Salvador's voice was low, urgent. "I need to see you. Come to the Manor immediately." Alexander remained calm, unfazed by the summons. He arrived at the Manor in record time, the imposing structure looming before him, its European-inspired architecture a testament to its rich history. Towering spires and grand archways seemed to stretch on forever, the stone façade glowing warmly in the fading. As he entered, Alexander was enveloped by opulence, crystal chandeliers refracting light, casting rainbow hues across polished marble floors that gleamed like mirrors.

Salvador awaited him in the grand study, surrounded by shelves of leather-bound tomes. The old man looked energised, his eyes sparkling with a fire that belied his advanced age. He gestured for Alexander to take a seat. "Alexander, I have a proposal for you, "Salvador began, his voice measured." I want you to marry Ember. "Alexander's jaw dropped." Marry her? After what she did?" Salvador's expression remained serene. "Hear me out, Alexander. Ember's betrayal was expected. But that doesn't mean we can't use it to our advantage. "Alexander's scepticism was evident, but Salvador continued, his words dripping with conviction. "You see, Alexander, Ember's connection to the Owls is invaluable. And with her by your side, we can-"Alexander cut him off, incredulous. "You want me to marry her for political gain? "Salvador leaned forward, his eyes glinting. "I want you to marry her because she's the only one who can save you from yourself."

Alexander's eyes narrowed, his mind raking. What did Salvador mean? And why did he sense the old man was hiding something? Alexander's eyes blazed with indignation. "Marry her? You can't be serious, Godfather. "Salvador's expression remained calm, serene. "I am perfectly serious, Alexander. This is an opportunity you cannot afford to miss. "Alexander's laughter was incredulous. "An opportunity? She betrayed us, Godfather. She nearly destroyed everything we've worked for." Salvador's eyes clouded, his gaze drifting into the past. "I know what she did, Alexander. But I also know what she can do. And what she can become." Alexander's frustration boiled over. "What are you talking about? You're not making any sense." Salvador's gaze snapped back to Alexander, his eyes piercing. "You will understand, Alexander. When the time is right."

Salvador's gaze snapped back to the present, his eyes locking onto Alexander's. I'm talking about the future, Alexander. Your future. And the future of the Manor. "Alexander's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the Manor. He had grown up within these walls, spent countless hours exploring its secrets. A pang of nostalgia struck him, and for a moment, he was a child again. But the memory was bittersweet, tainted by Ember's betrayal. Alexander's jaw clenched, his anger and resentment simmering. "I won't do it, Godfather, "he said, firm." I won't marry her. "Salvador's expression didn't change, his eyes boring into Alexander's soul. "You will, Alexander. You will, because it's the only way to save yourself."

CHAPTER 7

The doctor walked in with a warm and approachable demeanour; his dark hair neatly styled. He wore a crisp white shirt with the collar unbuttoned with a stethoscope around his neck, giving him a professional yet relaxed appearance. His medium complexion and confident expression contribute to an air of friendliness and approachability. He exuded a sense of calm and collected confidence, as if he is comfortable in his surroundings. His posture and attire suggest a professional setting, possibly a medical environment, where he is at ease and in his element. Doctor Karan entered the room, a look of surprise on his face. "Ember, I must say, I'm amazed. You're finally ready to receive treatment." Ember nodded, a hint of determination in her eyes and a warm smile spreading across her lips ,"I'm ready, Doctor Karan "

The medical team exchanged sceptical glances. Ember's actions over the past few days had shown a clear reluctance to cooperate with treatment. But after Alexander's unexpected visit, she had made a sudden 180-degree turn. As the treatment progressed, Ember began to regain some colour. Her eyes, once sunken and lifeless, now sparkled with a hint of life . The day of the wedding arrived, and Ember found herself standing beside Alexander at the courthouse, receiving their marriage certificate. The ceremony was brief, with only Alexander's brothers, Miles, and a few other close associates in attendance. After the ceremony, the small group made their way to Alexander's villa, where a modest reception was set up. The atmosphere was tense, with Alexander's brothers exchanging sceptical glances. Miles ever the rebel, raised his glass of wine to a toast. "To Alexander and Ember. May their union be...enlightening." The others echoed the toast, their voices laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness . The reception was a formal affair, with everyone going through the motions, but the underlying tension was palpable.

As the evening drew to a close, Ember couldn't help but wonder why Alexander had chosen to marry her. What was his motive? And what lay ahead for their union? As the last guest departed, the villa grew quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the evening breeze. Ember and Alexander stood alone, the tension between them palpable. Ember knew that this marriage would be anything but smooth and happy. Despite not knowing the reason behind Alexander's decision to marry her, she sensed the deep-seated resentment he and his brothers harbored against her. As she followed the housekeeper to the guest room, Ember couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She had always dreamt of marrying Alexander, but not like this – not in a loveless, contractual arrangement. The guest room was lavishly decorated, with a plush king-size bed and an elegant en-suite bathroom. The housekeeper handed Ember a small folder containing the marriage contract agreement.

As Ember scanned the document, her eyes widened in dismay. The terms were stark: she was not to touch Alexander, not to speak to him unless absolutely necessary, and not to expect any financial support or privileges. The agreement also made it clear that Ember was free to do as she pleased, but she was not to cross Alexander or overstep her boundaries. It was a stark reminder that this was a marriage in name only. Despite the bleak terms, Ember was determined to make the marriage work. She took a deep breath, letting the weight of her situation settle upon her. As the evening drew to a close, Ember retreated to the en-suite bathroom, her exhaustion palpable. She took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the stress and anxiety of the day. As she slipped into bed, Ember felt a sense of numbness wash over her. She knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges, but for now, she just closed her eyes and let the darkness claim her.

CHAPTER 8

Ember's eyes widened in surprise as she processed the news, her mind reeling with questions. The housekeeper's words hung in the air, laced with an unspoken understanding that something was amiss. Alexander's sudden departure on their wedding night seemed like a cruel joke, leaving Ember feeling abandoned and confused. Mrs. Lemon's sympathetic gaze only added to Ember's distress, implying that the housekeeper knew more than she was letting on. Ember's thoughts swirled with emotions, her eyes and expression dimming slightly as she struggled to make sense of Alexander's actions. The silence between them was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Mrs. Lemon's gentle voice.

Would you like some tea, dear?" Mrs. Lemon asked, her tone soft and soothing. Ember nodded, her voice caught in her throat, as she tried to navigate the complex emotions swirling inside her. The housekeeper's kindness was a small comfort, but it was enough to make Ember's fragile emotions teeter on the brink of collapse. Mrs. Lemon's thoughts about a loveless marriage were tinged with a mix of sadness and resignation. She reflected on how it's possible for two people to share a life, a home, and even children, yet feel utterly disconnected and alone. She wondered if the spark that once brought them together has fizzled out, leaving behind a dull, hollow feeling. As she pondered this, Mrs. Lemon's mind wanders back to her own past, to a time when she felt similarly trapped in a relationship that lacked emotional intimacy. She recalled the feelings of isolation, the sense of going through the motions without any real connection or passion. Her thoughts were bittersweet, a reminder of the struggles she's faced and the lessons she's learned along the way.

Mrs. Lemon's experiences have taught her that a loveless marriage can be a heavy burden to carry, one that can weigh on a person's heart and soul. She hopes that Alexander and Ember can find their way back to each other, or perhaps discover a new path forward, one that brings them greater joy and fulfillment. As Mrs. Lemon's thoughts lingered on the notion of a loveless marriage, she couldn't help but think of the countless couples she's seen over the years who've found themselves in similar situations. She recalled the whispered conversations, the forced smiles, and the desperate attempts to rekindle the flame that once burned bright.

Her mind wandered to her own marriage, one that had started with such promise and excitement. She remembered the long walks, the laughter, and the late-night conversations that had once filled their home with warmth and joy. But as the years went by, the distance between them grew, and the love that once bound them together began to fray. Mrs. Lemon's eyes clouded over as she reflected on the choices she'd made, the compromises she'd accepted, and the dreams she'd put on hold. She thought about the what-ifs, the maybes, and the could-haves that had become a constant refrain in her life. And yet, even amidst the regret and longing, she knew that she'd learned valuable lessons from her experiences.

As she stood in contemplative silence, Mrs. Lemon's gaze drifted out the window, where the sun was setting over the rolling hills. She felt a sense of melancholy wash over her, but it was tempered by a deep understanding that life is complex, and relationships are multifaceted. She knew that every story has its ups and downs, its triumphs and failures, and that sometimes, it's the imperfections that make life worth living. Ember sat at a small table in the café, nursing a cup of coffee. She had tried to use the café's free Wi-Fi to browse job opportunities, but her internet access had been cut off due to unpaid bills. The little money Luther had given her was still intact, but Ember had no intention of spending it. She felt uneasy about accepting charity, especially from someone like Luther because of his relationship with Alexander.

Just as Ember was about to leave, a lively young woman with curly black hair and a bright smile approached her. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, nodding toward the empty chair across from Ember. Ember shook her head, and the young girl introduced herself as Leila. As they chatted, Ember learned that Leila was a student at Iconic University, studying to be an actress. Leila's cousin, Petra, an alumna photography student at the same university, joined them soon after. Petra was a stark contrast to Leila's bubbly personality. She was cold and indifferent, with a reserved demeanor that made Ember feel a little uneasy. However, as they talked, Ember discovered that Petra had a hidden talent for capturing stunning photographs and floriculture.

As they savored their coffee, Leila casually dropped the bombshell about secretly settling Ember's internet bill, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. Ember's eyes widened in surprise, her face lighting up with gratitude as she thanked Leila profusely, her words tumbling out in a heartfelt torrent.

Touched by Leila's kindness, Ember insisted on repaying the favor, offering to treat Leila and Pearl to a coffee extravaganza the next time they met. As they exchanged numbers, Ember discovered that Leila and Pearl were cousins, their bond evident in their easy banter and shared laughter. The conversation seamlessly transitioned to their university experiences, with Leila and Pearl regaling Ember with stories of late-night study sessions, quirky professors, and campus escapades.

The coffee shop became a warm and cozy backdrop for their budding friendship, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of conversation creating a sense of camaraderie. As they chatted, Ember felt a sense of belonging, her initial wariness giving way to a deepening connection with her new friends. The promise of future coffee dates and laughter-filled conversations hung in the air, a delightful prospect that left Ember beaming with joy.

CHAPTER 9

Iconic University was the epitome of academic excellence, a citadel of learning that attracted the brightest minds from all over the country and beyond. Its reputation for producing talented and innovative graduates was unparalleled, and it was considered the best institution for arts and culture in the nation.

As Ember reminisced about her time at Iconic University, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She had been forced to drop out due to circumstances beyond her control, and now she longed to return and complete her education.

But, as she knew all too well, going back to school required money – something Ember desperately lacked. She began to scour the city for part-time job opportunities, checking out common stores, restaurants, and bars that might be willing to hire her.

Days turned into weeks, and Ember's search seemed fruitless. She had applied to numerous establishments, but no one seemed willing to give her a chance. Her spirits began to flag, and she wondered if she would ever be able to return to her studies.

One evening, as she walked down a bustling street, Ember stumbled upon a bar called Shadow Oak. The sign above the door read "Help Wanted," and Ember's heart skipped a beat. She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The bar was shrouded in a warm, intimate ambiance, the soft glow of dimly lit lamps casting a golden hue over the polished wooden counter and plush stools. The air was filled with the smooth sounds of jazz music, the melodic notes of the saxophone weaving in and out of the gentle hum of conversation from the patrons. Behind the counter, a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair looked up from the drink she was expertly mixing, her gaze locking onto Ember with a hint of curiosity.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice husky and confident, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Ember took a deep breath, smoothing out her dress before stepping forward, her eyes scanning the bar's interior before returning to the woman.

"Hi, I'm Ember," she said, her voice clear and friendly. "I saw the help wanted sign outside, and I was wondering if you might have any job openings available." The woman's smile broadened as she wiped her hands on a towel, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I'm Jane," she replied, her voice warm. "Let me check with the manager." She led Ember to a discreetly placed elevator, which whisked them up to the manager's office. The door was slightly ajar, and Jane knocked softly before pushing it open.

"Good day, ma'am," Ember greeted, her posture straightening as she entered the office. The manager, a poised woman with a kind face and professional demeanor, smiled and extended a hand.

"Good day, Miss Ember. Please, have a seat," she said, her voice gentle but authoritative. Ember took a seat, her hands clasped together in her lap as she explained her situation, highlighting her relevant skills and experience. The manager listened attentively, her eyes never leaving Ember's face.

"What makes you think you're fit for the job?" she asked, her expression thoughtful. Ember launched into an objective analysis of herself, detailing her strengths and qualifications. The manager nodded along, making a few notes on a pad of paper.

After a few moments of silence, the manager looked up, a small smile on her face. "We'll get back to you, Miss Ember," she said, her voice firm but polite. Ember nodded, rising from her seat as Jane stood waiting by the door.

"Thank you for your time," Ember said, her smile genuine. The manager nodded, and Ember made her way out of the office, her heart racing with anticipation. As she descended back to the bar, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. She pushed open the door, stepping out into the bright sunlight, and took a deep breath, her fingers crossed in a silent gesture of good luck.

CHAPTER 10

As Ember walked through the vibrant city market, the cacophony of sounds and kaleidoscope of colours overwhelmed her senses. She had spent the morning haggling over prices, searching for affordable produce to stock her pantry. Just as she finalized a deal for a bunch of carrots, her phone rang out, shrill and insistent. Apologizing to the vendor, Ember stepped aside to answer the call, her voice hopeful. "Hello?" The voice on the other end belonged to Miss Tiara from Shadow Oak. "Miss Ember, we'd like to inform you that you've been offered a job as a waitress at our establishment." Ember's heart skipped a beat as excitement and relief washed over her. After what felt like an eternity, her patience had finally paid off.

As Ember concluded the call with Tiara, a surge of joy and accomplishment washed over her. She had landed the job, a crucial step toward getting back on her feet. With a spring in her step, Ember hurried to Shadow Oak, her excitement building. Tiara, the manager, greeted her warmly and led her to a back office to finalize the employment details. As they reviewed the contract, Ember felt a growing sense of pride and accomplishment. This job would enable her to support herself and start saving for school. Tiara handed her a sleek black uniform adorned with the silver Shadow Oak logo. "You'll work with our team of waitresses and bartenders," she explained, "and need to wear this uniform while on duty."

Ember took the uniform, feeling a sense of professionalism wash over her. She changed into the uniform in the back office, admiring herself in the mirror. The uniform fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her feel confident.

As she emerged from the back office, Ember was greeted by her new colleagues. There was Isla, a petite blonde with a perpetual scowl on her face. "Great, another newbie," Isla said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure you'll last all of a week." Then there was Roi, a charming but aloof bartender with a chiselled jawline and piercing blue eyes. "Welcome to Shadow Oak," he said, his voice gentle and Ember smiled in return.

But the most unfriendly of all was Zia, Tiara's assistant. "You're the new waitress, I presume?" Zia said, her voice icy. "I'll be keeping an eye on you. Don't disappoint me." Ember tried to brush off their hostile attitudes, focusing on her training instead.

As she began her first shift, Ember's nerves started to settle. She took orders and served drinks with a smile, not even intending to win over her sceptical colleagues. Just as she was starting to get into the swing of things, a prominent figure walked into the bar. It was Miles, a businessman with a reputation for being a playboy in the entertainment industry.

Miles was the entertainment industry's notorious playboy, infamous for swiftly charming female celebrities and entrepreneurs who often ranked among the A-list elite. His whirlwind romances captivated the public's attention, with many wondering how he managed to capture the hearts of such high-profile partners. Despite his charm, some critics questioned whether those women truly deserved the adoration of this glamorous man in the form of an enchanter. Miles was known for his charisma and charm, effortlessly drawing people into his life. His relationships with well known female celebrities and flings were often the subject of fascination. He'd lavish attention and care on these women, making them feel like queens. But as time went on, his interest would wane, leaving them wondering what had changed. Despite his waning interest, many of these women held on tight, reluctant to let go of the ingenuine and mundane connection they'd shared with Miles. They'd cling to the memories of their time together, hoping to recapture the magic. Miles, on the other hand, would move on, his attention already focused on the next person who'd caught his eye. This dynamic left many questioning the nature of Miles' relationships. Were they truly meaningful, or were they just a game to him? As the spotlight shone bright on his love life, one thing was clear: Miles was a master of leaving a lasting impression.

The worst part was that these female celebrities often struggled with feelings of inadequacy, stemming from his exceptional charm and charisma. This perceived disparity in their relationship led to an inferiority complex, where they doubted their own worth and felt undeserving of his attention. They might wonder, "How can someone as captivating and successful as him possibly be interested in me?" or "I'm not good enough for him." These thoughts fuelled their insecurities, making them question their own value and self-worth. The inferiority complex arose from the perceived gap between their own qualities and Miles's exceptional attributes, leaving them feeling like they didn't measure up.

Miles's eyes widened in shock as he took in Ember's appearance. She was dressed in a sleek black uniform, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a bright smile on her face. For a moment, Miles forgot to compose himself.

"Welcome to Shadow Oak, Mr. Miles," Ember said, her voice steady. "Right this way, please." Miles followed Ember, still trying to process the situation.

As they walked, Ember noticed a woman trailing behind Miles. She was a stunning blonde, with piercing blue eyes and a voluptuous figure. Ember recognized her as Sophia, a model. Sophia's eyes narrowed as she took in Ember's appearance.

"Well, well, well," Sophia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look who we have here. The famous Ember, serving drinks like a commoner." Ember's smile never wavered. "Right this way, please," she repeated, leading them to a private booth.

As they sat down, Sophia couldn't help but make a snide comment. "I must say, Ember, you look...different. I mean, I've never seen you in anything less than designer before."

Miles shot Sophia a warning glance, but Ember just laughed. "I'm just trying something new," she said. "Welcome to Shadow Oak, Mr. Miles," Ember said, trying to sound confident. "What can I get for you tonight?" Miles smiled, his piercing eyes locking onto Ember's. "Going with what's available. I'll have a whiskey, neat. And make it double." "Coming right up, Mr. Miles," Ember said, expertly pouring his drink. "Can I start off with some drinks?"

"And for you, miss?" Ember asked, turning to Sophia. Sophia smirked. "I'll have a cosmopolitan, sweetheart." "Coming right up," Ember said. Miles shot Sophia a warning glance again, but Ember continued to smile. "Anything to eat?" Miles asked, "Just the drink for now." Sophia chimed in, "Looks like being a waitress agrees with you, Ember. The desperation suits you." Ember laughed. "I'm just trying something different ." As Ember took their orders, Miles couldn't help but notice the way Sophia was trying to provoke her. But Ember refused to take the bait, remaining calm and composed even in the face of Sophia's blatant hostility. Miles felt a pang of admiration for Ember's restraint.

As Ember served them their drinks, Miles leaned back in his seat, watching her with newfound interest. There was more to this lady than met the eye. She was truly the lady of the manor . Sophia was a prominent actress who had debuted around the same time as Ember as a model. While Ember's rise to fame had been meteoric, Sophia's had been more of a slow burn. She had always been in Ember's shadow, struggling to gain the same level of recognition and acclaim. Despite her talent, Sophia's career had been marked by rumors of her relying on her connections and financial backers to get ahead. It was whispered that she had slept with powerful men in the industry to secure roles and resources.

Sophia's appearance reflected her carefully crafted image. She was a stunning blonde with piercing blue eyes and a voluptuous figure. She knew how to work her looks to her advantage, often using her charm and beauty to manipulate those around her. In contrast to Ember's natural talent and dedication to her craft, Sophia's success was seen as more calculated and manipulative. While Ember had been hailed as a rising star, Sophia was often viewed as a celebrity who relied on her connections and sex appeal to stay relevant.

Miles, Alexander's friend, had a reputation for being a playboy, and Sophia had been one of his many celebrity girlfriends. Their relationship had been highly publicized, with many speculating that Sophia had been using Miles to further her career. Now, as Sophia sat in the private booth with Miles, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Ember, once the darling of the entertainment industry, had fallen from grace. Sophia, on the other hand, was still riding high, her career and reputation intact.

As Ember returned to take their orders, Sophia couldn't resist making a snide comment. "Well, Ember, it's certainly...interesting to see you working here. I never would have pegged you as the waitress type." Ember's smile never wavered, but Sophia could sense a flicker of annoyance behind her eyes. Sophia smiled to herself, knowing that she had gotten under Ember's skin.