The gate groaned shut behind him. The armed guards didn’t follow. They didn’t need to. Inside the Glass House, there was no running, no escape. Only truth — and whatever pain came with it. Elijah stepped across the floor of the hall, The chandelier overhead sparkled. He knew the house. He remembered every inch. Every lie. He climbed the stairs two at a time.The guards had already radioed ahead. He wasn’t stopped. At the end of the hallway, two oak doors stood, slightly ajar. He didn’t knock. He burst in. And there he was. Joshua Quinn. Sitting behind a massive desk, his black robe falling from his shoulders. Eyes cold. Calm. As if he’d been waiting. “Elijah,” he said with a small smile. “You’ve finally arrived.” Elijah didn’t answer. Didn’t speak. He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed his father by the collar, dragging him from the chair like a bag of bones. Joshua didn’t resist. He merely raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “There it is,” he whispered. “Th

The gate groaned shut behind him. The armed guards didn’t follow. They didn’t need to. Inside the Glass House, there was no running, no escape. Only truth — and whatever pain came with it. Elijah stepped across the floor of the hall, The chandelier overhead sparkled. He knew the house. He remembered every inch. Every lie. He climbed the stairs two at a time.The guards had already radioed ahead. He wasn’t stopped. At the end of the hallway, two oak doors stood, slightly ajar. He didn’t knock. He burst in. And there he was. Joshua Quinn. Sitting behind a massive desk, his black robe falling from his shoulders. Eyes cold. Calm. As if he’d been waiting. “Elijah,” he said with a small smile. “You’ve finally arrived.” Elijah didn’t answer. Didn’t speak. He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed his father by the collar, dragging him from the chair like a bag of bones. Joshua didn’t resist. He merely raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “There it is,” he

Valeria entered VIREX headquarters with her heart in her throat and her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her palm. Two black-suited guards stood at the glass doors—silent, statuesque. She expected resistance, a challenge, even a gun in her face. But nothing came.They parted like curtains, eyes blank, and stepped aside.She slowed down, uncertain, glancing at one of them. He didn’t blink.They were told not to stop her.Her stomach twisted. The sweat underneath her silk blouse clung to her back. It wasn’t from the heat. It was fear. This wasn’t part of any plan. And she was doing it behind Elijah’s back.He’ll be furious.The moment spun in her mind like a reel: Elijah lying on the stretcher, shirt bloodied, face pale. The paramedics moved with urgency, trying to get a drip into his arm as they yelled instructions over each other. One of them had looked her in the eye and said, "If we came a minute later, the smoke would’ve shut down his system completely."Alec.He wa

The hospital floor was quiet. Too quiet. Elijah stood in front of the large window, his reflection faint against the glass, blending with the skyline of the city too loud to care. The afternoon sun burned like fire outside, too hot and bright—but the air inside was freezing. The AC hummed softly, but it made his skin prickle. He tugged at the blanket over his shoulder. The entire floor had been cleared. No nurses. No visitors. Just him and Sienna. She stood beside the hospital bed like a statue, arms folded. He looked over his shoulder. “You’ve been standing there too long. Take a break, Sienna.” She shook her head. “It’s my duty.” Elijah gave her a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s your heart. That’s the problem.” Sienna lowered her gaze. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then—distant noise. Raised voices. Shouts. Cameras clicking Elijah turned slightly, brows furrowed. “What’s with the noise?” Sienna moved quickly toward the door, checking the moni

Elijah stepped out of the black Jeep and onto the gravel driveway of his mansion, something filled his lungs.Something sharp. Old.Familiar.He paused.His boots crunched slower on the stone. The towering front doors were open—unusual. The guards stood still, their eyes down.Too still.Elijah stepped in, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the vast marble hallway like a countdown. His brow furrowed as the scent grew stronger.Oakwood…cologne…old wine.He stopped.His eyes lifted to the open archway of the dining room.And there he was.Seated at the head of the long mahogany table… chewing slowly, sipping from a glass.Elijah’s father.Sienna stood to the side, her head bowed, fingers trembling as they clutched the edge of the silver tray. Her eyes darted up—brief, apologetic.His father noticed.He turned casually, chewing, then met Elijah’s stare.A cold smile curved on his lips. “Son.”Elijah’s jaw tightened. “What the hell is he doing here?” he asked, his voice a low grow