2024-12-16 21:28:30Third Point Of View
Bright lights illuminated Apex city's largest hall. The Rivens family went all out this time. Soft, mild music lingered in the air, as distinguished guests made their way in. The melodious sound of laughter, soft whispers, and the clinking of glasses gave the air some cheery vibes, and Logan couldn't tear his eyes away from the magnificence of the whole place.
He was clad in a dashing tuxedo from one of the largest fashion brands in the world. His wavy brown hair was styled like he could be on a magazine cover, and his eyes held so many emotions in them, capable of drawing anyone in with a single glance. His thin fingers were loosely wrapped around a glass of wine, his hawk-like gaze scrutinizing the young woman before him, “Where are your family members?” He asked, his honey toned voice blending with the mild music.
Sophie tightened her grip on her purse, letting out a soft sigh, “they'll be out in a few minutes. “ she then turned to face him, her red lips giving her the look of a charming seductress, “You can't mess this up for me, you understand?”
Logan raised his drink, giving a curt nod, as his gaze traveled elsewhere. Since Mr Lee’s surgery was successful, he might as well just lay back and enjoy the show. He took a small sip from his wine, “They're here.”
Just so he wouldn't mess things up, Sohie had sent him a few pictures of her entire family, labeling their foreheads with their names. She couldn't afford to make a single mistake, he couldn't afford to make a single mistake. There was just too much at stake. Her precious life and her fucking reputation.
“Quick, let's go say hi.” She hooked her arms around Logan and led the way. Sighting the family matriarch and her mother, she waved her hands, giving her best smiles, “Grandmother, mother, over here.”
Logan remained calm, trying not to get bored by the whole fake smile his face was blinded with.
Augusta Riven, dressed in one of the most chic and sophisticated dresses, smiled from ear to ear, watching as Sophie and Logan walked towards her, “You really brought your fiance.” She began, taking in Logan's appearance, “but is he really better than Mr Thompson?”
Sophie bit her lips, letting out a soft chuckle, “Grandma, you have to trust me on this. He's…” she was lost for words, her face paling, “He's much better than Mr Thompson.” If there was something she omitted, it was trying to give Logan a name! They forgot to practice his new character and focused on memorizing the names of her family members. He was a low life, someone with nothing to his name!
What if he exposes the whole plan with a single mistake?
Sophie's mother, Rosalia, stared at her daughter, before turning to stare at Logan, “You look like a decent young man.” She smiled, clutching her expensive Chanel purse, “What do you do? I'm sure your father owns one of the biggest companies in Apex city.”
Sophie's face turned ashen. Her heart slammed violently against her ribcage, as she anticipated Logan's answer. Her hands trembled, her nails tearing into her own flesh.
“I'm an orphan, my lady. “ Logan replied calmly, “but I'll make sure I give your daughter the life she deserves. I work at a company—not the largest, but it's quite satisfying.”
“You work there as an employee?!”
“You're an orphan?!
Roselia and Augusta snapped at the same time, their faces flushed from anger. Roselia stared at Sophie, unable to contain the fury that stirred within her, “Is this the low life you've been bragging about? Someone better than Mr Thompson?!”
“Mother.” Sophie whispered, her chest rising and falling at an insane pace, “Mother, he really is better than Mr Thompson. He's only an orphan, but he makes enough money to last a lifetime.”
“But he has no parents!” Augusta snapped, her eyes blazing with fury, “what's the benefit of getting married to someone like him?! It isn't going to help our business in any way!”
Logan's eyes darkened, and an overwhelming aura pressed against everyone, terrifying them for a few seconds, “Ma'am, you're making a—”
“Shut that trap you call a mouth!” Augusta yelled, glaring hard at Logan, “someone like you thinks he can marry into the Rivens family? Just so you could suck all our cash?!” Logan trembled from rage, his veins bulging out. It took everything within him not to give Augusta a piece of his mind.
“Grandma, you're embarrassing him.” Sophie drawed, trying to save her own ass, but her mother's next words sucked the breath out of her, “I don't care if you're engaged to this fucking gold digger, you're getting married to Mr. Thompson to save our company!”
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That night, Logan sat alone in his room. The box sat open on his desk. Papers, medals, dog tags. He held a photo of a young boy—himself—dressed in a sharp cadet uniform, standing beside a man in military gear and a woman in a white suit.His parents.He didn’t remember their faces... but something inside him stirred.The laptop screen glowed. The drive was decrypted. A terminal popped up, asking for a passphrase.He stared at the blinking cursor..Then, slowly, he typed:Cipher-Delta-29The screen accepted it.Dozens of folders unfurled across the desktop—videos, files, audio logs. As Logan clicked the first video, his own face filled the screen.A younger Malachi. Sharper. Deadlier.“Field Report #027: Malachi Volkov, Codename: Cipher. Operation: Hammerfall. If this log is recovered, and I’m dead, then the bastard finally won…”Logan leaned in.The man on the screen continued:“But if I’m still alive, if I ever see this again, that means I survived what they did to me. And if that’s
CHAPTER 36
'Third point of view'The apartment door creaked open slowly under Logan’s hand. The scent of sandalwood and old books hit his nose immediately—a familiar, almost comforting smell that now felt like a mask for the lies that had been buried here. The apartment was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtered through dusty curtains. Mr. Lee sat alone at the small kitchen table, a cup of tea trembling in his hands.Ever since he was discharged from the hospital, Logan hadn’t really taken time to pay him a visit. He had always made excuses that his wife’s family had not really afforded him enough time to visit. But after what happened tonight, after the incidence with Mr. Steele and the shocking photograph of himself in military uniform he had suddenly had the time that he never seemed to have.The moment Logan walked in, Mr. Lee looked up, startled. "Logan?" He called, a hint of surprise and expectation in his voice.“No,” Logan said firmly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind
CHAPTER 35
The safe house was tucked between two abandoned warehouses on the edge of the city’s industrial district, surrounded by rusted fences and the scent of burnt oil. Max parked the car in the shadows, motioning Chloe to keep her head down as they approached the reinforced steel door. A series of coded knocks later, they were inside.The interior was dimly lit, sparse but secure—concrete walls, heavy locks, and a bank of monitors linked to external cameras. Chloe didn’t waste time. As soon as the door clicked shut, she dropped the journal onto the table and turned to Max.“Mr. Buma told me everything.”Max arched a brow as he shrugged off his coat. “Everything?”Chloe nodded. “Canon Forte wasn’t just a side project. It was the endgame. Biological and psychological manipulation, complete obedience. It was never about weapons or war—it was about control.”Max ran a hand through his hair. “That lines up with what I’ve been digging up. But there's more.”Chloe looked up sharply. “What more?”M
CHAPTER 34
The weight of the leather-bound journal in Chloe’s hands felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t just paper and ink—it was history, secrets, and, most importantly, danger. She ran her fingers over the worn cover, her mind already racing with questions. The old man’s words still echoed in her ears."Because it’s already too late."Chloe swallowed hard and flipped through the pages. The journal was filled with names, dates, and locations, but her eyes were drawn to a single phrase repeated in different entries—Red Canon of the Canon Forte.She glanced up at Mr. Buma, who watched her with weary eyes. "Tell me what you know. What exactly was Canon Forte? Was it also part of the blood moon?"Mr. Buma sighed, rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. "Canon forte was indeed an extension of Red Blood. A final phase. The real reason behind everything we did."Chloe frowned. "Final phase of what?"Mr. Buma hesitated. Then, he pulled a chair and sat down, gesturing for Chloe to do the same. "Ye
CHAPTER 33
The streets were quieter than usual as Chloe left the train station, the conversation with Max still replaying in her mind. The weight of the folder in her hands felt heavier than it should, as if the information inside carried something more than just words—something dangerous.Sliding into the back seat of her car, she barely acknowledged the driver, a middle-aged man with a thick beard and sharp eyes that flicked toward her in the rearview mirror. His silence was almost unsettling, but she didn’t care."Drive," she ordered, her voice clipped.The car rumbled to life, rolling away from the abandoned station. The shadows stretched long across the pavement, the streetlights flickering weakly as if struggling to stay alive.Then, her phone vibrated.She tensed, pulling it from her coat pocket. A blocked number.For a moment, she hesitated. Then, she answered.“Ms. Chloe,” a deep, raspy voice greeted her.She felt her pulse spike. That voice—it was familiar, yet distant, like an echo fr
CHAPTER 32
Across the sprawling city, in a dimly lit office that smelled of old paper and burnt coffee, Detective Max sat at his desk, absently tapping his fingers against the thin file marked “CONFIDENTIAL.” The ticking of the clock on the far wall was the only sound accompanying him in the late hour, a relentless reminder that time was slipping away.Three days.That was all the time Ms. Chloe had given him to find something—anything—on a man named Logan.Yet after hours of combing through databases, sifting through every Logan recorded in New York's system, Max was no closer to an answer than when he’d started. There were plenty of men with that name, but none matched the peculiar details Chloe had given him. Logan wasn’t just an ordinary man. He fought like a trained operative, moved like a shadow, and disappeared just as easily. That alone set him apart from the rest.Max rubbed his temples, pushing away the headache forming at the base of his skull. His once steaming cup of coffee sat cold
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