2025-02-24 17:56:39“Miss, it appears he’s been badly wounded,” the driver reported as he hefted Javier’s limp body into the passenger seat.
Valeria reclined, using her thigh as a makeshift pillow for his head.
Her eyes locked onto the bloodstained bruise on his temple, while her fingers trailed along his pallid face. “Handle him with care,” she murmured.
“Who would do this to him?” she whispered, her gaze filled with quiet fury.
“Seems someone attacked him,” the driver replied, shutting the car door and starting the engine.
“Should we take him to the hospital, Miss?”
“Be quick,” Valeria said, her eyes narrowing as she inspected his bruised knuckles and torn shirt.
Something about him stirred memories deep within her.
Her hand slid to his wrist, stopping abruptly as she noticed a silver bracelet wound tightly around it—a bracelet hauntingly identical to the one she’d worn since childhood.
The instant her skin made contact, a sudden, intense warmth radiated from her own bracelet, stealing her breath away.
“Miss, are you alright?” the driver asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror as he saw her clench her wrist.
“This bracelet…” Valeria whispered, her heart pounding. “It’s reacting to him.”
In that electrifying moment, a memory surged forth—her grandfather’s voice echoing from years past:
“Valeria, when you meet the one destined for you, your bracelet will burn with recognition. He is your fate, the one to whom you are bound. Find him, and everything will change.”
Her lips parted in astonishment as realization dawned. “Could it be…?”
She turned back to Javier, studying his features under the dim glow of streetlights.
The truth hit her like a thunderclap—this was no stranger.
This was Javier Everhart, the boy she once played with on her family’s plantation; the boy she had secretly adored but disappeared after his father ceased visiting the Everhart estate.
“Miss, we’re approaching the hospital,” the driver announced.
As the car sped through the silent streets, Valeria gripped Javier’s wrist as if afraid he might slip away.
“I’ve finally found you… but why are you like this? Who did this to you?”
Her voice, thick with both longing and determination, barely rose above a whisper.
Drawing closer, she let her warm breath brush over his bruised face. “Javier… wake up.”
In that heartbeat, a faint glow emanated from Javier’s pocket, followed by a pulse of energy so powerful that it drew a gasp from Valeria.
“What in the world—?” she murmured, watching as the light intensified, seeping into his body and causing his fingers to twitch.
His shallow breathing steadied, as though an unseen force was healing him from within.
Unnoticed by anyone, the silver bracelet in his pocket pulsed with a blinding glow before its energy surged into his body.
Deep within his unconscious mind, a vision began to unfurl. Javier found himself standing in an endless void—starless, barren, yet eerily serene.
The air was thick with the scents of burning fire, ancient parchment, and something primordial.
“Javier Everhart, my son,” boomed a deep, resonant voice.
From the darkness emerged a robed figure, his eyes heavy with the wisdom of countless lifetimes. “The time has come for you to awaken.”
Javier’s breath caught in his throat. “Who are you?”
The figure’s smile was a blend of pride and sorrow. “Your father—the last true alchemist of our bloodline.”
“Alchemist?” Javier echoed, his voice trembling with disbelief.
The man gestured toward the silver bracelet—now radiating with an ethereal light. “When you encountered your destined fiancée, the Philosopher’s Stone recognized its counterpart, unlocking the legacy within you.”
“Legacy?” Javier repeated, his mind reeling.
“Embrace it, and you shall understand.” With that, his father’s form began to dissolve like dust in the wind. “You already know the answer.”
At that moment, a searing pain exploded in Javier’s skull as centuries of alchemical mastery surged into his consciousness.
When his eyes finally snapped open, the world had transformed—every detail charged with new meaning.
“You're awake,” a soft, alluring voice called out, drawing him back to reality.
He turned to see himself lying on a sumptuous bed in a richly adorned room.
Beside him sat a woman of incomparable beauty—stunning and poised, her presence both commanding and enigmatic.
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Javier gave Amara a single nod—an unspoken acceptance of her resolve—before striding past Damon, who was already on the comms, murmuring orders into a hidden earpiece. The hotel suite door shut behind them with a soft click, the air outside colder, heavier—like the night knew what they were heading into.Down in the underground garage, a matte-black SUV waited, engine running. Javier slipped into the back seat while Amara took the front. Damon climbed behind the wheel.“They’re expecting us,” Damon said, pulling out into the street, “but we’ll still go in from the east entrance—less visibility, less noise.”“Any heat signatures?” Javier asked.
CHAPTER 293
Javier paced to the wet bar, poured himself a glass of water—no liquor tonight. Not until his mind was sharper than the blade he kept hidden beneath his coat. He took a sip, then turned back to Amara.“Start from the beginning,” he said. “How did you find out Sable was in the city?”“I intercepted chatter on a secure channel,” Amara replied, pulling a tablet from her bag and placing it on the glass table. “Encrypted, but sloppy. He’s getting arrogant. Someone referred to him as Dr. S—that’s the same alias he used in Prague.”Javier’s eyes narrowed. “And the lab?”“Abandoned pharmaceutical facility. East River district. Last used five years ago. No electricity on the grid, but the thermal scans I ran last night show movement. At least four people inside. Possibly more underground.”“So he’s building something.”“Or someone,” Amara said, her jaw clenched. “If it’s another subject like—”“Don’t.” Javier’s voice dropped, almost a whisper. “We don’t speak about Subject 12.”Amara lowered h
CHAPTER 292
The elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Amara stood beside Javier in tense silence, stealing glances at him every few seconds. His hands were in his pockets now, his posture calm—but she knew better. The stillness in Javier Montalvo always came before a storm.“I didn’t expect to find you here,” she said finally, her voice low.“I didn’t expect to be humiliated in front of a lobby full of parasites,” he replied, eyes fixed on the elevator numbers. “But life’s full of surprises.”Amara winced. “They didn’t know who you were.”“They didn’t need
CHAPTER 291
"Mr. Montalvo. We need to speak. It's urgent."Every voice in the lobby fell silent. Heads turned toward the woman who had just burst in—tall, striking, dressed in an immaculately tailored navy coat and heels that echoed sharply on the marble floor. Her hair was pinned back tightly, her face pale and strained, yet full of urgency.The man behind the reception desk blinked, flustered. "Do you... Do you know this gentleman, Miss?"She ignored him entirely. Her gaze was locked on Javier.Javier didn't move from where he stood—arms crossed, jaw tight, still reeling from the string of humiliating remarks hurled his way only minutes earlier. He’d tolerated the sneers, the laughs, the thinly veiled contempt from the hotel staff and a handful of self-important
CHAPTER 290
The hotel lobby buzzed with well-dressed socialites and businessmen, each flaunting their wealth as if it were a contest. Marble floors gleamed under the golden chandeliers, and classical music floated gently through the air. Javier stood near the entrance, wearing a plain black shirt and dark slacks—unassuming, modest, and far from the designer-laden crowd that occupied the room.He approached the reception desk with quiet confidence, waiting patiently behind a group of guests who eyed him with visible disdain. One woman in a tight red dress glanced over her shoulder and scoffed.“Looks like security’s getting real lenient these days,” she whispered to her friend, not bothering to lower her voice.Her friend laughed, flipping her blonde hair. “Maybe he’s lost. Or looking for the kitchen entrance.”Javier said nothing, simply waited.The concierge, a tall man with a stiff posture and too much cologne, frowned when he finally looked up and saw Javier. “Sir,” he began, voice clipped and
CHAPTER 289
The chandelier above the grand lobby of Hotel Caravelle sparkled like crushed diamonds, its soft golden light casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Guests in tailored suits and glittering gowns milled about, sipping champagne, chatting, laughing—the wealthy elite in their natural habitat.Javier entered quietly.He wore a simple dark blazer, pressed slacks, and a muted gray shirt. His shoes were polished but lacked the designer insignia most guests flaunted. No cufflinks. No flashy watch. No entourage.Just him. Alone.He crossed the lobby to the concierge, pausing politely as two women draped in designer gowns finished speaking.“I don’t care what
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