The sun blazer overhead, but it did nothing to dampen the spirit of the girl walking
Confidently thr ouhh the crowded street.
Heads turned wherever she went, eyes lingering on her with open admiration.
She didn't notice—or care. Music streaming in her ears, headset on, she stepped across the busy road with the elegance of someone
untouchable.
**Brak!!!**
A screech of tires, a sudden inpact. Her body crumpled onto the asphalt, blood spreading beneath her.
"Sir… I think you just it someone ". A voice trembled from beside the driver's seat.
The men behind the wheel didn't move a muscle. His piercing sapphire—blue eyes remained locked on the girl.
"Go, Jacson. Chek on her" he said, calm, heavy, emotionless.
Jacson hesitated, then carefully lifted nichole into his arms, carrying her to the car while the crowd watched, silent and confused.
- - - -
Nichole's eyes fluttered open. Pain radiated
From her head. She tauched the bandage near left eyebrow, memories returning in fragments—the Porsche….the carsh…..and then nothing.
"Finally….I found you, Nichole Gabrata"
a raspy, calm voice whispered.
She turned. A man stood there—tall, imposing, with sharp features that made her head skip. His gaze was intents, unyielding.
He wasn't a doctor, yet somehow, he seemed to command the room.
"Do I….. know you?" She asked, confusion and fear lacing her voice.
He smiled faintly. " Your were twelve….risking your life to save a girl from a burning house.
Have you really forgotten you savior, Nichole ? "
Her chest tightened. Memories of fire, smoke, and loss came rushing back — the screams, the searing head, her parents' final words of love
*" Survive, Nichole. The city of Y will keep you safe untik you grow up"*
*Flashback*
Eight-year-old Nichole had been lifted from the smoke by a boy mint-scented parfume, her small body trembling, She couldn't see is
Face clearly, but he had saved her life. Now twelve years Later, she was staring at him again—Diego Zein, the boy who had risked everything for her.
—-
Diego ignored her questions, moving with the calm precisionof someone used to getting what he wanted.
"Where are you going?" She demanded struggling.
"Somewhere safe… before he finds you,"
he replied, voice low and dan dangerous, lips curling into a subtle smile.
Nichoel kikcked and screamed, but diego's
Strength was unmatched. Her shouts went unheard, swallowed by the speed of the car.
Her heart raced—fear, anger, and a counfusing spark of something else she couldn't name.
————-
Meanwhile, in a luxurios bar, Axel Cluis.
Nursed his wine restless and agitated. The girl he had hit earlier lingered in his thoughts—the red hair, the aura, the sense that she was the one he had been searching for all these years.
"Find her" he barked into his phone his fingers trembling. " And don't let her escape!!"
His assistant hesitated. " Sir…she's…already been token. By….Diego Zein."
Axel froze. Diego Zein— the name hit him like a thunderclap. Rage and disbelief surged throught him, but beneath it all, a strange sense of urgency: she was not just anyone, she was the girl he had been chasing, the one who had eluded him for years.
—-
In the car, Nichole's body went limp in diego's arms. She didn't know where he was taking her, didn't know why he had appeared again in her life—-but deep down, an uneasy thought whispered: her life just changed forever.
And outside, in the glittering city that beber slept, Axel clenchet his fists, promising him self that nothing— and no one—-wolud stop him from finding her.