Episode 11: The First Attack
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Episode 11: The First Attack
The alarms didn’t just sound—they screamed.
The entire mansion shook with the force of emergency protocols activating at once. Red lights flashed through every hallway, casting everything in a warning glow.
Ella barely had time to step out of her room before a guard grabbed her wrist.
“Secure room. Now.”
“What’s happening?!” she shouted.
“Breach on the east wing,” he replied sharply.
The words didn’t make sense until she heard it.
Glass breaking.
Heavy footsteps.
Then—
Gunfire.
Her stomach dropped instantly.
They rushed her through a hidden corridor behind the walls, one she never knew existed. The mansion that once felt like luxury now revealed itself as something else entirely.
A fortress.
A target.
A battlefield.
The secure room was small, reinforced, silent.
“Stay here,” the guard ordered before locking it.
Ella stood frozen for a moment before rushing to the intercom panel.
“Damien!” she shouted.
Silence.
Then his voice came through.
Controlled. Calm.
“Stay inside.”
That was it.
No reassurance.
No explanation.
Just command.
Minutes passed like hours.
The sounds outside shifted—gunfire, shouting, then silence again. Too sudden. Too clean.
Ella pressed her hands to her ears.
Her mind raced.
What kind of life was this?
What kind of marriage was this?
When the door finally unlocked again, she turned instantly.
Damien stepped in.
His suit was slightly disheveled. A faint blood stain marked his sleeve. But his face was composed—too composed.
“Are you hurt?” she asked immediately.
“No.”
But his eyes didn’t meet hers.
They were scanning the room.
Checking exits. Corners. Threats.
“You were targeted,” she said.
“Not me,” Damien replied.
Then his gaze finally landed on her.
“You.”
The word made her freeze.
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