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The first rays of sunlight slowly crept through the large windows of the Volkov mansion, but they brought no warmth to the woman sitting alone in her room.
Arande sat comfortably on the edge of her bed with a glass of red wine resting in one hand. Her damp hair fell over her shoulders after the long shower she had taken minutes ago. On the outside, she looked calm. Elegant. Untouched by the chaos that had shaken everyone else.
Inside, however, her mind was busy.
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
Everything had gone exactly the way she wanted.
Arianna had suffered.
Noah had disappeared.
The Volkov family had been thrown into confusion.
For the first time in years, she felt as though fate had finally chosen her side.
She slowly raised the wine glass to her lips and took another sip.
"This is only the beginning," she whispered to herself.
Her phone suddenly rang.
The smile on her face widened as she reached for it.
She expected good news.
Perhaps confirmation that the last obstacle standing in her way had finally disappeared.
But the moment she looked at the caller ID, her smile faded.
It was one of the men she had assigned to watch the situation.
She answered immediately.
"What is it?"
The man on the other end sounded nervous.
"Ma'am..."
"What happened?"
"There has been... a problem."
Arande slowly stood up.
"What problem?"
"Noah has been rescued."
Silence.
For a few seconds, she simply stood there without saying a word.
Then...
Crash!
The wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered across the floor.
"What did you just say?"
"He was rescued, ma'am."
"That is impossible!"
"The rescue team found him before anything happened to him."
Arande's breathing became uneven.
"No..."
"The Volkov family has already been informed."
Her hand tightened around the phone until her knuckles turned white.
"You incompetent fools!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Sorry?" she shouted.
"Do you think your apology changes anything?"
"No, ma'am."
"I gave you one simple assignment."
"We tried..."
"Don't you dare tell me you tried!"
Her voice echoed through the room.
"You failed."
The man remained silent.
Arande ended the call without another word.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Everything...
Everything had just changed.
Noah was alive.
That meant Arianna would soon find him.
The family would become stronger again.
And if Noah remembered anything...
Her heart skipped a beat.
"No," she muttered.
"He can't remember."
She forced herself to breathe.
Panic had never solved anything.
She walked to the broken pieces of glass on the floor and stared at her own reflection in the largest shard.
"You've survived worse than this," she whispered.
"This isn't over."
Her phone rang again.
This time, the caller was Todd Paul.
She answered after a brief pause.
"What?"
"You've heard already."
"I have."
Todd sighed.
"Our plan has suffered a setback."
"A setback?" Arande laughed bitterly.
"You call this a setback?"
"The boy survived."
"And that changes nothing if we act quickly."
Arande remained silent.
Todd continued.
"The important thing now is to stay calm."
"Calm?"
"I've spent years preparing for this."
"So have I."
"And now everything is falling apart."
"It isn't."
"It feels like it."
Todd's voice became firmer.
"Listen carefully."
"If you lose control now, you'll expose yourself."
She closed her eyes.
He was right.
Anger would only make mistakes easier.
"What do we do?"
"We wait."
"I hate waiting."
"You'll hate prison even more."
That finally made her stop talking.
Todd lowered his voice.
"There is still one advantage."
"What?"
"They don't know who is behind everything."
Arande slowly nodded.
"Good."
"As long as that remains true, we still have a chance."
She ended the call and placed the phone on the table.
For several minutes, she stood perfectly still.
Then another thought entered her mind.
Arianna.
The woman had always ruined everything.
Years ago.
And now again.
Her eyes filled with hatred.
"No matter what happens," she whispered.
"I will never let you have a happy ending."
Miles away, inside a moving SUV, the atmosphere was completely different.
Konstantin sat in the front seat while Nikolai drove with steady focus.
Neither of them had slept.
Neither of them cared.
There was only one destination.
The hospital where Noah had been taken.
Arianna sat quietly in the back seat.
Her fingers remained tightly intertwined.
She had barely spoken since they left.
Every second felt longer than the last.
Her heart pounded painfully inside her chest.
She was afraid.
Not because Noah was alive.
But because she didn't know what condition he was in.
She was terrified of seeing fear in his eyes.
Or worse...
Not seeing recognition at all.
Nikolai glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
"We're almost there."
She nodded silently.
Konstantin turned around.
"He'll be happy to see you."
Arianna forced a weak smile.
"I hope so."
"He loves you."
Tears gathered in her eyes.
"I just want to hold him."
"You will."
The vehicle finally turned into the hospital compound.
The moment it stopped, Arianna pushed the door open before anyone else could move.
She almost ran toward the entrance.
Her legs felt weak.
Her breathing was uneven.
Everything around her became a blur.
Doctors.
Nurses.
Patients.
Nothing mattered.
Only Noah.
She reached the reception desk.
"My son..."
"My son was brought here yesterday."
The nurse looked up.
"His name?"
"Noah."
The nurse checked the records before smiling gently.
"Yes."
"He's awake."
The words hit Arianna like a wave.
Awake.
Her son was awake.
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
The nurse pointed toward the hallway.
"Room 312."
Arianna didn't wait.
She ran.
Every step carried hope.
Every heartbeat brought her closer.
Closer to the child she thought she had lost.
She stopped outside the room.
Her trembling hand slowly reached for the door handle.
She closed her eyes for one brief moment.
Then, with tears streaming freely down her face, she gently pushed the door open.