CHAPTER 141

The storm outside raged on, mirroring the storm brewing within Dalia as she was ushered through the dimly lit halls of the sprawling prison complex. She could feel the pulse of the chaos around her—the distant shouts of guards, the muffled thud of footsteps, and the occasional crackle of static over radios. The men around her moved with eerie precision, their faces obscured by black masks, their movements purposeful and silent.

Dalia was a bit scared until an image flashed before her. She wondered if her father was behind this but she wondered who else would have such juice to get her out.

From what she knows Yeager was dead. And Albert couldn't possibly help her even if he wanted to.

But this—being broken out of prison by her father’s men—felt like a cruel twist of fate. She had worked so hard to distance herself from his world, from his power, and yet, here she was, being pulled back in like a marionette on invisible strings. She had tried so hard to forget about her father. He le
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