CEO loves me with all his soul.-Chapter 115.

Leclair stood quietly by the window, his gaze unfocused as he looked out into the darkening sky. The room behind him was bathed in the soft golden glow of the bedside lamps. Two small cradles, placed side by side, rocked gently with the occasional movement of the precious lives inside them.

Seraphina and Aurelius — the twin stars of their family.

Leclair’s eyes softened as he turned to glance at the twins. They were sleeping soundly, their tiny chests rising and falling rhythmically, utterly unaware of the chaos churning in the adult world outside these four walls.

Leclair folded his arms across his chest, his reflection ghosted faintly in the window glass. His lips moved without sound, muttering a quiet prayer.

Please... let everything go according to the plan. Let them come back safely.

It was not often that Leclair prayed. But tonight, he made an exception.

The thought of Isaac — that stubborn, reckless fool — facing Dorian alone made a tight knot form in his stomach. And if anything happened to Diana, or even Luri... Leclair shut his eyes tightly for a moment.

He could only wait.

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Meanwhile, far from the warmth of the house, in a derelict warehouse under the ink-black sky, Isaac sat tied to a rusting chair, chains biting into his wrists.

He lifted his head slowly as footsteps echoed across the concrete floor.

Dorian Shaw returned, his long coat trailing behind him like a shadow. But this time, his hands weren’t empty.

He carried a gun.

The silver gleamed menacingly under the flickering lightbulb overhead.

Isaac didn’t flinch.

Dorian approached steadily, stopping just a few feet away. He weighed the gun thoughtfully in his hand, almost casually, like a man about to complete an unpleasant but necessary chore.

"Anything you want to say before you die?" Dorian asked, voice low and detached.

For a moment, Isaac said nothing. His chest rose and fell slowly, calmly.

And then, he lifted his head, meeting Dorian’s eyes with a faint, mocking smile.

"Yeah," Isaac said hoarsely, "Don’t die early. I still have a lot to scream at your grave."

For the first time, Dorian’s composed expression cracked slightly. His brows twitched into a frown.

"You—"

Before he could pull the trigger, the sharp crack of a gunshot split the air.

BANG!

The weapon flew from Dorian’s hand, clattering noisily across the floor.

Chaos erupted.

Multiple figures stormed into the warehouse.

At the front was Diana Sebanil, moving with lethal grace, a sleek black handgun still smoking in her hand. Beside her, Chief Argo and several well-armed officers poured in, surrounding Dorian before he could even think about escaping.

Diana didn’t hesitate.

With a single swift, brutal movement, she stepped forward and slammed her elbow into Dorian’s face.

Crack!

Dorian howled as his jaw was dislocated, dropping to the ground as officers tackled him and snapped cold metal cuffs around his wrists.

Isaac stared, wide-eyed, still tied to the chair. He hadn’t expected... this.

Hadn’t expected her.

Diana lowered her weapon and exhaled heavily, pushing loose strands of hair from her face. She turned to look at Isaac, her violet-gray eyes unreadable.

There was a strange, thick silence between them.

Years of separation. Years of wounds left unspoken.

"You okay?" she asked gruffly, keeping her voice even.

Isaac blinked slowly. His mind was sluggish to catch up with reality.

"I’m... fine," he muttered, wincing as the tight ropes dug into his skin again.

He shook his head slightly, trying to process it all. Then, after a beat, he managed to croak, "How... how did you find me?"

Before Diana could answer, she simply shifted to the side.

Out from behind her came another figure.

Small. Ferocious.

Without hesitation, Luri stormed forward.

Before Isaac could react, she whacked him hard on the forehead with her knuckles.

"Idiot!" Luri shrieked.

Isaac winced, still tied, completely defenseless.

"You reckless moron!" she shouted again, hitting him lightly but rapidly. "What were you thinking?! Going after Dorian alone like some action hero?! What are you, made of iron?!"

Isaac sat there, stunned, getting smacked repeatedly like a disobedient kid.

He tried to open his mouth, but Luri didn’t give him the chance.

"You could have died!" she scolded, voice wobbling slightly. "You could’ve left all of us behind without even a goodbye, you selfish jerk!"

Officers around them discreetly turned away, pretending not to witness the very public sibling drama unfolding.

Even Diana looked mildly exasperated.

She stepped closer and gently patted Luri’s back. "Alright, alright," she said, "Calm down."

Luri glared at Isaac one more time, breathing hard like a tiny furious dragon. Her small fists were trembling.

Isaac opened his mouth.

"I—"

"Shut up!" Luri snapped, cutting him off before he could even finish.

Isaac obediently closed his mouth.

Finally, after a long moment, Luri sniffled angrily and spun on her heel, storming toward the exit.

As she went, she shouted over her shoulder, "You can die for all I care!"

The heavy warehouse door slammed shut behind her.

The silence left behind was almost deafening.

Isaac sat there, blinking in bewilderment.

Diana sighed, shook her head, and knelt down beside him.

With efficient movements, she pulled out a knife and started cutting through the thick ropes binding his wrists and ankles.

"You’re lucky," she muttered, not looking at him.

Isaac flexed his hands once he was free, feeling the blood return painfully to his fingers.

"What... just happened?" he asked, still dazed.

"You’re an idiot," Diana said bluntly, standing up and tucking her knife away. She dusted her hands off on her jeans.

"Yeah, I got that part," Isaac mumbled, massaging his wrists.

Diana looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since they reunited.

He had lost weight. His usually sharp features were even sharper now, his eyes deeper set. There were dark shadows under his eyes — the marks of too many sleepless nights.

But he was alive.

And for now, that was enough.

Without another word, Diana turned and walked toward the door, following after Luri.

Isaac stayed where he was, the warehouse strangely quiet now that the shouting had ended.

He glanced around at the officers still securing Dorian Shaw, who was moaning softly on the floor, jaw hanging awkwardly.

And then back at the empty doorway where his sisters had disappeared.

His mind spun.

Questions flooded in.

How did they know where he was? When did they get the police involved? How much of the plan had changed without him knowing?

He rubbed the sore spot on his forehead where Luri had smacked him.

For a long moment, he just stood there, utterly alone, surrounded by the wreckage of the night.

And all he could think was:

What the hell just happened?

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