Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 329: Loyalty

–Alyssa–

I went back to my apartment to gather my materials before heading to school.

My driver was already waiting outside.

Of course he was.

Mom made sure I was protected.

The only maid inside was Ms. Christina.

"Hello, Aly," she called from the staircase, casually wiping the railings like it was any other day.

"Hey, Miss Tina. I’m in a hurry," I said as I rushed past her, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floors.

I headed straight to my bedroom, grabbing my books, documents, and everything I needed. I shoved them into my luggage without my usual neatness.

Something felt... off.

Ms. Christina followed me inside.

"Do you need help?" she asked.

I paused.

My gaze flickered to the canvas leaning near the wall.

"Yes, please," I said, pointing at it.

She walked toward it, calm. Too calm.

As she bent slightly—

There it was.

A glint.

A knife strapped securely along her thigh, hidden beneath the fabric.

I didn’t react.

Didn’t blink.

I simply turned back to my table, continuing to gather my things like I hadn’t seen anything at all.

"Anything else?" she asked.

I tapped my chin lightly, pretending to think.

"Hmm... no. That’s all."

"Alright."

She turned and walked out.

I followed her downstairs.

And that’s when—

I froze.

Men.

Already inside.

Dressed in black suits, faces masked, bodies rigid and coordinated.

Not amateurs.

Not random.

This was planned.

Did Christina let them in?

My instincts screamed.

I stepped back—

And Christina subtly raised her hand behind her back, signaling me.

Back away.

"Freeze!" one of them barked. "Miss Blackwell, get down now!"

I didn’t scream.

I didn’t panic.

My eyes shifted—just for a second—toward the camera mounted in the corner.

Then back to Christina.

Her hand moved again.

This time to her other thigh.

A second weapon.

Hidden.

She moved with terrifying precision, pressing the muzzle of a concealed gun against the canvas she carried, masking the motion completely.

"Alyssa," she said, voice low and controlled, "go back to your room."

But I didn’t.

Instead—

I grabbed my luggage.

And threw it straight at them with everything I had.

The impact disrupted their formation for half a second.

That was all Christina needed.

Gunfire exploded through the room.

Sharp. Deafening.

Precise.

I didn’t wait.

I ran.

Straight to Lore’s room.

My fingers pressed against the smart lock—my fingerprint granting access instantly.

I slipped inside and shut the door behind me.

My heart was racing.

But my mind?

Clear.

Focused.

Lore told me where everything was.

Always prepared.

Always ten steps ahead. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

I dropped to my knees and pulled the hidden compartment beneath the table.

The mattress panel slid open.

Inside—

Weapons.

Neatly arranged.

Cold.

Efficient.

I grabbed two guns and extra magazines without hesitation.

Checked the weight.

Loaded.

Then I opened the door just enough—

"Tina."

I slid one of the guns across the floor.

She caught it without looking.

Didn’t miss a beat.

More gunfire.

Closer now.

I stepped back inside, shutting the door again.

I moved quickly to the windows.

Peered through the edges.

We were surrounded.

Multiple entry points covered.

This wasn’t just an attack.

This was a capture attempt.

On me.

Why?

I pulled out my phone and called Mom.

She answered immediately.

"Aly!"

"I’m safe—for now," I said steadily. "What about the babies?"

"They’re fine. We’re on lockdown. Bodyguards everywhere."

I exhaled slowly, forcing my breathing to steady.

Good.

They’re safe.

That’s all that matters.

I grabbed the tablet from the drawer and opened the live feed.

Cameras.

Every angle.

Christina was still fighting.

Injured.

But relentless.

Precise.

Deadly.

Then—

Another bodyguard appeared in the frame.

The one we thought was a traitor.

But he was—

Protecting me.

Fighting them.

On our side.

My brows furrowed.

My mind started connecting pieces.

Rearranging everything I thought I knew.

What is going on?

And more importantly—

Who exactly is the real enemy here?

–Tyrona–

Alyssa Blackwell. One of their most valuable assets.

They’ve uncovered something... interesting. She’s about to marry Livana’s little toy—Lore. A Lancaster. A family long hunted, long wanted. Ever since Ines died, the government has been relentlessly tracing any trace of the Lancaster bloodline.

And we’re certain now.

He is a Lancaster.

That family’s bloodline produces nothing but geniuses—prodigies carved out of precision and calculation.

At first, we assumed he was just another Lancaster. A coincidence. A common name.

But after digging deeper... that boy could potentially hack the entire world’s systems. That’s the only conclusion that makes sense.

And yet, his academic records tell a different story.

Average.

Painfully average. His performance in technology and programming barely passes. No remarkable scores. No signs of brilliance.

Which makes it all the more suspicious.

"Sky! Zen-Zen! Zay-Zay!"

Andro’s voice broke through my thoughts as he tugged insistently at my dress. His face was crumpled, on the verge of tears.

"Mommy, you promised!"

I exhaled slowly, forcing patience into my tone.

But I cannot let my son walk straight into a fortress guarded by monsters.

"No, baby," I said firmly. "It’s not safe."

I inserted the drive into my laptop, pulling up the hidden files I had been analyzing. Lines of encrypted data began to load—

And then—

Black.

The screen went dead.

I frowned.

What the hell?

The drive’s light wasn’t blinking anymore. Dead. Completely unresponsive.

Broken?

"Mommy!"

Andro screamed, his frustration boiling over as he began hitting me with his tiny fists.

My patience snapped.

I grabbed his wrist and glared down at him.

"Shut up!" I snapped sharply.

He froze instantly. His wide eyes stared up at me—shocked, hurt.

Silence.

I released him, exhaling. "I’m sorry, baby," I muttered, though my attention had already shifted back to the laptop.

He ran off, crying.

I didn’t stop him.

My focus returned to the drive.

They’re still verifying whether Lore truly belongs to the Lancaster bloodline—the same one that once worked under Ines.

But this useless piece of junk—

I tried again. Reinserted it. Rebooted the system. Checked every port. Nothing.

Dead. Completely dead.

Fine.

I leaned back, jaw tightening.

We have a server now anyway.

–Lore–

I tried—really tried—to calm down.

But my system was already overheating.

I’m wanted.

Fuck.

"Did they trace that when I entered headquarters?" I asked, pacing back and forth across the room, my mind running simulations faster than my processors could stabilize.

Livana sat comfortably on the couch, sipping her tea like none of this was happening.

Steam curled from her cup, slow and calm.

Completely opposite of me.

"Why are you so calm?" I snapped, running a hand through my hair. "My bride is surrounded by those assholes."

I pulled up the live feed again.

My vision tunneled.

Men in white suits.

Full tactical gear.

Neighbors stepping out of their houses—too coordinated, too precise. Not civilians. Not normal.

A sweep.

A clean, organized sweep.

"But it’s a good thing Christina didn’t betray us," Livana added casually.

"Yeah," I muttered, barely hearing her.

I couldn’t even sit down.

Every instinct in me screamed to move.

To go there.

To tear through whoever was near her.

But I couldn’t.

Not now.

Not when I’m flagged.

If I move, I get traced.

If I get traced—I lead them straight to her.

"Calm down, Lore," Livana said, amused. "I’ll clear your name."

I exhaled sharply.

"By the way," I forced out, "did we secure the house?"

"Yes," she grinned. "Handled."

Of course it was.

"Tyrona’s furious right now," she added. "The drive isn’t working."

Good.

Let her choke on it.

"But how did she even get my name?" I frowned, finally stopping in place.

"It’s not even your full name, dear," Livana replied. "Relax."

I didn’t.

Not until—

There.

The feed stabilized.

The apartment was secure.

Cleared.

Sanitized.

Alyssa... was inside my room.

Safe.

My shoulders finally dropped, just a little.

She must’ve been terrified.

Damn it.

I should’ve been there.

"Go back to the office like usual," Livana instructed.

I glanced at the window.

Dark skies stretched endlessly outside.

Greenland.

Night.

Meanwhile, back there—

It was midday.

Time zones felt like a glitch in reality.

Then I saw it.

A white helicopter.

Clean.

Official.

It didn’t take her to school.

It escorted her straight to Livana’s residence.

Good.

Better.

Safer.

Relief hit me so fast I immediately grabbed my phone and called her.

On the large screen in Livana’s living room, I watched everything in real time.

The room was warm—soft lights, polished floors, quiet luxury.

A complete contrast to the chaos earlier.

Alyssa stepped inside.

The baby trio ran to her.

Her mother followed.

She hugged them all at once.

My chest tightened.

The call connected.

"Aly," I said softly.

"Hey," she answered, smiling.

God.

She sounded okay.

"Did you take the thing I told you about?" I asked immediately.

"Yes. I have it."

"Good. Give it to Auntie."

She nodded.

"I love you. Call me back."

I ended the call and watched as she walked toward Ines and handed over the hard drive.

The drive.

The key.

The problem.

And the solution.

I waited.

Watched.

She finally sat down, her mom handing her a glass of water. Her hands were still slightly shaky as she drank.

Then—

My burner phone rang.

I answered instantly.

"Babe, what’s going on?" she asked.

Good girl.

Using the burner I gave her.

"Well," I said, leaning back slightly, forcing my voice to stay calm, "we had a breach."

Short.

Simple.

Controlled.

"But I promise I’ll be home to help you prepare for our wedding."

Her reaction was immediate.

She squirmed.

Actually squirmed.

Even through the phone, I could feel her excitement.

"So this means you’re agreeing to marry me right away?" she asked. "Not in three or four years?"

I chuckled, finally letting the tension bleed out of me.

"Yes," I said. "I’ll marry you."

Silence.

Then—

"Why does it sound like I’m the one proposing?" she complained. "You didn’t even give me a proper proposal."

I scoffed lightly.

"Babe, that was from the heart. I had a whole plan for three or four years from now," I said. "But you hacked the timeline by solving that puzzle with the help of my brother."

She scoffed back.

"Just come home, dummy," she muttered. "And marry me."

I smiled.

Finally.

A real one.

I glanced at Livana.

She was already laughing, shaking her head at us like we were a pair of idiots.

Maybe we were.

But she’s my idiot.

And I’m hers.