Harper is dying !

Logan's Mansion – Night

The door banged open with a violent crash. Angel jolted upright in bed, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder as she scrambled to her feet.

"Angel you!" Logan stormed in, face twisted with rage. Before she could react, his hand clamped tightly around her throat, slamming her back against the wall. Her eyes widened in terror as her hands clawed at his arm.

"How dare you deceive me?"

"Logan let me go! You are choking me!" she rasped, struggling.

"I want you to choke to death then!" he growled, eyes blazing.

"What did I do wrong?" she gasped.

He leaned in close, voice dropping like a knife.

"You had a sister?" Her breath hitched. That sentence alone made her freeze.

"You found out?" she whispered.

"I definitely did!" he hissed. "You never told me that you had any sister did you? Is that why you returned to the outta city immediately your contract is terminated in the courtesan house, trying to protect your only family huh? You talk about your parents and half-brother but never a sister!"

"Logan please! I didn't mean to hide her from you!" she cried out as his grip loosened and she collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

Logan towered over her, voice cold. "This sister of yours, how old is she?"

Still trembling, Angel muttered, "She should be almost 21 years by now…"

Logan's eyes narrowed. "So it's really Harper," he murmured to himself with a dark smirk.

"What did you plan to do when you met her?"

She remained silent, staring at the floor.

"You can't speak? I'm sure you planned to take her from your parents and run away somewhere together then you will leave me all alone to face my problems!"

"No Logan! It's not what you think at all I wasn't planning to run away!"

He grabbed her chin harshly and forced her to look up. "Let me tell you Sincere," he sneered. "I have seen your sister!"

Her eyes widened in pure horror. Her mouth dropped. "Her name is Harper right?"

"How did you know?" she whispered, heart pounding.

"If you were a good person you should have made friends with every Harper you met. You were so mean to the Harper in the courtesan house—now Harper your sister will suffer for it!"

Angel's face crumpled. She backed up against the wall, hands trembling. "That's true! My sister name was Harper too, why did I treated Harper so badly?" She looked up, eyes desperate. "Did Harper took my sister?"

Logan's grin was cruel. "Well guess!"

"No! She can't harm my sister I won't let her get away with it!"

He stepped closer. "You don't need to look for your sister at all. If I take her away myself I will definitely kill her. I can't allow you to leave me right?"

Angel's voice cracked. "Please tell me where she is! I need to meet her please!"

"If you want me to tell you where your sister is then kill Blue for me!"

"What?"

"Kill Blue and Quincy will be nothing!"

She hesitated, torn.

"But the courtesan house will kill my family!"

"I won't allow that to happen at all! I will send you and your sister out of here—you will go to where nobody will find you."

Her eyes widened. "You can do that?"

"Definitely! Trust me."

She paused, then whispered, "What should I do?"

He smirked. "Go dress up girl!"

Angel walked out in full black leather, her expression blank, eyes cold but conflicted. The door shut softly behind her.

From the upper window, Logan stood behind the curtain, watching her straddle her power bike. The engine roared, tires squealing as she sped off into the night.

He exhaled slowly, then gave a cruel smile to himself.

"Boss!" a voice called from the hallway.

Logan turned. His second-in-command, a lean man in a crisp suit, entered quietly, phone still in hand.

"Once Angel gets rid of Quincy, kill her immediately."

The man blinked, caught off guard. "Quincy? I thought you wanted her to kill Blue?"

Logan walked to the liquor cart, poured himself a glass of scotch, and swirled it lazily.

"She is no fool. She knows the courtesan house will go after her no matter what, and if she doesn't want to save herself, she will try to save her sister." He sipped, eyes gleaming with ruthless calculation. "So she will never go after Blue. She will try to kill Quincy instead because she knows that's my real enemy."

The man gave a low whistle. "Wow… you already know how she thinks."

Logan smirked. He set the glass down and turned fully to him, voice smug.

"Yes I do. Did Quincy send the funds?"

The man nodded, pulling up a transaction on his phone. "He did. He sent double of our losses."

Logan raised a brow and laughed softly, dark amusement dancing in his voice.

"Very generous of him! Now once he is gone, I can be the biggest shot in here!" He downed the rest of his drink and grinned with hungry ambition.

He walked toward the window again, staring into the night like a predator waiting for the kill. His reflection grinned back at him—cold, confident, and dangerous.

The hum of the motorbike ceased. Angel pulled off her helmet and placed it on the seat. Her leather gloves came off slowly. The wind tousled her hair. She walked confidently to the back of the house, punching in a code on a hidden panel. The door clicked open.

She moved silently, like a shadow, her heels making no sound on the marble floors. She slipped past the guards undetected, her breath shallow, her pulse steady. Up the stairs. She paused at the hallway corner and peeked.

Through the cracked bedroom door, she saw Harper sleeping, her body curled under the sheets. Quincy sat beside her, gently stroking her hair, watching her as though she were glass.

Angel's grip tightened around the cold metal of her pistol.

"I'm sorry Quincy I can't kill Blue because I have to save my sister so you have to be the one to go!"

She pushed the door gently. It didn't creak. The gun clicked quietly as she stepped in. She raised her arm.

Harper's eyes blinked open as a chill washed over her. Her body tensed.

"Quincy! Watch out!" she screamed, lunging. She shoved him hard, the effort drawing a ragged cry from her lips.

"What's wrong?" Quincy held her close instinctively. He gasped as he felt something warm and sticky under his hand—his fingers came away stained red.

Harper's robe was blooming with blood.

"My God—"

Angel's face was frozen in shock. The gun hung limply in her hand.

Quincy's voice broke. "Angel?"

She dropped the gun, guilt and horror flooding her features. She turned to run, but something on Harper's neck caught her eye. Her body locked up.

She stepped forward, trembling, and yanked off the necklace from Harper's neck. Her eyes filled with tears. Before she could process the full weight of it, Paige burst into the room, gun drawn.

Angel didn't wait. She sprinted out, fleeing down the hallway and disappearing into the night.

"I'm gonna find her!" Paige growled, about to follow her out 

"No! To the hospital! Harper is dying!"

"Yes boss!" Paige replied, already calling ahead as Quincy gathered Harper in his arms, her head lolling weakly against his chest, blood soaking through his shirt.

Angel stood in the shadows near the courtyard gates, her power bike parked beside her. Her breath came in shallow gasps, body trembling, skin slick with sweat.

From a distance, she watched as Quincy carried Harper in his arms, blood trailing from her robe. Paige followed closely, shouting directions as guards opened the gates in a panic.

Harper's head lolled weakly against Quincy's chest.

Angel's pupils dilated, and her heart dropped.

Her hand trembled as she glanced down… the necklace. Harper's necklace. Her sister's necklace. Clutched in her palm.

"No!" she breathed, shaking her head violently, her vision blurring. "This can't be! It can't be!" Her voice cracked as her knees buckled slightly.

Her chest heaved, pain rising up from her stomach to her throat. Then—she spat.

Blood hit the pavement.

Her hand wiped her mouth instinctively, but her fingers came back red. Her eyes widened in horror.

"Angel!" a voice rang out behind her.

She spun around and saw Logan's bodyguard approaching with a twisted grin.

She froze for a heartbeat—then bolted.

Her boots pounded the concrete, her breathing ragged as she sprinted away from the gates. Her mind screamed, her thoughts a storm of regret, horror, and confusion.

She burst into the open street, not even glancing at the oncoming headlights.

SCREECH! CRASH!

A car slammed into her at full speed.

Her body hit the windshield, then tumbled to the ground like a broken doll.

The driver screamed.

The bodyguard swore, eyes wide. "Damnit!" he hissed and backed away quickly, disappearing into the shadows without a second glance.

Fransisca stood near the grand vanity, hairpins still in her hand, startled by the news.

"What? Blue was shot?" she asked, her perfectly arched brows furrowed in disbelief.

The attendant in front of her nodded quickly. "Yes ma'am!"

Her tone shifted sharply. "Where is she?"

"At the hospital."

Fransisca dropped the pins on the table, eyes flashing with urgency.

"Let's go now!"

She swept her robe over her shoulders and stormed out, heels clicking with fury and fear, courtesans parting in silence as she passed.