Twice Taken: 14. The First Strike

The quiet of the morning was shattered by the sharp, insistent chime of Elena’s phone. She froze, a cold tremor running down her spine. The unknown number flashed again—relentless, like a heartbeat she couldn’t escape.

“You’ve chosen… wisely, Elena. But actions have consequences. Watch closely.”

Attached was a video. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then pressed play.

It was their house. Her home. But not just any footage—this was real-time, live. Max’s study, the room he never left unlocked. Papers scattered across his desk, the safe slightly ajar. Someone had broken in. Someone was in their home at that very moment. Was the person there to assassinate them? She imagined all sorts of scenario as her heart thudded

Elena’s breath caught. Her hands shook violently as the screen showed a shadow moving across the room. Her pulse thundered, heart threatening to escape her chest. She didn’t think—she just ran.

“Max!” she screamed, panic clawing at her throat.