Chapter 4

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vance estate, casting long, elegant shadows across the imported Italian marble floors. To anyone else, the house was a sanctuary of wealth and modern design. To Clara Sterling, it was now an active war zone.

She stood i

Chapter 5

The atmosphere in the Vance estate shifted over the next twenty-four hours. What used to be a home built on Clara’s suffocating devotion had suddenly become a chessboard.

Clara spent the entire day locked in the guest suite, her laptop glowing brightly as she meticulously decrypted the

Chapter 6

The Obsidian Club was a private, members-only establishment located in the heart of the financial district. It was a fortress of mahogany, leather, and absolute discretion, catering strictly to the city’s most ruthless billionaires.

Clara bypassed the velvet ropes. The imposing security