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

Chapter 7

The drive back to the Vance estate felt entirely different than the drive away from it. When Clara Sterling had left the house hours earlier, she had been a woman suffocating under the weight of an invisible, crushing darkness. Now, as her car tires crunched over the pristine white gravel