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

Chapter 8

The summons came at exactly ten o'clock the next morning.

Clara was sitting in the guest bedroom, calmly folding a cashmere sweater and placing it into a single, sleek leather suitcase. She didn't need to pack much. She just needed the essentials. The rest of her belongings—the designer