LOGINI slapped the red panel with my palm. The noise didn't come from the lift. It came from high above us: a horrible, loud snap of metal tearing apart.I looked up, terrified. The chain holding the broken platform lift snapped loose. It didn't fall on us, but the sudden release of weight sent a massive metal beam swinging down from the ceiling.It swung fast, like a giant scythe."No!" I screamed.Mason was right behind me. He saw the beam too and shouted, throwing himself backward to escape the deadly arc.The heavy beam smashed into the concrete floor exactly where Mason had been standing a second before. The impact sent up a huge cloud of dust and concrete shards.I didn't stop to see if Mason was hurt. I turned and ran, pulling Angel closer. The dust was thick, stinging my eyes and throat. Angel started coughing, a small, weak sound that tore at my heart."Vee! Eyes!" Angel gasped, her voice tiny and terrified."I know, baby. We have to run!"I ran past the broken lift, heading for t
Elias slammed the brakes. The simple black sedan skidded hard on the quiet road, tires spitting gravel. I gripped Angel tight, crushing her little body against my chest. Her warm head, heavy with sleep, burrowed into my shoulder. The noise didn't even wake her."Drive, Elias! Drive!" I yelled, my voice raw. "He knows where we are going!"Elias didn't hesitate. He shifted the car into drive with a hard, sharp jerk. The tires caught the dirt, and we shot forward, picking up speed fast."He knows the unmarked car, Miss Hales," Elias said, his voice clipped and focused. He didn't look at me; his eyes were fixed on the rearview mirror. "Mr. Armani was right. He hit the internal line. Mason knows every private route and safe house.""The engagement," I whispered, the word tasting like ash. "He used the public lie to trick Mason into attacking the house, thinking Angel was still there. Leonard knew Mason would see the car leave. He wanted Mason to be confused.""It was a brilliant plan, Miss
I stood there, the hot coffee in my hands. The perfect morning was gone. The simple act of pouring a mug had ended with Leonard running, not walking, into the study, slamming the door shut.Mason knows that's the only time we leave the house.The words echoed, cold and clear. Mason wasn't just after Leonard's money. He was after Angel. He wanted the child to break the father.I was no longer the nanny who just followed rules. I was the one with the map, the key, and the power Leonard had just given me. He was waiting for me to lead.I put the coffee down on the counter. The metal mug made a sharp clank against the marble. I didn't wait for Leonard to return. I had to move faster than the last time.I ran back to the bedroom. Angel was still sound asleep. I grabbed the leather notebook from the nightstand. The hand-drawn map of the house was simple and clear.I looked at the map, searching for the internal security line. It was circled in black, near the kitchen monitors. I ran back ou
The air went dead. I didn't breathe. I just stood there, staring at Leonard's face, not the screen he had snatched away.Terminated. Canceled.The words weren't a threat anymore; they were a fact. A cold, heavy stone dropping into my chest. He wasn't trying to save my future; he was trying to hide the fact that Mason had already stolen it.I looked at Leonard. His eyes were wide, wet with a fear that wasn't for his company, but for me. The powerful mask was gone. He looked guilty. He looked like a liar."The roles," I whispered again, my voice thin, like air escaping a balloon. "He didn't postpone them. He took them. And you knew."He shook his head once, hard, a desperate plea. "I didn't know he struck there, Veronica. I knew he was fighting the company, but not that he had won the studio this morning. I swear. I was trying to buy time to fix it before you found out.""Time?" I took a slow step back. The coldness was spreading from my chest to my limbs. "You bought time by taking my
I stood paralyzed, staring at the empty space where Leonard had held his phone. The words I’d seen flashed behind my eyes like neon on a dark street: terminated, canceled.The silence in the opulent living room felt like a physical blow, heavier than the scream from last night. Leonard stood rigid, his body language screaming guilt. His CEO mask had shattered, leaving only the raw, desperate fear of a man caught lying."The roles," I whispered again, my voice thin, like glass about to break. "They're not postponed. Mason took them. He used your company to fire me, and you knew. You knew when you stood here and told me to trust you."He didn't try to deny it. That was worse than any lie.Leonard took a step toward me, his hands held up, palms open in a plea. "Veronica, please. It just happened. I found out thirty minutes ago, on the call. I was handling it. I was going to tell you—""You told me I was 'a prisoner for my future,'" I cut him off, the fury rising fast, stinging my eyes. "
It was real that my eyes felt cold. I was no longer just scared; I was in a clear, hard panic that made me stop shaking and start to think. The rules broke. It wasn't just a rich man's house; I was stuck in a secret war, and the person who made my toast was a fighter.Leonard didn't turn away. He just stood there and looked at me, his eyes tired. He was waiting for me to break or fight."I need to know everything about Elias," I said in a steady, low voice. I could only feel like I had a hand on the wheel that way. "I need to know everything I am going into. Because I'm not just Angel's nanny anymore, am I? I need to know my place in this fight."He sighed, the air leaving his chest heavy. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, the full weight of the Armani name sitting on his shoulders. He didn't try to shut me up. He knew I wouldn't listen."No," he agreed, the truth simple and heavy. "You're not. You're... baggage. You got caught in the battle. But you're also the shield, Veronic







