Se connecterI stood in the doorway of Leonard's study, my heart hammering a slow, cold rhythm against my ribs. I had delivered my rules: I was his fiancée in public, his hostage in private. No exceptions.The study felt different now. It wasn't just Leonard's space; it was the war room, and I was the general.Leonard was sitting at his mahogany desk, looking small and defeated, even in his huge chair. He looked up at my cold, hard face."Where do we start, Veronica?" he asked, his voice low and serious."We start with the script, Leonard," I said, walking over and placing my notebook on the desk. "We write the perfect ending to Mason's story."I walked to the wall screen he used for work. It was showing a massive legal document, full of tiny words."Mason is in federal holding now," Leonard explained, standing up. "He's finished with his corporate moves. But Hattie is still free. She will fight for him. She will use the public lie to destroy us.""Good," I stated, the word feeling cold on my tong
The air in the quiet office was thick with dust and the silence of a finished war. Mason was caught in the net, kicking uselessly behind Elias. Angel was safe in the small room. But none of that mattered.The only thing that mattered was Leonard’s face on the screen, full of guilt and desperate love, confessing his final, biggest lie.I told them we are engaged, Veronica. I told the world we are getting married.I stood there, holding Angel tight against my chest. Her small, warm body was the only real thing in the room. I felt nothing—just a huge, cold emptiness where my heart used to be.I walked slowly to the communications desk. I looked at Leonard’s digital face. He was staring at me, waiting for the scream, the tears, the final, angry goodbye."You," I whispered, my voice rough and flat, barely a sound. "You promised me no more secrets. You promised me power. And you gave me a public lie. A lie I can't undo.""I did it for your safety, Veronica!" Leonard pleaded through the spea
I shoved Angel inside the small, dark room. The wall of scripts slid shut behind her with a low, solid thunk. I heard the bolt lock with a quiet, certain sound. She was safe.I turned back to face Mason. I was alone, standing a few feet from the wall that was now my shield.Mason stood in the doorway of the office, breathing hard, like a dying animal. His face was covered in dust and sweat, and his eyes were wild with hatred. He held the rusted metal bar tight in his hand."You can't hide from me!" Mason screamed, his voice raw. He took a slow, painful step toward me.I stood my ground. My heart was hammering so hard it hurt my ribs, but I forced my legs to be still. I had to buy time."It's over, Mason," I said, my voice shaking, but loud. "Elias sealed the exit. You're trapped. The police are coming."Mason laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. He pointed the metal bar at my chest. "No police are coming for me! Your boyfriend, the great CEO, fights his wars in the dark! I'm here now, Veroni
I 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







