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The Counterattack

Author: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-07-25 20:19:03

Vivian's POV

The call came in at 2:47 in the morning, and I knew before I picked up that something had gone wrong.

"Talk," I said.

"The Meridian account. It's gone." Marco's voice was tight and clipped, the way it got when he was trying not to sound scared. "All of it. Forty-two million, wired out in six transfers over the last three hours."

I sat up in bed. The silk sheet slid off my shoulder and I didn't bother pulling it back up. "Gone where?"

"We're tracing it now, but–"

"Don't tell me you
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