Ava slipped into the driver’s seat of a nondescript grey sedan, the kind of car that blended into parking lots and intersections without raising suspicion. Her hands were steady on the wheel, but her chest was tight, tight with the kind of pressure that felt like a slow implosion.A hoodie was pulled low over her face, and a plain baseball cap sat crooked on her head. She didn’t bother with any makeup or jewellery. It was just her, the burner phone buzzing silently in her coat pocket, and a slim folding knife nestled in the waistband of her jeans.The safehouse address burned in her mind.As she drove away from the curb, she noticed headlights flashing in her rearview mirror. It was a black car—the same one she had seen earlier. She took a few turns around the block, acting like she was searching for a parking spot, then suddenly switched lanes to squeeze between a delivery truck and a city bus.The SUV didn’t follow.For now.Her thoughts drifted to the hospital scandal.The headli
Ava sprinted through the sterile corridors of the hospital, her heels clacking against the linoleum, hair clinging to her temple with sweat. Staff shouted orders through walkie-talkies, while nurses wheeled patients out of critical units in a scramble of fear and confusion.“The server room!” a tech shouted as she passed. “The ventilator systems are crashing!”She didn’t pause.Bursting into the server room, Ava found the young technician hunched over the main control panel, his face illuminated by the flashing red error messages on the screen.“Status?” she demanded.“Power surge isolated to our secondary grid,” the tech panted. “It’s frying backup relays. If we don’t reroute, we’re going to lose support to the ICU... and neonatal.”Ava didn’t hesitate. She dropped beside him, already punching in override codes. “Kill the automated loops. Manual failover. Bypass the corrupted node using the ground-level UPS.” She glanced at him. “You know where the line splits?”He blinked at her
The black gown hugged Ava’s figure perfectly, looking both elegant and sleek while cleverly concealing the blade strapped to her thigh. She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the thin strap on her shoulder.She had a serious, determined look on her face.Selena zipped the back and handed her the forged press pass, disguised with a subtle La Rosa watermark buried beneath the laminate.“It’ll pass under basic inspection. Don’t let them scan it too long.”Ava nodded.Her reflection didn’t betray her nerves, but her stomach churned with everything left unsaid. Matteo’s threat still echoed in her head. Her hospital’s power grid had been wired to burn. And the man she loved was locked away, bearing a name heavy enough to crush them both.She walked out into the hall, heels soft against the marble, and found Pearl curled on the velvet chaise, clutching something behind her back.“You look… like a queen,” Pearl said quietly with wide eyes.Ava knelt, touched he
“This letter is to inform you that the Reed Memorial Hospital is now under formal investigation for suspected money laundering and financial fraud, effective immediately…”The letter crinkled in Ava’s hand, a wave of anger and fear rising up inside her. The government seal at the top stared back at her like a final judgment. The words jumped off the page: formal investigation, fraud, money laundering. Each term felt like a blow, cutting through her mind and leaving her reeling.The letter slipped from her grasp, floating to the desk like ash. For a moment, she didn’t move.Matteo Moretti’s threat still echoed in her mind like a dark chord: “If anything happens to him, I’ll come for you and your daughter.”Pearl.Alex.Her hospital.All pieces of her fractured empire, now hanging by threads.She glanced at the photo on her desk, her and Alex at the restaurant weeks ago. She had turned it face down last night, but now her eyes found it again. The glass frame reflected her tight expres
“It’s him,” Selena said. “Matteo Moretti. He wants to speak to the Godmother.”Ava didn’t blink.She reached down and set the photo frame of her and Alex facedown on the desk. She stepped forward, eyes never leaving Selena’s. Her voice was iron.“Put him through.”Selena hesitated. “Ava…”Ava raised one index finger, a subtle command to stop. Just one nod.Selena handed over the phone.Ava answered. “Matteo.”The voice on the other end was unmistakably his, gravel-laced and heavy with age and malice.“I’m outside,” he said. “And I don’t do phone conversations. We’ll speak face to face. Bring whoever you trust. Or don’t.”He ended the call.Selena’s eyes widened as Ava handed the phone back.“You’re not actually going out there,” Selena said.“I am,” Ava replied, already walking toward the door.“He came this far. Let’s see what ghosts he brought with him.”Rain had started again, thin streaks tapping at the estate’s stone arches and glass panels like long fingers. Ava stepped out into
The fluorescent lights in the federal office buzzed faintly overhead, casting a harsh white sheen over the steel table that separated Ava Reed from the two agents across from her. The air was biting cold and felt sterile, reminding her that she was deep inside a place where the truth could be used as a weapon.She didn’t flinch.Her hands, neatly folded in front of her, showed no tremor. Her posture, perfect. Her pulse, calm. But inside, her mind was moving like a loaded gun clicking through timelines, alliances, paper trails, and ghosts.The silence had stretched for too long. Minutes passed like hours. The older of the two agents, a woman with shrewd eyes and a too-crisp bob, watched Ava with a stillness that was almost predatory. The younger man beside her occasionally shifted, flipping through a folder, but never spoke.Finally, the woman leaned forward.“Ms. Reed,” she began in a low voice, “Did you know Detective Alex Ramos is a Moretti? A double agent?”Ava tilted her head sli