ログインEleanor Ashford's POV
My phone vibrated once, then twice, then erupted into a continuous stream of notifications that made my stomach drop.
I pulled it from my clutch and saw the alerts flooding in. Twitter mentions. Instagram tags. News alerts. All containing the same horrific image, the same vicious caption, the same calculated attack on the woman I had spent two years protecting and rebuilding.
"No,"
Vivienne Laurent's POVI watched the countdown timer tick down on my laptop screen. 35 hours. 52 minutes. 18 seconds. Sophie's terrified face is frozen in the paused video frame. My baby sister who used to braid flowers into my hair and dream about becoming a teacher. Now bound and gagged somewhere while strangers decided whether she lived or died.My phone buzzed. The burner. My hands shook so badly that I almost dropped it trying to unlock the screen.New message."The FBI raid was disappointing. Did you really think we would not notice? Your sister's time is running out. But we are feeling generous. One final offer."I stared at those words. One final offer. Like this was a business negotiation instead of my sister's life hanging in the balance.A second message appeared."Kill Amelia Sterling within 24 hour
Agent Torres's POVThe message about the 48-hour deadline changed everything. I had Vivienne's phone in an evidence bag within minutes and our technical team was analyzing the transmission data before the hour was up. This was no longer a slow investigation building toward eventual arrests. This was a rescue operation against a ticking clock.Rodriguez met me in the command center we had set up at the New York field office. Banks of computers lined the walls. Analysts worked at their stations pulling apart every byte of information Vivienne had given us. The encrypted drive with photos and videos of her sister. The burner phones. Communication logs going back six months."Talk to me," I said to our lead analyst.Sarah Chen looked up from her screen. Dark circles under her eyes suggested she had been working through the night."The burner phone messages
Vivienne Laurent's POVThe FBI agents arrived within twenty minutes. Two men in dark suits who moved with the kind of efficiency that made my stomach drop. Agent Torres was older with gray at his temples and eyes that missed nothing. The other introduced himself as Agent Rodriguez. Younger. Harder. Less sympathetic.Eleanor stood by the window while they took seats across from me. Her office suddenly felt too small. The air is too thick. I could not breathe properly but forced myself to keep it together because falling apart would not save Sophie."Ms. Kozlov," Torres began. His voice was steady. Almost kind. "Eleanor filled us in on the basics. But I need to hear everything from you. Start from the beginning."I clasped my hands together to stop them from shaking. Six months of secrets and terror rose in my throat like bile. Where did I even start?&n
Eleanor Ashford's POVThe name Simone Kozlov burned in my mind long after Israelite called with the news. Viktor Kozlov's daughter is working inside Lumière.Not just working but positioned to steal Amelia's promotion if the threats succeeded. The audacity of it made my blood boil. But it also raised questions that kept me awake through the night.How deep did the infiltration go?Was Simone the only plant or were there others embedded in the company?I had worked at Lumière for over a decade and prided myself on knowing every designer, every assistant, every person who walked through our doors. The thought that someone had been feeding information to criminals under my nose felt like a professional failure.By dawn, I was in my office pulling personnel files. Every hire from the past two years. Every promotion. E
Israelite's POVI did not sleep after Torres sent me the photos of Lily. Instead, I sat in my home office and made calls to people who specialized in finding ghosts. The kind of professionals who operated in gray areas between legal and necessary. By three in the morning, I had assembled a team of five. Former intelligence operatives. Cybersecurity experts. People who owed me favors and understood the urgency."I need everything on Catherine Blackwell's remaining associates," I told them during our conference call. "Financial transactions. Travel records. Known safe houses. Dark web communications. Anything that connects to threats against Amelia Sterling or her daughter. You have forty eight hours."My lead investigator was a woman named Kara Chen. A former NSA analyst who had left government work after becoming disillusioned with bureaucratic limitations. She got results faster than anyone I knew and did
Maxwell's POVThe photos of Lily hit me like a physical blow. Torres had sent them within minutes of receiving the second email and I stared at my phone screen feeling something primal rise in my chest. My daughter. Walking through her school gates. Standing in the playground. Completely unaware that someone had been watching her close enough to capture timestamps and angles that suggested professional surveillance.I called my head of security before I even finished looking at all three images."Marcus. I need a team at Lily's school immediately. Former Secret Service if possible. Armed. Discrete but thorough. No one gets within fifty feet of my daughter without going through them first.""What is the threat level?""Credible and immediate. I will send you the details. Just get people there now."Marcus had worked for me for







