ANMELDENThe first break came three hours after the abduction. A traffic camera on the outskirts of the city had captured one of the vans heading east on Highway 47. Clear image. Timestamp. Direction of travel."We have something!" one of Ryan's tech specialists shouted. "Van heading east at eleven forty-two AM. Approximately thirty minutes after the abduction."Ryan was at the screen immediately. "Can we track it further? See where it went?""Working on it," the specialist replied. Fingers flying across keyboards. Pulling up more camera feeds. More intersections. More potential sightings.They found the van again twelve miles down the highway. Then again at a gas station. Then turning onto a rural road with no cameras."Damn it," Ryan muttered. "Where did they go after that turn?""Satellite imagery," another specialist suggested. "If we can access real-time satellite feeds, we might be able to track them even without ground cameras.""Do it," Ryan ordered. "Pull whatever strings you need to
The news broke within an hour. Sterling Heiress Abducted in Broad Daylight. Cora Sterling Kidnapped in Coordinated Attack. Sterling Family Under Siege Again.Every news outlet picked it up. Television. Radio. Social media. The story spread like wildfire consuming dry brush.Details emerged quickly. Eyewitnesses at the intersection. Traffic camera footage showing the vans boxing in the limousine. The masked men. The weapons. Cora being dragged away while her father watched helplessly.The Sterling family tried to control the narrative but it was impossible. Too many people had seen it happen. Too much footage existed. Within two hours, the abduction video was everywhere.Ryan stood in the estate's security command center watching the footage play on repeat. Trying to find something. Anything. A license plate. A distinguishing mark. Some clue about who these people were.Nothing. The vans were stolen. Reported missing three days ago from a rental lot across town. The plates were fake. T
Two weeks after waking from her coma, Cora stood in front of her bedroom mirror adjusting her blazer. She looked thinner than before the accident. Paler. But alive. Determined."You do not have to do this yet," Caleb said from the doorway. He had been hovering since she regained consciousness. "Another week of rest would not hurt.""I have rested for two weeks," Cora replied. "I am ready to work. Ready to do something productive instead of sitting around going crazy.""The company will survive without you," Caleb pressed."But I will not survive another week of bed rest," Cora countered. "I need this, Caleb. I need to feel normal again."Her recovery had been remarkable. Faster than anyone expected. Within days of waking, she was walking. Within a week, she was doing physical therapy. Within two weeks, she was essentially back to her pre-accident self.The doctors called it miraculous. Caleb called it stubborn determination.She still did not remember the accident. Could not recall ge
"Absolutely not," Liam said after Vanessa left. He spoke to his empty apartment like saying it out loud would make it true. "I am not doing that. I am not helping anyone hurt Cora."He resumed packing. Faster now. More determined. He would leave tonight. Catch the first flight out. Disappear before Ethan could follow through on his threats.His phone rang. Vanessa.Liam ignored it. Kept packing.It rang again. And again.On the fourth call, Liam answered. "I said no.""You did not let me finish," Vanessa replied. "You heard murder and stopped listening. But that is not what I am proposing.""Then what are you proposing?" Liam demanded."Come back to my place," Vanessa said. "Let me explain properly. What I am actually planning. How it benefits you. How it solves all your problems without you having to become something you are not.""I do not want to hear it," Liam insisted."Thirty minutes," Vanessa pressed. "Give me thirty minutes to explain. If you still want to run after that, fine
Ethan set his coffee cup down hard. The sound made other patrons look over briefly before returning to their own conversations."That is not a condition," Ethan said. His voice was cold. Sharp. "That is you trying to manipulate your way out of paying what you owe by attaching strings that benefit only you.""I am trying to make amends," Liam protested."No," Ethan interrupted. "You are trying to ease your guilt while shortchanging my sister two hundred thousand dollars. You do not get to do both.""But the three forty-seven is what she actually spent—""I do not care what you think is fair," Ethan cut him off again. "The court has determined you owe five hundred fifty thousand. That includes the money she spent plus compensation for three years of emotional abuse. You do not get to negotiate that down because you feel bad now."Liam shifted uncomfortably. "I cannot pay five fifty. I do not have it.""Then you should have thought about that before you spent three years using my sister,
Ethan was in his office reviewing security footage when his phone rang. Unknown number. He almost ignored it but answered."Ethan Sterling.""It is Liam." The voice was nervous. "Liam Kingston. I need to talk to you."Ethan leaned back. "I am listening.""Not over the phone," Liam said. "Can we meet? Somewhere public.""Why?""I have something important to discuss. About the money. About Cora."Ethan checked his watch. "Coffee shop on Morrison Street. One hour.""I will be there," Liam said.Ethan arrived early. Chose a back corner table. Ordered coffee. Waited.Liam arrived on time. He looked different. Thinner. Dark circles under his eyes. The celebrity polish worn away."Thank you for meeting me," Liam said as he sat."You said this was about money," Ethan replied. "Talk."Liam ordered coffee. Took a breath. "I want to settle. Pay back what I owe Cora. End the lawsuit.""You do not have that kind of money," Ethan observed."I can get it," Liam insisted. "I have been working. Taking







