ログインChapter 66 For one second no one moved. The harbor wind rushed across the empty terminal, rattling loose metal against the cargo crates. Then Rafael turned sharply toward Lucian. “How long?” Lucian checked the tracking again. “Eight minutes.” “From the harbor?” “Yes.” ⸻ Rafael was already moving toward the car. “Everyone back. Now.” Dianne followed without hesitation. Lucian ran ahead to the driver’s seat while Rafael’s men jumped into the second vehicle behind them. ⸻ The engine roared to life. Lucian accelerated out of the cargo terminal fast enough that the tires briefly lost grip on the pavement. ⸻ “They used us,” Lucian muttered. “Yes,” Rafael said calmly. “The harbor was bait.” ⸻ Dianne sat forward slightly in the back seat. “They wanted to pull you away from the building.” Rafael nodded. “That’s exactly what they did.” ⸻ Lucian glanced in the mirror. “You think they’re going after the penthouse?” “Yes.” “Why?” ⸻ Rafael’s answer was simple. “The
Chapter 65 The city looked different from the back seat of Rafael’s car. Not quieter. Just sharper. Like every street corner might be hiding something. ⸻ Dianne watched the buildings pass through the tinted window while Rafael sat beside her, calm in that dangerous way he had when something serious was about to happen. Lucian drove. Two of Rafael’s men followed in another car behind them. “How far?” Rafael asked. Lucian glanced at the navigation screen. “Seven minutes.” ⸻ Dianne leaned slightly forward. “Are they still moving?” Lucian nodded. “Convoy just reached Harbor District.” “Pier 14?” Rafael asked. “Yes.” ⸻ Rafael looked out the window. “That’s not a coincidence.” “No,” Dianne said quietly. “It isn’t.” ⸻ The harbor appeared ahead of them a few minutes later. Large cranes. Cargo containers stacked like metal walls. Ships anchored in the distance. Most of the area looked quiet. Too quiet. ⸻ Lucian slowed the car. “Convoy stopped.” “Where?” Rafae
Chapter 64 The call came just after noon. Rafael was still in the study when Lucian’s name appeared on the screen again. He answered immediately. “What happened?” Lucian didn’t waste time. “We have movement.” Rafael straightened slightly. “What kind?” “The Senator just left the government complex.” “That’s not unusual.” “It is when he travels with Foundation security.” ⸻ Rafael’s eyes narrowed. “How many?” “Three vehicles.” “Where are they going?” Lucian hesitated. “That’s the strange part.” “What?” “They’re heading toward the harbor.” ⸻ Rafael stood up. The harbor was nowhere near the Senator’s usual schedule. “What’s at the harbor?” he asked. Lucian’s voice lowered. “A private cargo terminal.” ⸻ Dianne appeared in the doorway of the study. She had clearly heard enough of the conversation to understand something was happening. “What cargo terminal?” she asked. Rafael looked at her. “Pier 14.” Dianne’s expression sharpened immediately. “That’s not j
Chapter 63 The penthouse felt different that morning. Not louder. Not more tense. Just… heavier. Dianne noticed it in small ways. Two more guards near the elevator. Rafael’s security system running on three screens instead of one. And Rafael himself standing near the kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee he clearly hadn’t touched. “You’re staring at it,” she said. Rafael looked down at the mug like he had just remembered it existed. “Apparently.” “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” “That’s what happens when people try to kill the woman living in your penthouse.” Dianne leaned against the counter across from him. “That sounds dramatic.” “It’s accurate.” ⸻ For a moment neither of them spoke. The quiet was comfortable in a strange way. Not awkward. Just thoughtful. ⸻ Dianne finally reached for the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. “You told Lucian to lock down the building.” “Yes.” “Full lockdown?” “Yes.” She blew lightly on the coffee. “That’s
Chapter 62 Dianne woke up to silence. Not the peaceful kind. The controlled kind. The kind that meant Rafael had already been working for hours. ⸻ When she stepped into the living room, she noticed the difference immediately. Two additional security guards near the elevator. The doors locked under biometric control. And Rafael standing near the large table in the center of the room, studying several screens at once. ⸻ “You fortified the building,” she said. Rafael didn’t look up. “Yes.” “That seems dramatic.” “It’s necessary.” ⸻ She walked closer. “What happened?” ⸻ Rafael finally turned toward her. “The Senator met with the Foundation last night.” Dianne’s expression sharpened. “In person?” “Yes.” ⸻ That confirmed what she already suspected. The situation had crossed an invisible line. ⸻ “They’re preparing containment,” Rafael continued. The word hit her immediately. “Containment?” “Yes.” ⸻ Dianne exhaled slowly. “That’s the same language used in
Chapter 61 Rafael didn’t sleep. Not after everything Dianne had told him. The truth had finally surfaced. She had come into his life deliberately. To investigate. To find the same answers he had been chasing for years. And somehow that didn’t anger him as much as it should have. If anything, it made the situation clearer. More dangerous. But clearer. ⸻ He stood in the study again just before dawn, looking at the files spread across the desk. His father’s investigation. The Cruz incident. The Foundation network. For twenty years those pieces had existed separately. Now they were finally forming a single picture. ⸻ Lucian arrived early. He didn’t knock. He rarely did. “You look like you haven’t slept,” Lucian said. “I haven’t.” “That’s not surprising.” ⸻ Lucian placed a tablet on the desk. “We have a bigger problem.” Rafael looked up. “What kind?” “The Senator moved last night.” ⸻ Rafael’s expression hardened slightly. “How?” “He held a private meeting







