LOGINWe docked at a private marina in the Bahamas thirty hours later.I had drifted in and out of consciousness. Fever. Infection. My mangled finger turning black. A medic on the boat kept saying "amputation" but Damien kept saying "wait.""Hospital." His voice was firm. "Real doctors. Real treatment. Now."They carried me to a waiting vehicle. Arnold drove. Sarah rode shotgun. Both alive. Both real."Hope?" I managed."With Cassidy. Safe house in Montana. Waiting for her parents." Sarah turned in her seat. Her eyes were wet. "You did it, Flora. You survived Marcus Ashford. You are free.""Richard—""Is gone. Really gone this time. Dental records confirmed. DNA confirmed. Thomas Kane's men sent us proof." Arnold's voice was tight. "He died saving you. That counts for something.""Does it? Does one good act erase a lifetime of evil?""No. But it is more than his father ever did." Damien held my good hand. "Let him have that. A decent ending to an indecent life."The hospital was private. Ex
Marcus knew about the tracker three days before he told me."Clever." He held up the soap dispenser. Crushed it in his hand. The tiny device fell to the floor. "Hidden where Richard would not look. Where I was not supposed to find it. But you underestimated my paranoia."I said nothing. There was nothing to say."I have known for seventy-two hours. Watched your biker boyfriend circle the island. Watched him plan his rescue. Watched him bring eight men and three boats." Marcus's smile was predatory. "Then I watched my men sink all three boats. Watched them capture six of his team. The other two drowned. Damien escaped. Barely."My heart stopped. "You are lying—""Am I?" He showed me footage. Boats exploding. Men drowning. Damien swimming desperately toward shore. Alone. Wounded. Failed."Where is he now?""Running. Hiding. Bleeding out from shrapnel wounds. He has maybe twelve hours before infection kills him. Or my men find him. Whichever comes first." Marcus circled me slowly. "You l
The jet landed somewhere hot. Humid. The kind of heat that pressed against skin like a living thing."Welcome to your new home." Marcus led me down the stairs. "Island purchased under shell companies. No extradition treaties. No oversight. Perfect isolation."A compound sprawled before us. Walls. Guards. Security that rivaled military installations. Beyond it, ocean stretched endlessly."How long do I stay here?" I asked."Until you prove useful. Or until you die trying." Marcus gestured to Richard, who waited by a vehicle. "Your husband will show you around. Get acquainted. Consummate your marriage. I want heirs within the year."My stomach turned. "That was not part of the deal—""The deal is whatever I say it is. You wanted to protect Hope? This is the price. You give Richard what he wants. You give me grandchildren to mold. You become the perfect Ashford wife while secretly running my empire." His smile was ice. "Or I make one phone call and Hope disappears into a system even Dami
We were loading Hope into the car when Arnold's tablet started screaming alerts."What the hell?" He pulled it up. His face went white. "The chapel explosion. The blast pattern. It is wrong.""Wrong how?" Damien demanded."Professional demolition. Controlled. Designed to create maximum chaos with minimum casualties. The fire department found shaped charges. Military grade. This was not Richard's dead man's switch. This was someone else's plan."My blood went cold. "Marcus.""Marcus is dead. We watched him die—""Did we? Or did we watch what he wanted us to see?" I grabbed the tablet. Pulled up the footage from the warehouse where Marcus supposedly died. "Look at the body. Really look."Damien zoomed in. "The face is wrong. Slightly off. Like—""Like a mask. A prosthetic. Like Elizabeth used. Like Victor's impostor used." I felt pieces clicking together. "Marcus Ashford did not die in that warehouse. He faked his death. Let everyone think his empire was destroyed while he rebuilt in se
I stood in the bridal suite wearing a dress I hated, preparing for a wedding that would never happen."Five minutes." Cassidy adjusted my veil. Underneath the white lace, she strapped a knife to my thigh. "Damien has Sarah. Collar is defused. She is safe.""And Hope?""With Arnold. Three miles away. Armed escort. Richard's men will not touch her." Cassidy's eyes met mine in the mirror. "You do not have to do this. We can still run—""Running is over. Today we end this. Permanently." I checked the small gun hidden in my bouquet. "Is Damien in position?""Sniper nest. Three hundred yards. Clear line of sight to the altar." She handed me an earpiece. "He will take the shot the moment Richard says 'I do.' Clean. Final. Over."I inserted the earpiece. Damien's voice immediately: "Flora. You look beautiful. And terrifying.""Only one of those is intentional.""Both work." A pause. "If this goes wrong—if Richard suspects—get down. I will light up that entire chapel to protect you.""I know.
We were three blocks from the facility when the vehicle exploded.Not our vehicle. The one carrying Richard's data chip. The backup Arnold had sent ahead."NO!" Arnold screamed into the radio. "Team Two, respond! RESPOND!"Static.Then a voice. Familiar. Impossible."Hello, Arnold. Looking for something?"Richard.Not dying. Not dead. Very much conscious and talking."How—Dr. Morrison said you had minutes—""Dr. Morrison works for whoever pays most. Currently, that is me. Always has been." Richard's laugh was bitter. "Did you really think I was dying? The blood was real. The wound was real. But I have been preparing for betrayal since birth. Synthetic blood packets. Trauma makeup. Performance art perfected over years.""You sabotaged the extraction," I said flatly. "You killed your own team.""They were not my team. They were mercenaries Miranda hired to infiltrate your operation. I just activated them early." A pause. "And now I have the data chip. Four billion dollars. Marcus's comp







