Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Think what?” “That you were safe,” Monica whispered. “That all this was just to distract Chase. I didn’t know he was using you. I didn’t know he was going to take everything from you, Rachel. If I had known…” Rachel stepped a little closer, expression still unreadable.
The metal of the chair scraped against the concrete floor as Monica shifted, her hands bound behind her back, ankles chained to the legs of the chair. The air was cold — industrial, thick with rust and silence. A single light bulb flickered above her head, swaying slightly from a chain, casting shar
Her office had been wired—top-tier surveillance embedded in everything from the desk lamp to the antique globe. A signal-blocking case sat ready beside her laptop, designed to trigger the moment Victor plugged anything into her system. Behind the hidden wall panel, two private security guards waited
The conference room inside Coles Group HQ was dimly lit, the blinds drawn, security jammers activated. This was war. Chase stood at the head of the table, his expression grim, hands braced against the polished oak. Ariel sat beside him, fierce and protective. Caleb leaned back in his seat, thinking
The tears came harder now—a storm of betrayal, humiliation, and fear. She stumbled to her vanity and looked in the mirror. Her face was pale, streaked with mascara and sweat. Her hands shook as she gripped the marble counter. “I let him in… I let him into my home…” A dry sob escaped her. “And he
Rachel walked through the polished marble lobby of Coles Group with elegance and quiet curiosity. The building radiated power, prestige—and secrets. She’d been here a few times before for charity meetings, always welcomed with respect as the elegant widow of a legacy family. But today, something fe