MasukChapter 76VivianThe heavy glass doors of the courthouse pushed open, and the cold afternoon air hit my face like a slap. Rain was falling in thick, grey sheets over the city, washing across the concrete steps and turning the street below into a slick black mirror.I stopped at the top of the stairs, my knees feeling hollow. In my left hand, my phone screen was still lit up, burning bright against the gloom.We see you took control of Adrian's assets today, Mrs. Vance. We will be at your house in twenty minutes to collect.My thumb hovered over the power button, but I couldn't press it. My whole arm was trembling. In the right pocket of my blazer, the small brass key Adrian had dropped on the desk pressed hard against my side, heavy and cold.A broad shadow fell over me, and suddenly the biting spray of the rain stopped hitting my face.Lorenzo stepped up right beside my left shoulder, opening a large black golf umbrella with a quiet, firm snap. He didn't say anything at first.
Chapter 75VivianThe wood of the plaintiff’s table was so cold it sank straight through the sleeves of my blazer. I kept my palms pressed flat against the polished oak, focusing on the slight tremor in my right hand. If I let go, even for a second, I knew I would start shaking so hard the entire room would notice.Across the carpeted aisle sat Adrian.He wasn’t looking at me. He hadn't looked at me once since the heavy double doors of Courtroom 4B swung shut thirty minutes ago. He sat flanked by two attorneys in dark charcoal suits, his hands folded neatly on top of a manila folder. He wore the navy tailored suit I used to help him pick out three years ago. The shoulders hung just a little looser on him now. He looked thinner, sharper around the jaw, but his expression was completely blank.That silence was what terrified me.For two years, Adrian had been a force of nature. He was the man who could dismantle a person’s life with a single phone call, the man who had cornered me
CHAPTER 74 THE ASHES OF MERCERVivianThe red LED on the detonator pulsed like a tiny, bleeding heart in Julian’s hand.I couldn't move. My lungs felt packed with wet sand, every instinct in my body screaming at me to run, to scramble back into the dark, but my limbs refused to obey. The man standing ten feet away had carried me on his shoulders when I was five years old. He had sat at my father’s dinner table every Sunday evening, breaking bread, laughing, drinking dark red wine, and promising my dying mother that he would always keep our family safe.It was all blood money. It had always been blood money."You monster," I rasped, my voice barely a whisper against the low, rhythmic hum of the basement boilers.Julian didn't flinch. His expression didn't harden into a sneer or twist into rage. That was the most terrifying part of him—the absolute, soul-crushing absence of malice. He looked at me with the detached, mild sympathy of a banker reading a foreclosure notice."Monster
CHAPTER 73 THE CLEANUP PROTOCOLVivianThe officer’s hand moved to his side holster before the radio static even faded from the air.Every drop of warmth vanished from my blood. The relief that had briefly filled my chest split wide open, replaced by a cold, sickening horror. The flashing blue lights washing over the terrace weren't a rescue. They were a execution squad dressed in kevlar and badges."Adrian!" I screamed.Adrian reacted before the words fully left my lips.He didn't try to stand. From his knees, he lunged forward, throwing his full weight against the officer’s thighs just as the man pulled his weapon clear of the tactical holster. The officer gasped as his legs buckled, his heavy frame crashing sideways into the rain-slicked balustrade. The gun went off—a deafening blast that shattered what was left of the decorative glass doorframe above my head, showering us in tiny, glittering shards."Get behind me!" Adrian roared, scrambling over the slick floor to push him
CHAPTER 72THE EDGE OF THE ABYSSVivianMy fingers locked around Adrian’s wrist a fraction of a second before his grip completely gave out on the wet stone.The weight of his body pulled me flat against the rain-slicked balustrade with a violence that knocked the air entirely out of my lungs. The sharp edge of the masonry bit viciously into my ribs, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. I dug my toes into the cracks between the wet floor tiles, my left hand clinging to his forearm while my right squeezed the hard plastic of the master drive so tightly against my ribs that my knuckles burned white."Vivian... let go!" Adrian’s voice rose through the roaring wind, strained and hollowed out by exertion. He hung in the open air, four stories above the jagged slate courtyard, his boots kicking uselessly against the sheer, vertical face of the stone wall. "You can't hold me! You'll pull yourself over!""Shut up!" I screamed, the rain lashing my face, stinging my eyes until I could barely
CHAPTER 71THE STRUGGLE ON THE TERRACEVivianThe glass doors shattered outward into the freezing night, showering the upper terrace in a sharp hail of crystal.I didn't even have time to scream before the impact hit. Adrian’s body threw itself across mine, shoving me back into the safety of the interior archway just as Matteo’s arm swung wild with the heavy brass lamp he had ripped from the wall. The blow missed my temple by inches, glancing off the doorframe with a sickening thud that sent sparks into the dark."Run, Vivian!" Adrian roared, but there was nowhere left to run.Matteo was already moving. His dark coat whipped in the mountain wind as he stumbled out onto the slick, wet tile of the terrace. Clutched against his ribs was the hard plastic casing of the master drive—the single piece of evidence that held the truth about my father's death, about the corporate syndicate, about every lie that had kept me running for three agonizing years.He was heading for the spiral iro







