LOGINChapter 81The memorial service was a blur of hypocritical eulogies and hollow prayers.Ethan sat rigidly in the polished oak pew. He kept his gaze fixed blindly on the altar, projecting the image of a broken man. But beneath the dark lenses of his sunglasses, he was watching everything. He tracked the nervous sweat on the CFO’s brow. He cataloged the way the legal team hovered around Chloe.He was mapping the battlefield.As the final hymn concluded, the congregation began to file out toward the reception hall.Zara stood up, buttoning her trench coat. "Ready?" she murmured to him."Get the car," Ethan replied quietly, not turning his head. "I need to speak to her."Zara hesitated, her protective instincts flaring. "Ethan, no. Don't be alone with her.""I have to set the hook, little bird," he whispered softly, his tone brokering no argument. "Wait for me outside."Reluctantly, Zara nodded. She squeezed his good hand once, a silent anchor, before slipping into the crowd and exiting t
Chapter 80The sky wept continuously over the city for the next three days, as if the heavens themselves were trying to wash away the sins of the Vance family.Victor Vance’s memorial service was held at the historic St. Jude’s Cathedral. The massive stone steps were entirely flanked by paparazzi, corporate rivals, and the city’s elite, all eager to witness the fallout of the sudden, shocking death of Cole Corp’s shadow king.A sleek black Porsche pulled up to the curb. Flashbulbs erupted in a blinding, strobing frenzy.The rear door opened. Ethan stepped out into the gray afternoon.He wore a bespoke, pitch-black suit that hid the heavy bandages wrapping his ribs and shoulder. His jaw was rigidly set, his storm-gray eyes obscured by dark aviator sunglasses. He looked every inch the untouchable billionaire, despite the faint pallor of his skin from the lingering detox.He didn't wait for his security detail. He turned and offered his good hand to the woman inside the car.The crowd er
Chapter 79The sterile quiet of the bedroom shattered under the weight of Julian’s words.Dead. Victor Vance was dead.Zara pressed a trembling hand against her lips, her wide blue eyes darting toward Ethan. She expected to see shock. She expected grief for the man who had raised him after his parents died.Instead, Ethan’s face transformed into a mask of terrifying, jagged ice. The warmth and vulnerability he had just shown his family evaporated, replaced entirely by the ruthless billionaire predator. He didn't flinch. He didn't gasp.He carefully untangled himself from Leo, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress."Explain," Ethan commanded. His voice wasn't weak anymore. It was a low, guttural whip crack.Julian swallowed hard, visibly unnerved by the lethal shift in Ethan’s demeanor. "The housekeeper found him slumped over his desk at the Vance estate around four in the morning. Paramedics tried to resuscitate, but his throat had swollen shut. The medical examiner did a ra
Chapter 78By 6:00 AM, the storm had finally broken.The flashing red and blue lights of half a dozen police cruisers painted the front of the Frost Estate in an eerie, pulsing glow. Julian stood on the front steps, flanked by Zara’s private security detail, explaining to a highly confused police captain how six elite mercenaries had been entirely subdued by a localized tear-gas malfunction.Inside the East Wing, the titanium blast doors had finally retracted.Zara sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, her face buried in Ethan’s good shoulder. She had been crying for hours, the sheer adrenaline and terror of the night finally breaking her iron resolve.Leo was sitting at the foot of the bed, his tablet resting on his knees. He was completely unharmed, looking terribly proud of himself, though he had wisely chosen not to mention the electrified fence to the police.A low, pained groan vibrated through Ethan’s chest.Zara gasped, pulling back slightly.Ethan’s storm-gray eyes slowly fl
Chapter 77The storm outside the Frost Estate intensified, heavy sheets of rain battering the thick, reinforced glass of the East Wing.Inside the primary suite, the air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic and Ethan’s fever sweat. Zara sat rigidly in the armchair, her blue eyes fixed on the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Ethan’s chest. The Prussian Blue had stabilized his heart rate, but he was completely exhausted, lost in the deep, regenerative sleep his brain desperately needed.Suddenly, the ambient lighting in the room flickered.Zara sat up straight, her gaze darting toward the ceiling. The lights flickered again, followed by a low, mechanical hum vibrating through the floorboards.Clank. Clank. Clank.Heavy, metallic thuds echoed down the hallway.Zara knew that sound. It was the automated deployment of the estate’s titanium blast doors. The entire East Wing was going into full lockdown mode.She shot out of her chair, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs
Chapter 76Ten minutes later, the double doors of the suite flew open.Dr. Hayes, the Frost family’s private, highly discreet physician, rushed into the room carrying two heavy black medical bags. He took one look at the billionaire thrashing on the bed sweating profusely and trapped in a violent hallucinatory loop and immediately dropped his bags."Hold his arm still, Zara!" Dr. Hayes commanded, ripping open a sterile syringe package. "I need to hit a vein before he throws himself into a full grand mal seizure!""What is happening to him?" Zara asked, her voice cracking as she used her entire body weight to pin Ethan’s uninjured arm flat against the mattress."Based on the toxicology report you forwarded me, he’s entering acute Scopolamine withdrawal," Dr. Hayes explained rapidly, tying a tourniquet around Ethan’s bicep. "The brain is desperately misfiring to bridge the gap the chemicals left behind. The hallucinations are essentially five years of suppressed memories hitting his fro







