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Three months into married life, everything was perfect.Too perfect.I should have known something was coming. Peace never lasted long in my world.It started with a letter. Delivered to the compound. No return address. No postmark. Just my name written in handwriting that made my blood run cold.I recognized it immediately. Even after all these years.My mother's handwriting.But my mother had been dead for twenty-three years. Killed in a car accident when I was twelve. I watched them lower her casket into the ground. Cried at her grave for months afterward.She was dead. I knew she was dead.So why was I holding a letter in her handwriting?My hands shook as I opened the envelope.Dear Jenna,I know this will come as a shock. I know you think I am dead. Your father told you I died in a car accident. He showed you a grave. Made you believe I was gone forever.He lied.I am alive. I have been alive all these years. Hiding. Running. Surviving.Your father did not kill me in a car accid

Six weeks into visiting my mother, something shifted.The anger faded. Replaced by curiosity. By genuine interest in who she was beyond "the mother who abandoned me."We were having coffee when I asked, "What was your life like? Before Dad? Before me? Who were you?"She smiled. "I was a teacher. Third grade. I loved it. Loved the kids. Loved seeing them learn and grow.""I did not know that. Dad never talked about your life before.""Your father did not like my teaching. Said it took attention away from him. Made me leave the job after we got married." She stirred her coffee. "That should have been my first warning. But I was young. Thought I loved him. Thought I could change him.""You cannot change people. They have to want to change.""Exactly. And your father never wanted to change. He wanted to control. To dominate. To own." She looked at me. "You married Colt. Is he different? Or is he like your father?""He was like Dad. For a while. Controlling. Possessive. Making decisions fo

My mother died on a Tuesday morning.The hospice nurse called at six AM. Said she passed peacefully in her sleep. No pain. No struggle. Just quiet surrender.I was not there. I had gone home the night before to sleep in my own bed. To hold my husband. To pretend for a few hours that everything was normal.And she died alone. Just like she lived for twenty-three years.The guilt was immediate. Crushing. All-consuming."You could not have known," Colt said, holding me while I cried. "You were there yesterday. You said goodbye. You told her you forgave her. That is what mattered.""But she died alone. After spending her entire life alone. I should have stayed. Should have been there.""She would not have wanted that. She would have wanted you resting. Taking care of yourself. Living your life instead of watching her die."He was probably right. But it did not make the guilt less heavy.We planned the funeral for Friday. Small. Private. Just family and close friends.I spent three days wr

"We need proof," Razor said. "Morrison's dying son writing Chen's name does not prove anything. It could be wrong. Could be a frame job. Could be anything.""Or it could be the truth. And we have been trusting a snake this whole time." I paced. "Think about it. Chen had access to our case files. Our witness lists. Our protection protocols. We shared everything with her thinking she was helping us. What if she was actually cataloging our vulnerabilities? Learning our weaknesses? Setting us up for this exact situation?""If that is true, we are completely exposed. She knows everything about our operation. Every witness. Every location. Every protection plan." Riley pulled up files. "She could be coordinating the kills right now while we scramble to respond.""We need to verify this. Without tipping her off. If Chen is really behind this, confronting her directly would be suicide." I turned to Mouse. "Can you hack her computer? Her phone? Get into her files without being detected?""Mayb

Chen was arrested that afternoon.Caught trying to flee the country. Multiple charges. Conspiracy to commit murder. Obstruction of justice. Corruption. The list went on.Morrison's investigation had been building for months. He suspected Chen. Needed proof. My announcement forced her hand. Made her expose herself.We were bait. But it worked.Chen was in custody. Her operation was dismantled. The witnesses were safe. For now.I sat in a hospital room. Being treated for minor injuries. Scrapes. Bruises. Nothing serious.But Riley and Hammer were in surgery. Critical condition. Touch and go.Colt arrived at six PM. Burst into my room. Pulled me into his arms. Held me like he would never let go."You are alive. Thank God you are alive.""Morrison saved us. If he had not shown up—""Do not think about that. Do not torture yourself with what ifs. You are here. You survived. That is all that matters.""Riley and Hammer might not survive. They got shot protecting me. Protecting this operatio