Chapter 18: The Invisible Strings The afternoon sun hung low over the Lagos skyline, casting long, orange shadows across the villa’s courtyard. Jade stood by the window of her bedroom, watching the three black SUVs idling at the gate. Caspian wasn’t just protecting her; he had turned the villa into a fortress. Every exit was covered. Every servant was an informant. And somewhere in the house, Caspian was watching the monitors, waiting for her to break. He thinks he knows me, Jade thought, her fingers brushing the rough leather of her mother's notebook, which was now tucked into the lining of her medical bag. He thinks I’m a laboratory bird that will sing if he gives me a bigger cage. She spent the next three hours in her private lab, making sure the security cameras saw her working. She moved vials, adjusted the microscope, and scribbled furiously in a decoy journal. She needed him to believe she was obsessed with the formula, too busy to notice the walls closing in. At 7:00 PM,
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