The world tilted on its axis. The cold rain, the smell of jet fuel, and the weight of the pistol against my temple all blurred into a surreal, suffocating nightmare. The man who had yanked me toward the Bentley was a stranger, a faceless mercenary, but the woman stepping out from the shadows of the backseat was someone I had seen from a distance at a dozen high-society functions.She was elegant, composed, and possessed a quiet, venomous beauty. I had never spoken to her, yet the way she looked at me, with a mix of cold detachment and burning resentment, told me she knew exactly who I was."You're Elena," she said, her voice smooth as glass, lacking the warmth of a genuine introduction. She didn't wait for a reply. "I'm Ivy. Though, I imagine you already know that.""I have no idea who you are," I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Why are you doing this?"Ivy sighed, a sound of genuine disappointment, as if she were dealing with a slow-witted child. She stepped closer, ign
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