The Devil's Debt
she began, her voice low but carrying, “I hacked his financial accounts. Cleaned them, stripped them. By the time Marek got desperate enough to look for scraps, I’d already moved the gold. Every account. Every offshore vault. Gone.”
A ripple of unease passed across the room.
Ayla looked up, eyes glinting, her tone colder. “Marek doesn’t know it yet. But when he tries to steal what he thinks is Darius’s inheritance, he’ll find a corpse instead of treasure.”
Elias barked a laugh, leaning back in his chair. His voice was rough, amused, but the undertone carried respect. “So the bastard’s broke and doesn’t even know it? That’s poetic.”
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