PARTE 2
Todos los rostros se volvieron hacia mí. Camille fue la primera en hablar: «Vaya, qué oportuno». Adrian espetó: «Cállate». El guardaespaldas de Matteo deslizó mi teléfono por la mesa. No lo toqué. «Revisen el registro de transmisiones. Si ese mensaje salió de este dispositivo, me iré esposada. Si no, alguien ha clonado mi número». Victor Sloan se reclinó...
PART 2
Every face turned toward me. Camille spoke first. “Well, that’s convenient.” Adrian snapped, “Shut up.” Matteo’s guard slid my phone across the table. I didn’t touch it. “Check the transmission record. If that message originated from this device, I’ll leave in handcuffs. If it didn’t, someone cloned my number.” Victor Sloan leaned back. “Still talking like a lawyer.”...
PART 2 — THE THIRTY GUESTS WHO WEREN'T GUESTS
Thirty federal badges glittered beneath the ballroom chandeliers. Sergeant Briggs froze with his hand inside my jacket. “Nobody move!” he shouted, suddenly drawing his pistol. Elena screamed. Renee Dalton didn't flinch. “Sergeant, lower your weapon. You're surrounded by federal officers.” Briggs swung the gun toward her. Instantly, several agents drew their...
PART 2
His fingers touched the holster. I moved before he could draw. I caught Deputy Travis Cole’s wrist with both hands and drove it against the clerk’s desk. He slammed his shoulder into my chest, sending us into a stack of files. Emily screamed and ducked. “Gun!” I shouted. “He’s going for his weapon!” Cole drove an elbow into...
PART 2 — THE SECOND ADDRESS
“OFFICER, PUT THE TASER DOWN!” Jonathan shouted, keeping the folder raised. Carter's eyes darted between the document and my face. “You expect me to believe this guy owns a multimillion-dollar building?” “You don't have to believe anything,” Jonathan replied. “You have to verify the facts before escalating.” Evelyn pushed between them. “This is ridiculous!...
PARTE 2
Mason se abalanzó sobre mi bolso. Se lo lancé a la cara y oí cómo su radio chocaba contra la pared. —¡Viejo loco...! —. Me agarró por los hombros, pero la puerta de servicio estalló hacia adentro antes de que pudiera terminar la frase. Daniel irrumpió por ella, seguido por el guardia más joven. —¡Aléjate de ella! —....
PART 2
Mason lunged for my purse. I swung it into his face and heard his radio crack against the wall. “You crazy old—” He grabbed both my shoulders, but the service door exploded inward before he could finish. Daniel drove through it with the younger guard behind him. “Get away from her!” My grandson hit Mason at full speed....
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My name is Mave. I am thirty-four years old, and right now, hot, poisonous smoke is tearing through my windpipe while my entire empire burns down around me.
Less than ten minutes ago, I was sitting peacefully inside my private, steel-and-glass design studio—a sanctuary situated right behind my ten-million-dollar estate in our gated California suburb. That peace vanished the...
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I am Mave, thirty-four, founder and CEO of an elite event design firm, and right now, the suffocating heat of an open blaze is blistering the skin on my arms.
Just forty-eight hours ago, my ten-million-dollar private estate was a sanctuary. That ended over Sunday dinner when my younger sister, Fallon—the perpetual golden child our parents coddled into reckless...
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My lungs were on fire, thick black smoke blinding me as searing heat blistered the flesh of my arms. I collapsed against my drafting table, choking on fumes while orange flames devoured years of my life's work. Less than ten feet away stood my younger sister, Fallon, clutching an antique oil lantern like a weapon, her glazed eyes...
