Chapter 8: Gold Bars and Ghost Shadows

Ethan gripped her wrists with oppressive strength, his knuckles white as he locked her in place to prevent any chance of escape.

The aching in Sharon’s wrists intensified by the second, and a familiar itch flared in her palms—she was dying to slap him again.

Chapter 9: Gold, Trash, and Midnight Rituals

When Sharon returned to her bedroom, Ethan was leaning back on the armchair, wearing noise-canceling headphones. One hand rested lazily on his knee, his fingers tapping out a slow, rhythmic beat. He was staring down at the floor, his face shadowed, a sub

Chapter 10: Midnight Snacks and Blood Stains

It was a chilling sight.

Sharon had only ever seen scenes like this in crime dramas, where police units scavenged through vast landfills in search of missing evidence or buried remains.

Yet seeing it in real life felt utterly surreal.

She didn't even