Chapter 9

The interior of Marcus Sterling’s chauffeured Maybach smelled of expensive leather and bespoke cedar cologne. It was a scent that commanded respect, designed to intimidate. Yet, as Thomas Vance slid into the back seat, tracking damp street grime onto the pristine floor mats, the atmospher

Chapter 10

The morning sun reflected brilliantly off the hood of the armored black Lincoln Navigator as it wound its way down from Julian’s estate toward the bustling heart of the city. Inside the quiet cabin, Clara Vance felt a strange, buoyant sense of clarity.

Cutting her father out of her lif

Chapter 11

Clara's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that threatened to crack her chest wide open. The cold steel of the hammer hovered above her, a brutal guillotine waiting to sever not her head, but her soul. Her hands were her livelihood. Her identity.

Marcus's grip on her wri