Her dark eyes locked on his with an intensity that cut through the darkness.
She was not just hired help who cleaned his marble floors and polished his crystal.
She was the woman who had been invisible in his house for 3 years, moving through rooms like a ghost, listening to conversations that could topple governments, watching meetings that decided who lived and who disappeared.
Through the crack in the closet door, Vincent watched shadows move across his bedroom wall.
Multiple figures.
They moved with purpose, searching through his personal belongings with the confidence of people who believed they had all the time in the world.
One shadow paused near his nightstand.
Another moved toward his private safe, hidden behind the oil painting of his grandfather.
Elena’s grip tightened.
Her whisper was barely a breath.
“3 men.
Armed.
They’ve been here for 20 minutes, waiting for you to come home.”
Vincent’s mind raced through possibilities.
His security team should have detected any breach.
His surveillance system covered every angle of the property.
The fact that these intruders had bypassed everything meant only one thing.
Someone on the inside had given them the keys to his kingdom.
The bedroom door opened wider.
Footsteps approached the closet.
Elena pressed Vincent deeper into the shadows, her body shielding him as expensive fabric rustled around them.
Then a voice cut through the silence.
