LOGINThe voices drifting through the ventilation grate were calm and businesslike, and I realized the man who had protected us for months had been planning to sell my child from the very beginning.
I had been walking the long concrete corridors of the underground bunker late at night, unable to sleep as the baby grew heavier and the final days of pregnancy pressed on me. The isolation had become a living thing, wrapping around my thoughts until I needed to move just to feel like I was still
The knock on the safehouse door came at 2:17 a.m. and I knew Julian had found me before I even checked the camera.I grabbed the gun from the nightstand and moved quietly to the monitor. Maya slept in the next room under the watch of two guards. The Paris safehouse was supposed to be off the grid. Thick walls. No windows on the lower floors. Yet here he was. Julian De Witt stood outside in a dark coat rain dripping from his shoulders. He looked straight into the camera like he knew I was watching.I pressed the intercom button. “What do you want Julian? You have no business here.”His voice came back smooth and calm. “Open the door Ava. We need to talk. Alone. Your daughter is safe for now. I give you my word.”I laughed short and bitter. “Your word means nothing. Leave before I call the guards.”He did not move. “If I wanted to take her I would have done it already. This is about choices. Ope
The dock lights cut through the fog like knives and I knew Julian’s men would kill me on sight if they spotted me first.I crouched behind a stack of shipping containers my back against cold metal. The Rotterdam docks smelled of salt and diesel. Rain mixed with the river water under my boots. I had left Ava in the safehouse in Paris with strict orders to stay put. She had fought me on it but I needed her safe with Maya. This job was mine alone. The container Julian wanted sat under a single spotlight fifty yards away. Guards walked slow circles around it. I checked my watch. Three minutes until the next shift change. Time to move.A low voice crackled in my earpiece. “Damien you there? I have eyes on two more guards at the east gate. You sure about this?”I whispered back keeping my head down. “I am sure. Just keep the boat ready. If this goes bad I need a fast exit.”The voice belonged to an old contact from my
The flashlight beam caught the skull wall just as the first gunshot echoed through the narrow tunnel and I knew we had walked straight into Julian’s trap.I grabbed Charlotte’s arm and pulled her behind a pile of bones as Damien fired back. The air smelled of dust and old death. The Paris Catacombs stretched around us like a maze of the dead. We had come here to meet Charlotte in secret thinking the underground tunnels would keep us hidden from Julian’s men. Instead they had followed us down. The mercenary team moved fast their boots scraping on the stone floor.“Stay low,” Damien shouted over the noise. “They want us alive. Do not give them a clear shot.”Charlotte pressed against the wall her voice shaking. “I told you this was a bad idea. I should have stayed in my studio. Who are these people?”I crouched beside her keeping my body between her and the gunfire. “Julian De Witt&rs
Charlotte slammed her paintbrush down on the table and stared at me like I was the problem she never asked for.I stood in the middle of her small studio in Montmartre with rain still dripping from my coat. The place smelled of turpentine and fresh coffee. Canvases leaned against every wall showing city streets and faces full of life. Charlotte wiped her hands on an old rag her dark hair tied back loose. She looked nothing like the polished people from Victor’s world. She looked real. Tired. Like someone who had already decided the Langford name meant trouble.“You really came all this way,” she said crossing her arms. “After everything you told me last night. Sit down before you drip water all over my floor.”I pulled out a wooden chair and sat. The rain tapped against the window making the small room feel even smaller. “I had to. Julian De Witt is moving fast. He showed us the contract. He thinks he can use you
The rain came down in sheets over Montmartre and I knew we were chasing more than just a name.I pulled my coat tighter around me as Damien and I hurried down the narrow cobblestone street. Water soaked through my shoes but I kept moving. Paris at night felt alive and dangerous all at once with the fog rolling in thick and the lights from little cafes cutting through the mist. We had landed only hours ago and already we were on the hunt for Charlotte Vance. The artist who might be Victor’s secret daughter. The half sister we never knew existed.Damien kept close his shoulder brushing mine. “The gallery owner said she works late most nights. This should be the place. You ready for this?”I nodded gripping his arm. “Ready as I will ever be. What do we even say to her? Hey your dad was a monster who hid you from the world and now his old business partners want to use you like a chess piece?”He let out a short laug
The private jet engines roared to life and I gripped Damien’s hand so tight my knuckles turned white knowing we were leaving our baby girl behind in a city full of enemies.I sat across from Damien in the leather seats of the jet our knees almost touching in the small cabin. The city lights of New York faded below us as we climbed into the night sky. Maya was safe back in the penthouse with layers of security we trusted with our lives but every mile we flew away from her felt like a knife in my chest. I had kissed her sleeping face a hundred times before we left whispering promises I hoped I could keep. Now the plane carried us toward Paris and the truth about Victor’s secret daughter. We had to find her before Julian used her to tear everything apart.Damien leaned forward his eyes locked on mine. “You okay love? We can still turn back if this feels wrong.”I shook my head swallowing the lump in my throat. “No. We hav
Victor was coming home early and I was still covered in his son’s marks.My eyes flew open. Damien’s strong arm lay heavy across my waist. The master bedroom smelled like sex and his skin. The sheets were twisted around our naked bodies. I felt sore in places I should not. Shame washed over me like
Victor’s announcement made my heart race with fear and excitement at the same time.“I am leaving for London tonight for three days,” Victor said during breakfast. “Important meetings. Behave yourself while I am gone, Ava.”“Yes, Victor,” I replied quietly, keeping my eyes down.The moment his priv
Damien’s words from last night still burned in my ears.I barely slept. When morning came, I forced myself to get dressed in a simple white blouse and black skirt. My hands shook as I looked in the mirror. I felt dirty knowing Victor could come to me at any moment. I sold my body to a man old enoug
I signed my life away with a shaking hand.The pen felt heavy as I wrote my name on the marriage contract. At twentytwo years old, I had just become Mrs. Victor Langford. I was now the wife of a fifty eight years old billionaire. The thought made my stomach twist with deep regret. I should not have







