The black sedan peeled away from the Blackwood Mansion service exit, tires screeching against the gravel as Ramirez floored the accelerator. The vehicle lurched forward into the night, headlights cutting through the darkness like knives. In the back seat, Isabel Chen held both children tightly one arm around Elias, the other gripping Hope’s wrist with iron strength. The sounds of chaos from the mansion faded behind them: screams, shattering glass, running footsteps, and Adrian’s desperate roar echoing into the night.Isabel’s heart pounded with a wild mix of triumph and adrenaline. She had done it. In the middle of Adrian’s grand spectacle, she had taken what mattered most. Elias her son in every way that counted. And Hope the perfect weapon, the final piece of revenge against the woman who had stolen everything from her.“Drive faster,” Isabel hissed at Ramirez, her voice sharp as a blade. “They’ll be after us in seconds. Take the back roads. The ones we mapped.”Ramirez’s hands wer
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