The underground tunnel shook violently as they ran.
Dust fell from the concrete ceiling. Emergency lights flickered weakly overhead, casting broken shadows across the narrow walls.
Behind them, gunfire still echoed.
The masked men had not stopped.
They were hunting.
Patiently.
Precisely.
And for the first time in a long time—
Emily felt something worse than fear.
Confusion.
Because of one sentence.
Your mother should have told you the truth.
It repeated in her mind like a curse.
What truth?
What had her mother hidden?
What did those people know that she didn't?
Alexander held her hand tightly as they moved through the tunnel, leading her forward while the security team covered their retreat.
Daniel was breathing like a man who regretted every decision that had led him here.
"I miss normal rich people," he muttered. "You know, the kind whose biggest problem is inheritance drama and yacht scandals."
