THE BILLIONAIRE LAST WITNESS

Chapter 1 It rained heavily on the glass walls of the penthouse, turning the city lights into smeared ribbons of gold. Silver Evans pressed her palm to the window watching the storm eat the skyline. She wasn't supposed to be there. Not after the incident that happened. Not after Matt Vance's death. But some ghosts don’t rest just because they are buried. Her phone was on the marble counter. A single message blinked on the screen: “Meet me at suit 20. Midnight. Come alone. — k”. Kelvin Kane. Matt's former head of affairs. The one man who has not spoken since the night of the incident. Silver put on her coat, her heart scorching. It has been twelve months since Matt—the billionaire who built an empire from shadows and silicon—was declared dead. Twelve months since she watched his private jet vanish in a fireball over Alabama. The message changed everything. If Kelvin were reaching out now, it would mean one thing. Death wasn’t the end. It was the beginning. She took her umbrella and went into the storm. The elevator ride down felt like the worst timing, each floor was a countdown she didn’t stop. By the time she got to the street, the rain had turned into a flood. At suit 20, the wind was like an animal—cargo containers packed in the darkness, rusted giants against the sea’s roar. Kelvin stood at the entrance, hooded shoulders under the rain. When he turned, lightning struck his face into hard lines—older than she remembered. “You actually came,” he said, his voice deep but shaky. You called me, she replied. He studied her for a long second. “Matt is alive.” The words are harder than a storm. That’s not true, I know what I saw. “You saw what they wanted you to see,” Kelvin cut in. “The crash was planned. He had been working on something before he vanished. Something very important to him. And he knew that someone didn’t want it to be seen”. “Who?” Kelvin's eyes turned to the shadows. “The people he believed the most.” A noise broke the silence—a distant crash, a footstep. Kelvin's expression was stoic. We’re not isolated. Before she could turn, a gunshot fissured through the rain. Kelvin dragged her down behind a crate as a bullet splintered the air above. “Run!” he roared.” But Silver froze as a voice resounded through the storm—cold, known, and full of command. “You made a mistake to come back, Ms. Evans.” It was Marcus Hale—Matt's lawyer. The man who had revealed Matt's death. And he was gripping a g*n tightly.