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I woke to the steady rhythm of Daniel’s heartbeat under my cheek. Morning light filtered weakly through the blacked-out curtains of the safe house. For a few precious seconds, everything felt almost peaceful—his arm heavy around my waist, our legs tangled, the faint scent of his skin grounding me.
Then I reached for my phone.
The news had exploded overnight.
“Victor Harrington Alive: Viktor Lang’s Double Life Exposed”
“Police Waiting at Private Clinic to Arrest Viktor Lang on Multiple Charges”
“Lang Group Assets Frozen as Poisoning and Sabotage Investigation Widens”
I sat up slowly, scrolling through article after article. Viktor’s face…both as the polished Viktor Lang and the younger Victor Harrington…was everywhere. Reports said he was still recovering but under 24-hour police
