Amy Stone
The air turns tense as the sound of heavy footsteps fills the hall. More men in dark suits stride in, their presence commanding. For a brief moment, Melissa’s smirk fades. One of them—tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing an emblem I recognize—steps forward.
“Enough,” he says firmly, his voice echoing through the grand hall. “Release her. Now.”
The guards hesitate, glancing between Melissa and him.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Melissa snaps.
The man turns cold eyes on her. “To someone who’s been playing a dangerous game. We’ve confirmed it—Amy Stone is the true heiress. The Blake family had no surviving relatives.”
My breath catches, but I don’t react. I just watch Melissa carefully, knowing she won’t crumble easily.
Melissa laughs, slow and sharp. “Oh, you think yo
