The night dripped with stillness, a deceptive calm that hung in the air like a predator in wait. The Costa estate, normally a fortress of silence and shadows, now pulsed with a tension that even the walls seemed to tremble under. Somewhere beyond the gates and the vast stretch of manicured lawns, death approached in silence.
Unseen by the guards and security systems, a figure slipped through the cracks like a shadow given breath. Dressed in black from head to toe, with a face hidden behind a matte mask and movements honed by years of practice, the assassin moved with lethal intent. This wasn’t a random hit, it was personal. Whoever sent him wanted Valentina dead. And they wanted it done quietly.
Inside, Valentina tossed in her bed, unable to sleep. Ever since discovering Adrian’s darkest
