The rain fell harder now, like the sky was trying to drown the world.
Amara ran through the east wing’s glass corridor, her reflection flickering with every flash of lightning. Alarms wailed somewhere in the mansion — shrill, metallic screams that made the marble floors tremble beneath her feet.
Behind her, voices shouted.
Boots thundered.
Celeste’s men had arrived.
She clutched the flash drive tighter, heart pounding as she reached the service stairs. She’d grown up believing she was ordinary — a nurse, a woman trying to heal others. Now she was running through a billionaire’s fortress with a weapon hidden in code that could destroy dynasties.
The only thing louder than her footsteps was Veronica’s voice in her mind.
“The key lies in the last six digits of your medical ID… because
