For several seconds, Clara couldn't breathe.
The words echoed inside her head.
**Someone from inside the Villareal family.**
Not a stranger.
Not some unknown enemy hiding beyond the gates.
Someone who had access to the mansion.
Someone who knew the security system.
Someone who knew about the baby.
Someone who wanted her dead.
Clara's fingers tightened around Alexander's shirt.
"Who?" she whispered.
Alexander ended the call.
"We don't know yet."
"But they said someone from your family."
"I know."
"Alexander..."
He looked at her.
The fear in her eyes nearly broke him.
He had seen Clara angry.
He had seen her stubborn.
He had seen her cry.
But this was different.
She looked genuinely terrified.
Alexander stepped closer and gently took her face in his hands.
"Listen to
