Theodore's Pov
Dread seeped into my veins as I glanced at the chilling text notification on my phone: "Transfer Complete: $50,000,000 to Nathan Summers account." My office, once a fortress of power, now felt like a cage closing in on me.
I handed my credit card to Alina last week. I laughed at myself. The moment I started to trust another woman, she gave me a reason to not by stabbing me just like her. My mother's betrayal still haunted me, a wound I thought Alina could heal. Now, that wound was ripped open anew.
As I stared at the text, my fingers squeezed the device in my hands, and my mind raced. "How could this happen?" I questioned myself. The last vestiges of trust I had placed in Alina were crumbling. The images sent by an unknown number intensified my anguish. Each photo portra
