The penthouse hallway erupted into chaos as armed men from the European consortium stormed the lower floors. Gunfire echoed up the stairwells like thunder. Dante grabbed Aria’s arm, pulling her toward the secure panic room with urgent strength. “Move!” he roared, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. “They’re coming for you specifically.”
Aria stumbled beside him, her mind reeling from the latest message on her phone: “Ask Dante about Project Pawn. He created it the night he took you. You were never meant to survive this long.” The words burned like acid in her chest. Sofia’s warnings, her mother’s dying words, the damning photos and recordings — everything pointed to the man she loved having orchestrated her pain from the very beginning.
As they reached the reinforced door o
