The maintenance door explodes inward with a rush of pressurized water. My grip on Alex loosens as the current tears us apart. Through the chaos, I glimpse dark-suited figures behind the door—not rescue divers. Geneva’s private security team.
“Take them all,” her voice commands, clearer now. “And, darling, do be careful with my son. He may be a disappointment, but he’s still worth billions.”
Strong hands grab my arms. I fight against them, but the lack of oxygen has weakened me. Through my fading vision, I see Alex struggling against two guards, fully conscious now and fighting back. His exquisite suit is torn, but his eyes burn with fury as they pull him away. Our gazes lock one final time before a guard strikes him across the temple. He goes limp in their arms, but I can still see h
