Days slipped by, and before I knew it, a month had flown.
When I encountered Mark and the twins at Stone's ancestral home again, surprise rippled through me.
I had shelled out a hefty sum to orchestrate a staged death, and the agency had a sterling track record.
How Mark managed to find me was beyond my grasp.
Reading my bewilderment, Mark, ever perceptive, jumped in, addressing the question lingering in my eyes. "I dug through financial trails and uncovered the fake death service you used. That's how your plan unraveled."
I remained mute, offering only a nod.
Clearly, my oversight had been my downfall.
Then on second thought, it dawned on me that the Wood family's vast network and reach would eventually see through my deception.
Seeing my reluctance to respond, Mark swallowed the
