Third person POV
The message glowed against the darkness of his study, only seven words, but they felt like a hand tightening around his throat…
Alexander Lim stared at it, motionless. The silence of the mansion seemed too still, as though the house itself were holding its breath. He didn’t remember when his fingers had gone numb around the phone, or how long he’d been standing there, staring at the text that had no number, no sender, no traceable origin.
He exhaled, shallow, controlled, the kind of breath that belongs to a man trying not to shatter.
For a moment, he thought of Sonia, her face pale in the foyer days ago, her trembling lips pressed together in defiance. The memory struck him harder than the message. Because whatever this was… whoever was behind it… the danger wasn’t jus
