Emily was suffocated in her car as she looked at the note in her hand. The words "Olivia knows everything" were written in stark, cold ink. She was short of breath. Her every instinct shouted at her to return to the mansion, to confront Roman, to confront everyone. The rain, however, relentlessly pounded her windshield, serving as a continual reminder that the recent events, including this new revelation, were merely the beginning of the storm that lay ahead.
She couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious figure at the docks who had handed her the folder. She was so close to finding out the truth—so close to figuring out who was behind the whole ordeal. But now she had more questions than answers.
As Emily raced through the deserted streets, her mind racing, the rain grew heavier. Som
