The safest place in their world had become the most vulnerable.
Elena kept her hand firmly over her mouth.
His dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that pierced the darkness.
She was not simply a housekeeper who cleaned her marble floors and polished her glassware.
She was that woman who had remained invisible in her house for three years, moving through the rooms like a ghost, listening to conversations that could topple governments, observing meetings that decided who lived and who disappeared.
Through the crack in the closet door, Vincent watched the shadows moving on his bedroom wall.
Several figures
They moved forward with determination, rummaging through their personal belongings with the confidence of those who believe they have all the time in the world.
A shadow froze near her bedside table.
Another headed towards his private safe, hidden behind the oil portrait of his grandfather.
Elena tightened her embrace.
His murmur was barely a whisper.
“Three men.”
Armed
They’ve been here for 20 minutes, waiting for you.
Vincent quickly reviewed the different possibilities.
Your security team should have detected any failures.
Their surveillance system covered all angles of the property.
The fact that these intruders evaded all controls meant only one thing.
Someone from within had given them the keys to their kingdom.
The bedroom door opened wider.
We heard footsteps approaching the wardrobe.
Elena pushed Vincent even further into the shadows, her body protecting him as the precious fabric whispered around them.
