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Chapter 104: The Incriminating Evidence
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The air felt heavy, thick with unsaid words, as I sat across from Sophia Harrington. We had agreed to meet in an exclusive members-only club, a place where the walls were padded with velvet, and secrets could flow freely, drowned in inexpensive wine. She chose a private booth at the back, the dim lights casting shadows over her sharp, elegant features.Sophia always carried herself with grace—a silk blouse tucked into tailored slacks, her pearl earrings gleaming in the low light. She looked as calm as ever, but there was a flicker of tension in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. "You came," she said softly, swirling her wine as if this were a casual conversation between friends.I leaned forward, my heart pounding but my voice sharp. “You betrayed me, Sophia.” There was no point in playing nice, not anymore. “How long have you been playing me? How deep are you in with Marcus and the others?” Her expression didn’t falter. Cool, composed. As if betrayal was a minor inconvenience, a misu
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The air between Sophia and me hung heavy with unspoken tension, thick enough to choke on. A storm was building inside me—a chaotic swirl of anger, distrust, and the smallest sliver of reluctant hope. Trusting the woman who had betrayed me wasn’t just a gamble; it was madness. But if what she said was true, there was no winning this battle alone. I needed someone who knew the enemy's playbook from the inside. Sophia leaned back in her chair, her sharp features bathed in the dim glow of the private club's chandelier. Cool and composed, as always. It was infuriating how she could sit there, utterly calm, while my entire life had been upended. But beneath that exterior, I caught the slightest tremor in her fingers as she traced the rim of her wine glass. It was the first crack in her mask.“I’m in,” I said, the words falling from my lips before I could overthink them. Sophia’s gaze snapped to mine, surprise flickering in her eyes. For the first time, she looked unsure. “You’re serious?
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The phone in my hand felt like a live wire. I stared at the message, my heart thundering in my chest. They had Sophia—and with her, every piece of leverage we’d gained. She had walked into their trap, and now it was only a matter of time before they broke her. If that happened, everything we had built would crumble. There was no way I was going to let that happen. I grabbed my coat, shoving the files and burner phone into my bag. My mind raced through every plan, every possibility. Sophia had risked everything by coming to my side. She might have betrayed me once, but she was my only ally now. And I was going to get her back.I had no choice but to move fast. A direct assault would be suicide—they’d expect that. I needed to catch them off-guard, disrupt their control just long enough to snatch Sophia back before they could disappear with her.My first call was to Oliver, an old friend I knew I could count on when things went south. We hadn’t spoken in years, but the moment I expla
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The world around me spun, the impact of the jump jarring my bones. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline surging through my veins, but as I turned to help Sophia up, I felt a sharp sting on my neck. What was happening? My vision blurred, and the ground rushed up to meet me again, this time more forcefully. The last thing I heard was Sophia’s frantic shout, “Emily!” before everything faded to black.When I finally regained consciousness, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and something else—fear. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent light, trying to piece together what had happened. My wrists were bound tightly to a chair, and I could barely move. The room was stark and cold, with bare concrete walls and a single table under the flickering light. A heavy door creaked open, and Marcus stepped in, flanked by two men in black suits. My heart dropped as I realized where I was: in the belly of the beast, the conspiracy’s lair.“Welcome back, Emily,” Marcus said, his voice
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The heavy door slammed shut behind Marcus, the echo reverberating in the cold room as adrenaline coursed through my veins. My mind raced, trying to absorb everything that had just happened. The woman’s revelation hung in the air like a beacon of hope, but I couldn’t dwell on it; I needed a plan. I had to escape.I leaned forward in my chair, testing the tightness of the ropes binding my wrists. If I could just shift a little… The chair creaked as I strained against the bonds, feeling the fibers begin to loosen. My heart pounded in time with the ticking clock on the wall, each tick a reminder that time was running out.Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. The moment of truth was here. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, readying myself for whatever came next. The door opened, and one of Marcus's henchmen stepped in, a sneer plastered across his face.“Well, well, look who we have here. Still think you’re tough?” he taunted, stepping closer. This was it.As he leaned down to
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Darkness enveloped me like a suffocating shroud, pulling me deeper into its abyss. But just as I thought I was lost, an insistent beeping tore through the silence, pulling me back to consciousness. My eyes fluttered open, the harsh fluorescent lights above piercing through my haze. Pain radiated from my shoulder, sharp and searing, reminding me of Marcus and his betrayal. I tried to sit up, but a heavyweight pinned me down.“Easy there, Emily,” a familiar voice murmured softly. I turned my head and found Oliver hovering beside me, his expression a mix of relief and concern. “You’re safe now.”“Safe?” I croaked, the word feeling foreign against my tongue. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. I was in a small, dimly lit room, the walls lined with crates and makeshift barricades. The faint sounds of chaos echoed outside—yelling, gunfire, and the unmistakable sound of destruction.“What happened?” I demanded, my heart racing. The adrenaline surged, urging me to push through the pa
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The darkness pressed down around us like a suffocating weight. The only light came from the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, casting eerie shadows across the room. My pulse hammered in my ears as Claire cursed under her breath and Ethan flicked his flashlight on, illuminating Lucas’s pale face. “They’ve locked us out,” Claire whispered. “The system’s down. They knew we were here.”“Of course they did.” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. It was their game—we were just pawns on a board they controlled from the start. Ethan stepped closer, his sharp blue eyes scanning the hallway beyond the door. “We need to move. Now.”“Wait,” I said, turning to Lucas. “Before we go any further, I need more answers. If I’m going to take down this leader, I need to know where to start.”Lucas swallowed, his gaze flickering to the darkened screens, frustration etched into every line on his face. He looked like a man who’d spent years trapped in the shadows, only to find himself running
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