Chapter 89: The Endgame Revealed

The air in the cabin felt heavy, and suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. Dominic’s words echoed in my head, twisting my thoughts into knots. The traitor was among us. Someone close had fed him everything—our plans, our location, our vulnerabilities. But who?

I stood in the center of the room, fists clenched, trying to keep my mind clear. This was no longer just a battle for survival; it was a war for everything I had ever built—my life, my family, and my company. Dominic wasn’t just after me. He wanted my entire legacy to crumble beneath him.

Oliver paced near the fireplace, tension rolling off him like waves. Ava sat on the couch, holding Mikey close, her fingers running through his hair in an absentminded, protective gesture. Every creak of the cabin’s wooden floor made my pulse spike as if Dominic’s shadow was still lingering, waiting to strike.

“Emily,” Oliver said, breaking the silence, his voice low and urgent. “We need to figure out what his next move is. If