Chapter 4 - THE BLOOD RESULT
At 3:00 AM, the encrypted tablet on Alexander’s desk lit up. A single PDF document. He opened it, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Probability of Match: 99.99%. It was her. His wife, Elena. Alexander gripped the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. The implications were catastrophic. The accident wasn't an accident. The body they buried was a decoy. Someone within his inner circle, someone with unimaginable wealth and access, had orchestrated the ultimate betrayal. He stormed down the hallway, bypassing his own security detail, and threw open the door to the guest suite. Elena jerked awake, instinctively pulling Liam closer. Alexander dropped to his knees before them, the ruthless billionaire facade shattering completely. Tears tracked down his hardened face. "Elena," he choked out, the name tasting like salvation and poison all at once. "It's you." Elena looked at him, the fog in her mind clearing just enough to see the man she once loved. "I tried to come back, Alex," she whispered, her voice breaking. "But they told me if I ever approached you, they would kill Liam." Alexander’s blood ran ice cold. "Who?" he demanded, his voice a lethal whisper. "Who told you that?" Before she could answer, a shadow moved across the threshold of the open doorway. Vanessa stood there, her face an unreadable mask, a silenced pistol gripped loosely in her hand.
