Three other women. Same setup—zip-tied, broken but breathing. Wives of Miami's elite: tech execs, pharma giants, social royalty. Charlotte's world. My world.
The terror in that room was oxygen-thick. You could choke on it.
"They took my shares," Margaret blurted, desperation spilling out in jagged bursts. "Five percent of my holdings—they threatened, blackmailed me, hacked my accounts. And—Eros—they know about Charlotte. Her academic documentation. They'll release it if—"
"Margaret." I dropped to one knee beside her, steel in my voice even as my stomach knotted. "Charlotte is safe. Madison's got her. You focus on breathing. I'm getting all of you out."
My words were steady. My pulse was not.
Because whoever set this up hadn't just targeted Margaret. They'd come for me, Charlotte, everything.
And they wanted me to know it.
