The night at Pier 7 was cold, the fog rolling in from the water. Amaya's heels clicked softly against the worn planks as she approached the shadowed figure waiting for her.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
The man turned, revealing sharp features and eyes filled with resentment. "My name doesn't matter. What matters is—we share the same enemy."
He tossed a file at her feet. Inside were photographs: Adrian shaking hands with powerful men, signatures on contracts, backroom deals. But what made her blood freeze was the last photo—Adrian standing beside her father, smiling… before everything collapsed.
"He betrayed your family long before you knew," the stranger said coldly. "And he'll betray you, too."
Amaya's chest tightened. She already knew Adrian was guilty, but seeing proof shattered something inside her.
When she returned home, Adrian was waiting at the entrance, his gaze sharp. "Where were you?"
She lifted her chin. "Where you can't control me."
For the first time, Adrian's eyes darkened with fear instead of anger.