"You think you're the only one with secrets? I knew who you were the moment you applied for the job, Sienna. I brought you here because I wanted you to find me. I wanted to see if you had the courage to finish what I started."
He walked right up to the barrel of the gun, pressing it against his heart.
"If you pull that trigger, the manor is rigged to incinerate. We both die in the history of this house. If you don't, we take the money I've hidden in your name and we disappear. You get your revenge by taking my identity, and I get the only thing I've ever wanted: someone as broken as I am."
Outside, a storm broke, lightning illuminating the two of them—locked in a deadly embrace of love and vengeance.
Sienna's finger tightened on the trigger. A shot echoed through the hollow halls of Blackwood Manor.
The Epilogue
A week later, the news reported a massive fire at Blackwood Manor. No bodies were found. In a small villa in Tuscany, a woman sits by a pool. Her phone pings with a bank notification: a transfer of fifty million dollars from an anonymous source.
Behind her, a shadow falls over the table. A man places a hand on her shoulder. She doesn't flinch. She just smiles and says, "You're late for lunch, Adrian."