The message came at exactly 2:13 a.m.
I almost ignored it.
Unknown number. No name. Just one line:
"Your match has been confirmed. Prepare to meet him."
I frowned, my sleep already fading.
Match?
My thumb hovered over delete… until I noticed the name attached to the file below.
Not mine.
My sister's.
A cold feeling settled in my chest.
She had been missing for three days.
No calls. No messages. Nothing.
And now this?
I opened the file.
A profile appeared.
Male. 32. Billionaire. CEO.
Name: Adrian Cole.
My breath caught.
I knew that name.
Everyone did.
But that wasn't why my hands started to shake.
It was because I had heard that name before—
The night my father died.
I dropped the phone onto the bed.
No.
This had to be a coincidence.
It had to be.
Another message came in.
"A car will arrive at 9 a.m. Do not be late."
My chest tightened.
This wasn't random.
This was planned.
And somehow… my sister was involved.
By morning, I stood in front of the mirror, wearing clothes that weren't mine.
I didn't look exactly like her.
But close enough.
Close enough to lie.
Close enough to step into something dangerous.
At exactly 9 a.m., a black car stopped outside.
No hesitation.
No second chances.
I picked up my sister's phone.
And walked out.
Because if Adrian Cole was connected to my father's death…
Then I was about to walk straight into the truth.