Elara studied the digital file Adrian had flagged earlier. The folder was marked as Confidential—External Threat, and every line of text sent a shiver down her spine. Names, dates, and locations were listed with chilling precision. Every one of them linked to her family, some dating back decades.
“Where did this come from?” she asked, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Adrian stepped closer, his shadow falling over the screen. “We don’t know. But it’s not random. Someone wants you destabilized emotionally. Someone wants leverage over us both.”
She swallowed hard. “And my family… all these people… this isn’t just about money?”
“No,” Adrian said. “It’s about influence, power, and history. Your family is caught in a network that you barely understood existed.”
Her stomach tightened.
