Chapter 2 - The Billionaire’s WrathAdam Richardson didn't ask questions. He didn't demand proof. He recognized the tone, the urgency, and the name—a name he hadn't spoken aloud in seven years.
“Stay exactly where you are,” Adam said, his voice dropping into a register of cold, absolute command. “I have a private security team three minutes from your location. I am behind them. Do not move, do not let Rick see you. If he comes toward you, run into the lobby of the building next door and lock yourself in the stairwell.”
Madison didn't wait. She scrambled down from the crate, grabbed her mother’s hand, and pulled her toward the street side.
In the apartment above, a window shattered. Rick Donnelly had found the discarded phone. He was coming down.
