CHAPTER 3 THE MILLIONAIRE'S WIFE NEVER EXISTED.
The emergency lights flickered on.
Everyone inside the diner looked confused.
Only I knew those black SUVs weren't there by accident.
One by one, masked men stepped out.
Each carried military-grade rifles.
The waitress quietly leaned toward me.
"You need to leave."
I stared at her.
She pulled something from beneath her apron.
An FBI badge.
"My name isn't Rachel."
"It's Agent Monica Reed."
"I've been undercover for fourteen months."
Before I could answer—
The front windows exploded.
Glass showered across the floor.
People screamed.
The gunmen stormed inside.
"Nobody move!"
Monica grabbed Sophie while dragging me through the kitchen.
"We've been trying to find Alexander for years."
"You know where he is?"
"No."
"But you have something Camila wants more."
"The chip."
We escaped through the freezer entrance into an underground delivery tunnel.
As we ran, Monica finally told me the truth.
Camila Whitmore didn't inherit billions.
She created them.
By stealing identities.
Every wealthy spouse she married disappeared.
Every fortune legally transferred.
Every witness vanished.
She never divorced.
She erased people.
Alexander was only her latest victim.
Suddenly Monica stopped running.
Someone stood at the end of the tunnel.
Holding a pistol.
It wasn't one of Camila's men.
It was an elderly homeless man.
His beard was filthy.
His clothes smelled like garbage.
Yet Monica immediately raised both hands.
"Sir..."
"I didn't know you were alive."
The old man slowly smiled.
"You've been looking for me for years."
He pulled off his fake beard.
Underneath...
was the face of Senator Richard Whitmore—
Camila's own father.
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Who had supposedly died eight years earlier.
"I've been her prisoner too," he whispered.
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