Chapter 3 - THE SHADOW IN THE WINDOWThat night, Damian didn't return to his estate. He stayed in a local hotel, his mind spinning. Margot’s words had unlocked a door he had kept bolted shut for thirty years.
He pulled out his laptop and began digging. He hacked into his own father’s old digital archives—data that had been encrypted for decades.
His eyes widened as the files decrypted.
His father hadn't just been a business mogul; he had been a broker for an underground syndicate that traded in sensitive government logistics. And Margot had been the witness to the origin of that wealth.
Suddenly, Damian’s phone buzzed. A private, blocked number.
"Damian," a voice hissed. It was deep, modulated. "You’re digging in the wrong cemetery."
"Who is this?" Damian demanded, his heart hammering.
"Your father’s legacy is a chain around your neck. You think you’re a self-made billionaire? You were financed by blood money. And now, the debt is due."
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The line went dead.
Damian looked out the window. Across the street, a dark sedan with no lights was idling. They were watching him.
