Chapter 6 - THE BETRAYAL OF THE INNER CIRCLEAdrian’s face turned an ugly, mottled shade of crimson. He looked as though he might stroke out right there on the polished marble floor.
"You..." Adrian pointed a trembling finger directly at my chest, his voice cracking with absolute disbelief. "You played me. You sat across from me at breakfast, you slept in my bed, you smiled at my mother's dinner parties... while you were building a dossier?"
"No, Adrian," I said, stepping closer to him, my voice dropping to a chilling, intimate whisper. "I built the dossier after you tried to have me silenced."
Adrian’s breath hitched. For a split second, the smug, untouchable mafia boss vanished, replaced by a terrified man realizing he had underestimated the wrong person.
"What are you talking about?" he muttered, his eyes darting around. "I never—"
"A week before the divorce, I found your encrypted server room," I cut him off smoothly, ensuring the hidden microphone on my lapel caught every single syllable. "And two days after I signed the papers, your head of security left a break-in note at my apartment—a silenced pistol on my kitchen island with a single bullet casing. You didn't just want me gone because I knew too much, Adrian. You signed my death warrant."
Valentina stared at Adrian in absolute horror, her hand dropping entirely from her stomach. "Adrian... is that true? You tried to kill your ex-wife?"
"Shut up, Valentina!" Adrian roared, losing his composure completely. He lunged toward me, his rage entirely overriding his survival instinct.
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He didn't make it two steps.
Marcus and two federal marshals intercepted him instantly, slamming him face-first onto the marble floor, his expensive tuxedo scraping against the stone. The cold steel cuffs snapped onto his wrists with a sharp, definitive click.
