Chapter 10 - The Ultimate TwistAs the flashbulbs went off around us and guests cheered, my phone vibrated softly in my pocket.

I glanced down at the screen. It was an encrypted notification from the federal maximum-security prison holding Preston and Margaret.
The message contained a single attached legal document and a short note from the prison warden: “Madam Chairwoman, an anonymous benefactor just attempted to wire ten million dollars into Preston Thornton’s commissary account to fund an escape plot.”
I raised an eyebrow, tapping the screen to open the tracking logs of the suspicious financial transfer. The system traced the IP address instantly, routing it through an offshore shell corporation in the Cayman Islands.
The name registered to the shell corporation wasn't a stranger.
It was Cynthia Sterling—the runaway bride.
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A slow, knowing smile touched my lips as I looked across the crowded ballroom toward Cynthia, who was standing by the champagne fountain, raising her glass to me with a chilling, perfectly calculated wink.
The game wasn't over yet. But this time, I wasn't just defending my daughter—I was ready for whatever came next.