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The voice boomed through the high-ceilinged foyer, bouncing off the marble pillars like a physical blow. Down in the guest room, the air felt dense, smelling faintly of old paper, iron, and the sudden, electric snap of adrenaline. / Chapter 10 / 20

Chapter 10 - The Last KnockSix months after the trial, the mansion was peaceful. The grand marble floors gleamed under the afternoon sun, free of the ghosts of betrayal and greed.

I was sitting in my study, reviewing the final architectural blueprints for the new community center, when the front doorbell chimed. Not the violent, pounding battering ram of police boots from months ago, but a gentle, rhythmic chime.

I walked through the foyer and pulled the heavy oak door open.

Standing on the porch was a middle-aged woman in a simple gray coat, holding a small leatherbound ledger that looked impossibly old. Her eyes were sharp, carrying the exact same piercing intelligence I had grown to know so well.

"Can I help you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

The woman smiled warmly. "Good afternoon, Mr. Calloway. My name is Elena. I was sent by Dr. Rosa Martinez."

My heart skipped a beat. I stepped aside, holding the door wide open. "Please, come in. Rosa is in the kitchen."

As Elena stepped across the threshold, she glanced around the magnificent foyer before looking back at me with a knowing glint in her eye.

"Tell me, Mr. Calloway," Elena said softly, stepping onto the marble floor. "Are there any more secrets hiding in your guest room?"

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His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive scotch he’d consumed with Natalie. He looked around the pristine, designer-furnished foyer. The lights were on. The marble floors gleamed. But the house was dead silent—no sound of Claire dragging her swollen feet across the hardwood, no warm scent of tea or baking, no soft hum of the prenatal podcasts she listened to obsessively.

His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive...

$The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Two weeks had passed since Lena Moretti—formerly Lena Vance—walked out of Dante’s life, leaving behind an empire of glass, steel, and golden handcuffs. Now, sitting at a small laminate table with the ultrasound printouts clutched in her trembling hands, her life had completely fractured.$

The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket....

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voice.

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voic...

I laughed—a real, rich, unburdened laugh that echoed through the high ceilings of my restored home.

"Only one," I replied, gesturing toward the back hallway. "And she's currently making coffee."

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