Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Four
The heavy front door of our Manchester penthouse clicked shut, locking the cold, dark rain outside. For a long moment, the only sound in the hallway was our deep breathing. We just stood there, letting the silence settle over us. The big leather bags sat untouched by our feet on the polished floor. Down the hall, our little boy, Chase, was already tucked securely into his own bed, fast asleep under the care of our trusted nanny. For the first time in what felt like forever, we were completely alone. The suffocating danger of the Al-Mansour family was gone. The contract was signed. The old patriarch had stepped down, and the golden cage that had held us for so long was completely broken.
The next two weeks passed by like a beautiful, quiet dream. The pe
