Riley POV
The woman arrived without warning on a quiet Thursday afternoon.
I had been sitting on the living room floor with Sophie, helping her arrange tiny dresses on three dolls, while the twins argued over who had cheated during a card game. Martha was in the kitchen, James was outside speaking with a delivery driver, and Luca had gone to the racing facility for a meeting that was supposed to last until evening.
Everything felt normal.
Then the doorbell rang.
Nobody reacted at first because people came to the mansion all the time. Deliveries, team staff, tutors, cleaners, and people carrying folders that always looked too important to touch passed through the house almost every day.
A few moments later, the front door opened.
The sound of high heels crossed the marble floor.
Slo
