Luca
The message changed the atmosphere inside the mansion immediately.
The security photographs did not come from the press. Someone inside the mansion sold them. Check the night staff.
Then the second message arrived.
The person still works close to your family.
I read both lines twice.
Riley stood beside me, watching my face.
Richard and Victoria remained several feet away. Neither asked what had happened because the answer was already visible in the way my body had tightened.
Someone inside the mansion.
Someone who had walked through our halls.
Someone who had watched my children sleep beneath this roof.
My anger arrived so quickly that the pain in my ribs disappeared beneath it.
“James.”
Riley caught my wrist.
“Luca.”
I looked toward her.
“We need security.”
“Yes.”
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