Chapter 2
Ethan Vance slid frantically across the polished marble floor, his navy blue tuxedo jacket tearing slightly as he dropped to his knees.
His face, usually carved from cool executive confidence, was twisted in a mask of absolute horror and desperate, agonizing panic.
"Chloe! Can you hear me? Stay with me, please!" Ethan cried out, his voice cracking with raw emotion as he cradled her head.
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Chloe lay motionless on the cold stone, her pale yellow maternity dress stained with a terrifying crimson trail from the impact.
Above them, the framed US flag on the upper landing wall hung motionless, bearing silent witness to the aristocratic savagery below.
