Chapter 3
A sharp, metallic click echoed from the top of the stone stairwell, followed by the slow sound of high heels tapping.
Emma’s instincts kicked in instantly; she grabbed Ethan’s hand and pulled him behind a stack of wooden crates in the corner.
“Stay absolutely quiet, Ethan, no matter what happens,” Emma whispered in his ear, pressing her finger to her lips.
The sound of expensive leather shoes descending the stairs grew louder, accompanied by the rustle of heavy satin fabric.
Isabella Sterling stepped into the concrete corridor, holding a sleek silver smartphone with its screen glowing brightly.
She was still wearing her flowing ivory wedding gown, looking effortlessly gorgeous and terrifyingly composed.
“Ethan, darling, it’s time for your evening medicine,” Isabella called out, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness.
She stepped through the open steel door, her sharp eyes scanning the empty concrete room with immediate suspicion.
Her gaze landed on the freshly shifted dust on the floor, where two sets of footprints were clearly visible.
Isabella’s pleasant expression melted away instantly, replaced by a cold, murderous glare that made Emma shiver.
“I know someone is down here,” Isabella said quietly, her voice dropping into a flat, dangerous monotone.
She reached into the pocket of her satin gown, pulling out a small syringe filled with a clear liquid.
Emma’s heart hammered against her chest as Isabella slowly turned toward the stack of wooden crates in the corner.
May you like
Every second felt like an eternity as the billionaire’s bride took a slow, deliberate step toward their hiding spot.
Just as Isabella reached out to push the top crate aside, a loud explosion of sound erupted from upstairs.
