Chapter 3: The Basement Watcher
Daniel fled the altar, dragging the girl by the arm toward the estate's private study, screaming for security. But his own security team—men he had paid millions—didn't move. They watched. They knew who really signed their paychecks now.
The girl led him to the one place he never went: the basement of the estate, a massive, cold cavern beneath the foundation. He flicked the lights on, and his heart stopped.
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It wasn't a dungeon. It was a home. A meticulously maintained life, tucked away behind a fake wall, directly beneath the house he walked on every day. And there, sitting in a velvet chair, was Clara. She looked older, harder, and more dangerous than any ghost.
"You didn't bury the past, Daniel," she said, her voice like grinding stone. "You just built your future on top of a cage I was living in."
