"At my daughter’s birthday, my sister smashed the cake into her face as a joke. My little girl fell backward, clutching her cheek and crying in pain. The next morning, my mother begged me not to report her. Then the ER doctor studied the X-ray, locked the door, and called 911.

I picked up the secure phone, expecting a standard check-in message from Captain Harris.

Instead, the screen displayed an urgent text message from Dr. Reeves.

The message read: "I am so sorry, Sarah, they threatened to murder my entire family if I didn't help them."

My brow furrowed in total confusion.

Before I could process what the doctor meant, the heavy bathroom door slammed shut.

I heard the distinct, metallic click of the deadbolt locking from the outside.

I dropped the phone and grabbed the brass door handle, but it refused to turn.

Suddenly, every single light inside the secure federal safehouse went completely black.

I screamed for the federal agents standing guard outside, but the house remained dead silent.

A cold breeze swept through the dark bathroom, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne.

I slowly backed away from the door until my spine hit the cold tile wall.

A tall, broad silhouette stepped out of the shadows of the large walk-in closet.

The man held a small, glowing flashlight under his chin, illuminating a face I thought I would never see again.

It was my biological father, the billionaire I was told had died twenty-five years ago.

“Which daughter is yours?” should have been a harmless question

The first wineglass shattered at 8:07 p.m

The moment the mafia boss’s wife called me “an illiterate servant,”

He held a loaded syringe in his right hand and smiled a terrifying, razor-sharp smile.

"Did you really think I would let a stupid little girl inherit my fortune that easily, Sarah?"

Chapter 10 - The False Victory