Chapter 4 - The Midnight Flight
I dropped the heavy brass candlestick and ran frantically upstairs to wake my deeply sleeping daughters.
There was absolutely no time to pack our suitcases or gather any of our brand new belongings.
Julian was already pacing at the bottom of the grand staircase with a running, armored vehicle waiting outside.
We rushed blindly out into the cool, dark Italian night, the loose gravel crunching loudly beneath our rapid footsteps.
As Julian threw the heavy armored car into gear, the blinding headlights of three black SUVs suddenly appeared at the main gate.
The armed mercenaries had arrived much faster than either of us had reasonably anticipated.
Julian aggressively accelerated the powerful car, steering us skillfully through a incredibly narrow, hidden maintenance road winding through the dense vineyards.
Maya cried very softly in the dark backseat, tightly clutching her older sister's trembling hand.
I firmly promised them that everything would be alright, even though my own heart was pounding with sheer, unadulterated terror.
We miraculously escaped the massive estate and sped recklessly toward a private, unlisted helipad hidden high in the dark mountains.
Julian quickly explained that Mark was absolutely desperate because his construction company was officially facing a massive public bankruptcy.
He desperately needed the girls as physical leverage to legally force me into returning the penthouse and my hidden trust funds.
We boarded the waiting, sleek black helicopter, the incredibly loud rotors easily drowning out the terrifying sound of the pursuing vehicles.
As we lifted off violently into the pitch-black sky, I looked down and saw the armed mercenaries aggressively swarming my beautiful villa.
Julian calmly handed me a highly secure military tablet device with a newly decrypted intelligence file glowing on the screen.
He told me that his elite intelligence team had just uncovered the shocking truth about Chloe's real identity.
I read the highly classified document and gasped loudly in absolute, unfiltered shock.
Chloe was actually not a professional logistics consultant at all.
She was a highly notorious international con artist currently wanted in three different countries for massive corporate embezzlement.
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The unborn baby she was currently carrying absolutely did not belong to my ex-husband.
The classified DNA profiling revealed that the unborn child actually belonged to the lead mercenary who was currently hunting us down.
