My six-year-old twin boys screamed in panic while police officers placed handcuffs on their nanny. “She st0le from this family,” my wife smirked coldly as the officers pulled the sobbing woman toward the front door. My sons were terrified—but not because of the police. Later that evening, after the mansion finally fell silent, I made them hot chocolate hoping to calm them down. But in the middle of the night, one of my twins grabbed my sleeve with shaking hands and whispered something that completely destroyed everything I believed about my life...

Inside the van, we watched and listened as Victoria and Marcus finalized their plot.

"The flight is booked for 6:00 AM," Marcus said, laying out a stack of forged passports on my dining room table. "We grab the boys at 4:00. The wire transfer hits the Zurich account at midnight. By the time Sterling lands in Chicago, he'll be a broke, single man."

"What about the police investigation with the nanny?" Victoria asked, pacing the room.

Marcus scoffed. "Who cares? Let her rot in jail for stealing your watches. It's the perfect distraction. Sterling will be so busy dealing with the fallout of his reputation that he won't even realize we're gone until we're in European airspace."

Agent Harris typed furiously on his keyboard. "We have them on federal conspiracy, wire fraud, attempted kidnapping, and filing a false police report. Mr. Sterling, give the word."