Chapter 10 - The Unfinished Business
I stood on the balcony of my new, breathtaking penthouse, watching the city lights sparkle against the night sky.
Vincent had kept every single one of his promises to us.
He paid for Mia to attend the most exclusive private preschool in the state.
He treated me not as a maid, but as a respected partner in his newly legitimate real estate empire.
More importantly, the cold, terrifying mafia boss had softened into a deeply protective father figure for my daughter.
Tonight, Vincent was reading Mia a bedtime story in the living room while I unpacked the last of our old boxes.
I had never felt so secure, so wealthy, and so incredibly happy in my entire life.
I pulled my old, worn-out work purse from the bottom of a cardboard moving box to throw it away.
As I tossed it into the trash bag, the interior lining ripped, revealing a hidden zipper compartment I had never seen before.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached inside, pulling out a cheap, prepaid burner phone.
The screen suddenly lit up, vibrating aggressively in the palm of my hand.
I opened the single unread text message and felt the blood freeze entirely in my veins.
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The message contained a live security camera photo of Mia sleeping in her new bedroom right now.
Beneath the photo was a text that read, "You honestly thought I died in that car crash, didn't you, Clara?"
