The mistress arrived at the gala on my husband's arm, wearing my dress and my late grandmother's bracelet. Everyone called her "Mrs. Albright," while I woke up drugged at home. My son took the microphone in front of 300 guests and said, "Now you can support my father yourself." But they still had no idea about the 68-million-dollars file waiting to be opened.

I screamed in sheer terror and violently shoved my son out of the lethal path of the sniper's laser. A silenced bullet shattered the metal locker exactly where Luke had been standing a single second ago. Our loyal bodyguard immediately drew his weapon and returned fire into the crowded terminal. The booming sound of his gun caused mass hysteria among the hundreds of terrified innocent bystanders. People screamed and ran in every possible direction, giving us a perfectly chaotic cover to escape. We sprinted desperately toward the exit, dodging another deadly shot that shattered the glass doors ahead. My heart pounded aggressively against my ribs as we threw ourselves into the backseat of our vehicle. The bodyguard slammed his foot on the gas, tearing away from the curb and leaving the invisible assassin behind. I clutched the manila folder to my chest, realizing Christopher was orchestrating hits from inside a federal prison. He was desperate to destroy the only physical evidence that proved the baby was an artificial corporate pawn. Luke pulled out his laptop in the moving car and immediately hacked into the federal prison's security network. He bypassed the government firewalls to access the surveillance cameras pointing directly at Christopher's maximum security cell. We watched in absolute, freezing horror as the live video feed showed Christopher's cell was completely empty. My treacherous ex-husband was not sitting in a federal cage like the entire world falsely believed. Luke typed frantically, uncovering a terrifying classified transfer order signed by a corrupt federal judge. Christopher had been secretly moved to a private black site facility deep in the mountains three days ago. He was negotiating a massive deal with the government to surrender cartel secrets in exchange for full legal immunity. If the corrupt deal went through, he would walk free and legally claim my company through his biological grandchild. I ordered my driver to take us to the safehouse so we could plan our next desperate counterattack. Suddenly, our armored SUV was violently rammed from the side by a massive black military grade truck.