I opened the conversation.
Naomi: “You promised me she wouldn’t survive the honeymoon.”
Lucas: “Relax. You’re next after the money clears.”
My stomach turned.
There were dozens of women.
People & Society
Names.
Photographs.
Bank balances.
Property records.
Marriage certificates.
Death certificates.
They weren’t just planning to kill me.
They had done this before.
I quickly transferred everything to the encrypted server connected to my emergency device.
Then I heard footsteps.
I froze.
The door handle moved.
I slipped the phone beneath the mattress and climbed into bed.
