The sky darkened quickly that afternoon, as if the heavens themselves knew a storm was brewing inside the estate. Catalina moved through the halls with quiet urgency, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her phone. The evidence she’d captured sat heavy in her pocket, like a secret too powerful to hold.

Every step echoed with the same thought: He has to know the truth.

She passed the staff who were setting up the meeting room silver trays, crystal glasses, folders perfectly aligned. Everything looked elegant, proper, controlled. Yet beneath the surface, chaos waited to erupt.

Frederick’s office door was slightly open. She could hear the low murmur of his...