The early morning light slipped through the heavy drapes of the villa, casting elongated shadows across the ornate marble floors. Elena sat at the grand oak table in the war room, her fingers tracing the edge of a faded photograph of her brother, taken long before the bloodshed. Her mind raced with the knowledge that betrayal was closer than she had dared to imagine.

The previous nights had shaken her foundation. She’d uncovered the traitor, but the damage had already begun. Messages leaked, operations compromised, and alliances strained to their breaking point. The fragile web of trust that bound them all was unraveling—and with it, the safety of everyone she...