"Make sure it’s done tonight. No trace.”

Selena’s voice was cold as she handed an envelope thick with cash to a man in a leather jacket. Standing on the balcony of her luxury hotel suite, her face remained composed—masking the seething revenge in her heart.

“Make Evelyn understand that happiness never lasts for someone like her.”

---

Night crept over the Tokyo skyline as a hooded figure slinked through the narrow alley behind Evelyn’s Diamond Gallery. In his hands were two gasoline bottles, and with practiced fingers, he unlocked the back door using a duplicated key.

Silent as a shadow, he spread gasoline along the wooden walls and over the...