The cold night wind swept across the stone courtyard of Vane Manor, carrying the scent of pine and ocean salt. Clara stood under the pale moonlight, holding the worn leather wallet in her hands. The sleek electronic keycard inside gleamed under the courtyard lights like a ticket to the end of the nightmare.

Everything finally made crystal sense. Marcus was the true monster pulling all the strings from the shadows. He was the one who had engineered her mother's tragic death five years ago, manipulated weak Victor into doing his dirty work, and tried to steal the Vance fortune through lies and forged documents. He thought he was untouchable, hiding...