At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…
“You think you’ve won, Jack?” Ysella hissed, her voice cutting through the wind. “You think I orchestrated all this funding, the mercenaries, the bribes to the police, on a ruined consultant’s budget? I’m just the overture, Jack. The real symphony hasn’t even begun.”
A cold shiver crawled down my spine, a premonition of a war continue reading …
