“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

Somewhere below us, men shouted — not Julian’s men. These voices were sharper, uncontrolled.

A gunshot cracked through the house.

Milo shook against me.

I wrapped both arms around him and whispered into his hair. “Listen to me. You are going to breathe when I breathe. In. Out. That’s it. We only have to survive this minute. Then the next.”

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