Chapter 3 - The Lethal Discovery
The cinematic realism of the suffocating, paralyzing tension gripped the center of the penthouse.
Dominic didn't scream. He didn't pull his weapon. His quietness was infinitely more terrifying. He reached his heavily tattooed hand down into the piano and pulled out a stack of glossy surveillance photographs.
They were high-definition pictures of his private security detail, the shift rotations of his armed guards, and the exact armored car route he used to drive Rose to her private preschool every morning.
But it was the printed document beneath the photos that made Dominic’s heart completely stop beating.
It was a highly detailed assassination schedule. In thick, aggressive red ink, the words "Final opportunity" were circled around tonight's date. The timeline explicitly listed a coordinated breach of the penthouse at exactly 11:00 PM.
Dominic slowly turned his head to look at the vintage grandfather clock in the corner of the room. It was 10:45 PM.
Serena wasn't just a corporate spy gathering blackmail. She was an active spotter for a heavily armed hit squad. She had been paid to disable the internal penthouse alarms from the inside tonight, effectively guaranteeing the slaughter of Dominic and his five-year-old daughter while they slept.
The profound, agonizing heartbreak in Dominic’s dark eyes instantly vanished, violently transforming into a cold, lethal, and utterly demonic fury.
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He slowly raised his head, his face an unreadable mask of absolute authority. He locked his piercing, deadly gaze directly onto the woman in the red dress.
👉 Dominic spoke a single word, signaling the absolute, permanent destruction of Serena's entire reality.
