Ten million dollars.

My stomach sickened as the reality of his words settled over me.

My life was worth ten million dollars to them, but only if I died.

“Did Vanessa ensure the paperwork is clean?” Evelyn asked.

“She used the old medical records from before the divorce,” Marcus replied. “According to the system, Alessia is still my wife, and I am the sole beneficiary.”

I closed my eyes, a cold sweat breaking out across my forehead.

Vanessa Hale had falsified the legal dates, reversing our divorce on paper to make the policy valid.

They had planned this before they even brought me here.

“We need to move fast,” Evelyn said. “The police aren’t the problem, but Russo is.”

My heart gave a sudden, hard thud against my ribs at the mention of Dante’s name.

“He’s turning the docks upside down,” Marcus said, his voice rising in panic. “He knows she’s gone.”

“Then we finish this tonight,” Evelyn said coldly. “We stage the car crash on the old coastal road.”

“The rain will make it look like she lost control,” Marcus agreed. “The autopsy won’t show anything but water in her lungs if we do it right.”