The Stolen Daughter and the Dark Truth Behind a Billionaire Wedding
There was a silence on the other end of the line.
I could hear the faint sound of the wind outside her window.
“Are you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “You won.”
“I don’t believe you, Rowan,” she said. “You always have another plan.”
“Look at me,” I said, staring directly into the camera lens.
“I have no allies left,” I said. “Maren is gone. My company is in your hands.”
“You still have your pride,” she said.
“My pride didn’t save my marriage,” I said. “And it won’t save my daughter.”
I leaned my head against the cold steel wall of the elevator.
“I will sign the papers,” I said.
“The full transfer of the intelligence assets?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Everything.”
“And the custody waiver for the boys?” she asked.
“If that’s what it takes to stop this,” I said.
I closed my eyes, making my breathing sound heavy and shallow.
“Just let me see Clara,” I said. “Let me know she is safe.”
“She is safe,” Tessa said. “She is receiving the best care.”
“I need to see her,” I said. “Then I will sign.”