Dominic’s POV

The truth was never meant to be clean. It’s a weapon, useful only if you’re willing to cut with it. I’ve been sharpening mine for weeks.

Stanley has built his empire on deception, ghost subsidiaries, off-ledger transfers, neural research hidden under humanitarian grants. But the rot started long before Elia. It started with money. So I decide to dig where it hurts most.

By dawn, I’m in my safehouse. The room is dark except for the blue glow of my screens. The deeper I ...