Natalie sat in her penthouse. Laptop open. Bank account displayed. Thirty million dollars stared back at her.

She refreshed the page. Still there. Still real. Still not enough.

Robert would pay fifty million more. He had to. She had the photos. The videos. The proof.

He'd pay to protect Emma. To protect himself. To keep his reputation clean.

Natalie smiled. Bitter. Cold. Victorious.

A knock on the door. Loud. Violent. ...