Chapter 660
Chapter 660:
“He’s insane,” Liam whispered. “He’s a fugitive, and he’s getting engaged p>
“He’s desperate,” Skye corrected. “He needs her dowry to disappear. He thinks he’s safe behind the White family’s walls. He knows we were combing the industrial districts p>
She looked at Liam. “Get the car. We have a wedding to crash p>
The “White Estate” was less a home and more a fortress disguised as a Mediterranean villa. Perched on the waterfront of Lake Las Vegas, it was surrounded by twelve-foot walls, motion sensors, and armed guards patrolling the perimeter with dogs.
Inside, in the opulent dining room overlooking the man-made lake, Lucian Graves sat opposite Tiffany White. He looked impeccable in a borrowed tuxedo, though the strain around his eyes was visible if one looked closely. He swirled a glass of vintage red wine, his knuckles white.
Tiffany was a vision in hot pink taffeta, a dress that screamed “look at me” while whispering “I have no taste.” She was young, naive, and starved for the kind of old-money prestige Lucian projected.
“You look breathtaking, Tiffany,” Lucian lied, his voice a velvety purr. He reached across the table and took her hand. His skin was cold.
Tiffany giggled, a high-pitched sound that grated on Lucian’s frayed nerves. “Oh, Lucian… I still can’t believe it. Everything is happening so fast! Daddy was worried about the… rumors on the news p>
“Fake news, my darling,” Lucian said smoothly, his eyes boring into hers. “My enemies are jealous. They want to stop our union because they know that together, we will be unstoppable. That is why we must secure our future tonight p>
He signaled to the shadows. A figure stepped forward—not a waiter, but a man with a shaved head and a neck tattoo of a scorpion. It was Rook, a local mercenary Lucian had hired with the last of his emergency cash. He wore a tuxedo that strained against his bulky frame, and his eyes were hard and flat. He placed a document on the table.
“The investment,” Lucian said. “A show of faith for your father. Ten million dollars into the joint trust. It proves to the world that the White family stands with me p>
𝗥𝖾a𝖽 𝗈𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘺 𝘥e𝘃𝗂𝖼е 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾.со𝗺
“Ten million…” Tiffany bit her lip. “I have the access codes, but… shouldn’t we wait for the lawyer p>
“There is no time,” Lucian whispered, squeezing her hand. “If we wait, my enemies will freeze my assets again. Do you want to save me, Tiffany? Do you want to be my hero p>
Tiffany melted. The vanity won out. “Yes. I want to be your hero.” She reached for the pen.
Meanwhile, in the depths of the villa’s wine cellar, the air was cold and damp. Tessa lay on a cot, her hands zip-tied to the metal frame. She was pale, her breathing dangerously slow and rhythmic. An IV drip was rigged up next to her, feeding a clear liquid into her arm.
A guard stood by the door, scrolling on his phone.
Miles away, in a federal cell, Parker Hayes sat with his back to the wall, a contraband tablet hidden under his blanket. He was tapped into the White Estate’s security feed.
“I see her,” Parker whispered into his headset. “Cellar. Level B2. One guard. She’s out cold, Skye. He’s got her drugged to the gills p>
Skye’s voice crackled in his ear, fierce and immediate. “Is she alive p>
“Barely,” Parker replied. “Lucian is upstairs playing Prince Charming. He’s pushing for the transfer right now p>