CHAPTER 3: THE PRICE OF KINDNESS
The next morning, Emma woke up believing the previous night had been a strange dream.
Then the hospital called.
Her father had been moved into a private recovery suite.
All expenses paid.
Anonymous donor.
Hours later, her sister called crying.
A scholarship had suddenly covered the remainder of her university education.
Anonymous donor.
By evening, a luxury black car waited outside Emma's apartment.
She refused to get in.
The driver handed her an envelope.
Inside was a single handwritten note.
"Debts should always be repaid.
— V.M."
Emma stared at the initials.
A chill ran down her spine.
Meanwhile, across the city, Vincent stood inside his penthouse office overlooking the skyline.
His chief security officer approached carefully.
"Sir, we've completed the background investigation."
Vincent looked up.
"And?"
"She's exactly who she appears to be."
That answer was rare.
Very rare.
Most people wanted something.
Money.
Power.
Influence.
Emma Carter wanted none of it.
The security officer hesitated.
"There is one problem."
Vincent's eyes narrowed.
"What problem?"
The officer slid a file across the desk.
Several photographs spilled out.
Images of Emma.
Taken only hours earlier.
Someone was already watching her.
Someone had noticed Vincent's interest.
And in Vincent Moretti's world, that usually meant only one thing.
A war was coming.
Six months later, standing on the rooftop of a burning skyscraper, Emma would finally understand the truth.
Stopping that slap had never been a mistake.
It had been destiny.
Because the moment she grabbed Victoria Langford's wrist, she unknowingly stepped into a battle between powerful families, buried secrets, and enemies who would kill for revenge.
And at the center of it all stood one man.
Vincent Moretti.
The man who never forgot a debt.
The man who never forgave a betrayal.
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The man who would eventually risk everything for her.
THE END
