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Chapter 4 - Madison Found Her Father Alive in a Secret Safe House—But His First Warning Was Not to Trust Adrian, No Matter How Much She Loved Him

They found Michael Lane in Wisconsin.

Alive.

Older.

Gray.

But alive.

Madison stopped at the doorway.

For several seconds, neither moved.

Then he whispered:

“Madison.”

She ran.

He caught her.

She cried into his shoulder.

“You're alive.”

“Yes.”

“You let me think you were dead.”

“I had to.”

“For eighteen years?”

“Yes.”

“I hated you.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“Because if you hated me, you wouldn't come looking.”

She pulled away.

“You lied to me.”

“I protected you.”

“No.”

Her voice broke.

“You disappeared.”

“I left before they could use you.”

She pointed toward Adrian.

“They already did.”

Michael stared at him.

Then his face changed.

“Adrian Mercer.”

“Yes.”

“You brought him here?”

“I trust him.”

Michael shook his head.

“No.”

Madison's heart sank.

“Why?”

“Because you don't know what his family did.”

Adrian stepped forward.

“My father helped yours.”

“Before he betrayed him.”

Adrian frowned.

“What betrayal?”

Michael looked toward the window.

“Your father became afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of losing everything.”

Michael explained.

The original Blackwell network.

The hidden accounts.

The politicians.

The judges.

The companies.

They had built it together.

Then Adrian's father wanted out.

Michael wanted evidence.

Victor wanted control.

The three men split.

Victor killed the partnership.

Adrian's father disappeared.

Michael vanished.

Victor took the empire.

But one part remained.

A trust.

Controlled by Madison.

And protected by Adrian's family.

Madison stared.

“So why did you warn me not to trust him?”

Michael sighed.

“Because trust is dangerous.”

Adrian nodded.

“I agree.”

Michael looked at him.

“You're different from your father.”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

Adrian stepped forward.

“How?”

“Give her the choice.”

Adrian looked at Madison.

“I will.”

Michael smiled.

“She is not property.”

“I know.”

“She is not a weapon.”

“I know.”

“She does not belong to you.”

Adrian looked directly at Madison.

“She never will.”

Madison's heart tightened.

Later that night, she walked outside.

Adrian joined her.

“I won't ask you to stay.”

She stared.

“Why?”

“Because you're scared.”

“I am.”

“And angry.”

“Yes.”

“And you should be able to leave.”

She looked at him.

“What if I don't?”

“Then I'll be here.”

She smiled faintly.

“You're frustrating.”

“I know.”

“You make everything complicated.”

“I know.”

She stepped closer.

“Three words.”

“What?”

“The message.”

He smiled.

“Then come upstairs.”

She laughed.

“You knew I'd actually come?”

“No.”

“Then why send it?”

“Because you sounded lonely.”

She touched his hand.

“I was.”

“I know.”

They kissed.

Slowly.

Carefully.

No promises.

No pressure.

Just two people caught in a situation neither expected.

Then Michael called.

They returned inside.

He had found something.

A hidden recording.

Victor had been planning the entire operation.

But there was another name.

Someone inside Adrian's organization.

The traitor.

His chief of staff.

Samuel Grant.

Adrian's face hardened.

Impossible.

Samuel had been with him for fifteen years.

Michael handed him the file.

“He's been feeding Victor information.”

Madison stared.

“About me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Money.”

Adrian stood.

“He has access to everything.”

“Then he knows where the trust is.”

“No.”

Michael looked at him.

“He knows where the original trust documents are.”

“Where?”

Michael smiled sadly.

“In the Hawthorne Building.”

Madison's heart stopped.

Her home.

The place where she had accidentally texted Adrian.

The place where she had met him.

The place where Victor had wanted them.

The building had been chosen years before.

Adrian had not bought it because of her.

Victor had arranged everything.

And hidden the final evidence there.

They returned to Chicago.

The building was quiet.

Too quiet.

Madison felt it immediately.

Someone had entered her apartment.

The door was open.

Inside, everything was overturned.

A note lay on her table.

You should have stayed lonely.

Then the lights went out.

Adrian reached for her hand.

A gunshot echoed.

May you like

And the man standing in the doorway was Samuel.

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