“Sir, Your Wife Faked Her Death, I Know Where She is”…The poor girl told the billionaire and he…

Then she whispered, “I know who sent them.”

“Who?”

“I’ll tell you,” she said. “If we survive the next ten minutes.”

The knock on the door was hard. Professional.

“Open the door.”

No one moved.

The knock came again, heavier this time.

“We know you’re inside.”

Jude and Rebecca exchanged a glance in the dark.

There were no good options.

Then Rebecca remembered something.