Karis stared down at her lap, the memory unfolding like a heavy, suffocating shroud. She began to recount the exact moment her life had deviated into a meticulously constructed trap.
It had started on an ordinary evening on her way home from the clinic. A sleek, black luxury car had pulled up to the curb, and a uniformed driver had stepped out, politely but unyieldingly invited her to a meeting with the head of the Larry family. Terrified, her mind raced through every possible mistake she could have made to warrant an audience with such a notoriously strict and ruthless tycoon, but she quietly climbed into the back seat anyway.
