The crash hadn’t broken my body.

It had shown me the monsters living in my house.

Chapter 2 — The Midnight Revisions

Three days after the gala, Vanessa began the work of removing me from my own company.

She assumed I was confined upstairs, helpless under silk sheets and narcotics and her web of lies — that my world had shrunk to four walls.

She had no idea I’d spent two years quietly upgrading the estate’s security. Micro-cameras seated in the crown molding of the library. Microphones behind the antique globes in the study.

And a biometric elevator hidden behind a false bookshelf in my closet, running down to a soundproof room under the house.