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Chapter 4 - The Empty MansionIt was past midnight when Luke returned to the sprawling gated estate in Carmel that he shared with Brooke.

The house was completely dark, save for the amber glow of the security lamps along the manicured driveway. He had left Ava with a trusted family friend—an elderly neighbor who had known Grace before she vanished—promising to return before dawn.

Luke unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The foyer felt cold, devoid of any warmth. On the console table sat a crystal bowl filled with wedding favors—customized silver keychains engraved with Luke & Brooke: Forever.

He walked into the master study, flicking on the desk lamp.

Brooke’s computer, a high-end MacBook Pro, sat open on the mahogany surface. She had been in such a blind panic at the chapel that she had clearly forgotten to wipe her digital footprint or lock her files.

Luke sat down, his fingers hovering over the trackpad. He didn’t consider himself a hacker, but eight years in corporate logistics taught him how data flowed. Within ten minutes of digging through her cloud drives, he found what he was looking for: a dedicated folder labeled Project G.

Inside were emails, text transcripts, and audio recordings between Brooke and a private investigator she had hired eight months ago.

The messages laid out a chilling blueprint. Brooke had discovered that Grace was pregnant shortly after Luke and Grace had hit a rough patch in their marriage. Fearing that Luke would return to his wife if he ever found out about the child, Brooke had orchestrated a campaign of terror. She had hired thugs to intimidate Grace, cut off her access to joint accounts, and eventually had her abducted and locked away in an abandoned rural property three hours north of the city.

The police report he had seen earlier wasn't an accident; Brooke had used her family’s political connections to ensure the missing person case was buried under a mountain of bureaucratic red tape.

As Luke scrolled further, a fresh email notification popped up on the screen. It was an automated confirmation from an international flight booking service.

One-way first-class ticket: Chicago to Zurich. Passenger: Brooke Whitmore. Departure: Tomorrow at 6:00 AM.

She wasn't staying to fight. She was cutting her losses, grabbing her family’s offshore funds, and fleeing the country before the authorities caught up with her.

Luke leaned back in his chair, a cold, humorless smile touching his lips. She thought she could run. She thought her family’s money could buy her immunity.

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He picked up his phone, dialed a direct number, and waited for the heavy-set voice on the other end to answer.

“Marcus? It’s Luke Bennett. I need you to lock down every private airstrip and international terminal in a three-state radius. My ex-fiancée is trying to catch a flight to Europe, and I want her grounded.”

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