A frightened nurse admitted Eva's embryo transfer file had been switched with a billionaire's sealed sample.
Eva Lane had no time to absorb the betrayal. At the private maternity floor of Sterling Medical, every witness turned toward her, waiting for tears, surrender, or an apology. She gave them none. Whoever had arranged this expected her to freeze long enough for the trap to close. Instead, she seized the first piece of evidence and headed for the only exit still open.
Marcus Sterling blocked it.
He arrived with armed security, a locked phone, and the composure of a man who already knew which camera had recorded the crime. When he caught her wrist, he pulled her out of the line of fire—but not out of danger.
“Let me go,” she said.
“The moment I do, the person who staged this takes you,” Marcus Sterling replied. “You can hate me after we survive the next five minutes.”
He knew her name, the route she had taken, and the one detail no stranger should have known about a frightened nurse admitted Eva's embryo transfer file had been switched with a billionaire's sealed sample. Eva Lane demanded the truth. He answered by showing her a sealed record created before they had ever met. It carried her signature, his family mark, and a payment authorized by someone she still trusted.
They opened the first page together. It contained the sentence everyone around them had been willing to kill to hide: Marcus ordered no procedure—the pregnancy was engineered by the woman trying to steal his company.
Before Eva Lane could read the proof, the exit slammed shut. A red laser sight crossed her chest while a familiar voice took control of every speaker in the room.
“You found the wrong secret,” the voice said. “Open the door and give me Eva Lane, or Marcus Sterling dies before she learns the rest.”