The penthouse overlooking Manhattan glittered beneath the city lights. Crystal chandeliers reflected across polished marble floors while expensive artwork decorated every wall. It was supposed to be a quiet evening for Marcus Sullivan and his wife, Emily, after returning from a charity gala.
Instead...
Marcus walked into shattered glass.
A bedside lamp lay broken across the floor.
Furniture had been overturned.
Emily lay unconscious beside the bed, her white silk robe stained with blood from a cut on her forehead.
Standing nearby was Isabella Grant, Emily's longtime personal assistant.
She was crying uncontrollably.
The moment Marcus entered the room, Isabella pointed at Emily.
"Marcus..."
"She attacked me!"
"I had no choice."
Marcus looked from Isabella to his injured wife.
His heart raced.
Nothing about the room made sense.
Then his phone vibrated.
One notification.
From his head of security.
Marcus opened the message.
His expression changed instantly.
He slowly raised his eyes toward Isabella.
"The camera..."
"...never lies."
The room fell silent.