Chapter 9: The Ghost in the Machine
The intruders were trapped. The air began to thin as the ventilation system was reversed. The leader of the squad tried to shoot the control panel, but the bullets shattered against reinforced, bulletproof glass that hadn't been there seconds ago.
"You have ten minutes of oxygen," Marcus’s voice boomed through the speakers. "Unless, of course, you start talking about who sent you."
The leader spat an insult, but Khloe cut him off. She projected his personal life—his family photos, his secret bank accounts in the Cayman Islands, the location of his mistress—onto the walls.
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"We know who you are," Khloe said. "We know you have children in Geneva. Do you want to be a martyr for Julian Thorne, or do you want to be a father who comes home?"
The leader dropped his weapon. The tactical advantage had been erased by the sheer, terrifying weight of truth. The house was not just a building; it was an extension of Marcus and Khloe’s will.
