“There’s something else.”

Elena’s stomach tightened.

Jessica hesitated.

Then handed her a small key.

“What is this?”

“A storage unit.”

“Why?”

Jessica looked terrified now.

“Because Marcus told me to destroy whatever’s inside if anything ever happened to him.”

A cold wave passed through Elena.

“What’s inside?”

“I don’t know.”

Elena stared at the key.

Jessica swallowed hard.

“But after last night…”

She looked toward Arthur’s office.

“…I think you should see it before he realizes I gave it to you.”

Three hours later, Elena stood inside a storage facility on the south side of Chicago.

Arthur came with her.

The unit door rolled upward slowly.

Dust floated through cold fluorescent light.

At first glance, it looked ordinary.

Boxes.

Files.

Old electronics.

Then Elena noticed the photographs.

Dozens of them.

Women.

Different women.

Some smiling beside Marcus at events.

Some entering buildings.

Some crying.

Her breath caught.

Arthur stepped closer, horrified.

There were folders too.

Detailed notes.

Personal information.

Financial records.

Private emails.

Schedules.

Marcus had been collecting people.

Studying them.

Manipulating them.

One folder sat separately from the others.

ELENA.

Her hands shook opening it.

Inside were years of records.

Medical information.

Bank accounts.

Copies of text messages.

Therapy appointments she never knew Marcus monitored.

Then she found something worse.

A legal document.

Her signature at the bottom.

Except she had never signed it.

Arthur looked over her shoulder.

His expression hardened instantly.

“He forged this.”

The document transferred major ownership rights directly to Marcus in the event of psychological instability.

Elena felt dizzy.

“He planned everything.”

Arthur’s voice turned icy.

“This isn’t just emotional abuse anymore.”

Then Elena noticed another box hidden in the back.

Arthur opened it carefully.

Inside sat hard drives.

Cash.

And one handgun.

Elena stepped backward immediately.

Arthur closed the box again at once.

“We’re leaving.”

But before they could move, Elena saw one final folder.

Its label made her blood run cold.

VERONICA HALE.

Marcus’s mistress.

Except beneath the name, in red marker, were two words:

NEXT PHASE.

Arthur looked at Elena sharply.

“What does that mean?”

She didn’t answer.

Because suddenly she remembered something Veronica had whispered to her weeks earlier at a charity lunch.

“You’re stronger than I thought.”

At the time it sounded insulting.

Now it sounded like a warning.

Elena slowly turned toward Arthur.

“I don’t think Veronica’s just his mistress.”

Arthur frowned.

“What are you saying?”

Before Elena could answer, her phone rang.

Unknown number.

She hesitated.

Then answered.

Breathing.

Then Marcus spoke softly.

“You shouldn’t have opened that storage unit.”

Elena’s blood froze.

“How did you—”

“I know you better than you think.”

Arthur took the phone immediately.

“Listen carefully, Marcus—”

Marcus laughed quietly.

“No, Arthur. You listen.”

The laughter vanished.

“What’s happening now is your fault.”

Then the call disconnected.

The storage unit suddenly felt too small.

Too cold.

Elena looked toward the open facility entrance.

Outside, snow had begun falling across Chicago.

But something else caught her attention.

A black SUV idling across the street.

Engine running.

Watching.

Arthur noticed it too.

And for the first time since she met him…

he looked genuinely afraid.

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