Amelia descended gently, though the ground was approaching faster than she expected. She was about to land near a small, isolated farmhouse she had bought precisely for emergencies like this. As she neared the ground, she made a perfect landing. Despite the shock of the fall, she was unharmed. Her mind immediately switched to survival mode.
Her phone vibrated as she touched the ground. Richard had texted: “Where are you?” He had no idea she was still alive. Amelia smiled wryly as she looked around, realizing how easily she had outsmarted her husband. But the game was far from over.
Amelia was already thinking about her next move. She knew Richard would come after her. He wouldn't let her simply disappear, especially not with the inheritance and power that came with it. He had underestimated her, thinking she was just a pregnant and vulnerable woman. What Richard didn't understand was that Amelia's empire hadn't been built on luck: it had been built on cunning, strategy, and the ability to always think three steps ahead.
Hidden among the trees near the farmhouse, Amelia activated the emergency tracker built into her phone, sending a discreet signal to her trusted security team. Within minutes, they would be on their way, ready to anticipate Richard's next move. Amelia knew her husband's weakness well: his arrogance. He believed he was untouchable, that his money and power protected him from any consequences. But Amelia had other plans.
