My Karma

had on her, but his warning lingered, gnawing at her thoughts. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that she was standing on the edge of something much big

f the conversation was still heavy in her chest. She didn't look back as she walked out of the restaurant, her mind focused on what

. There was something about the way he spoke-calm, measured, but with a depth that seemed to hint at a world of secrets just beneath the surface. He h

n her chest, stronger than any fear she might have felt. Her family's downfall had always been a mystery, a shadowy puzzl

per in the dark. It contained a single sentence: He's still involved. Watch your back. The message was u

asn't an optio

Marconi's past, the more elusive he became. No one seemed to know where he was or what he was doing now, but the shadow of his influence stretched far beyond the pu

estments in Marconi's ventures back when his name had still been publicly known-investments that had positioned Lucas as a rising star in the

itement and dread. There it was-the evidence she had been looking for. Lucas Grant had been in

hit her like a p

ad uncovered, her phone buzzed on the desk, snapping her ou

et me tonight. 10 p.m. Corner o

felt deliberate-someone was watching her.

tion, but the part of her that had always craved the truth overrod

g with late-night pedestrians and neon lights casting shadows across the pavement. Her heart pounded in h

ning to doubt whether the meeting was a trap, a

t there was something different about the way he approached her tonight. He looked at h

s voice low, but not wi

ying to keep her compos

y were alone. "I had to be sure you were still committed to this.

to stay calm. "I'm not afraid of the trut

, almost amused smile. "You thin

r, her gaze hardeni

on't know, Sophia, is how deep this goes. Marconi is just the tip o

twisted with un

d, his voice low and dangerous. "A game where all

ing in. "And you think you can control it all? Tha

. "This is your choice," he said, offering it to her. "It's not just about your father's legacy anymore. This is a

her stomach turn. Some were familiar: business leaders, politicians, figures she'd read about in the tabloids

et his. "What does thi

rld is as simple as it seems. You can walk away, forget everything you've learned, and live your

n settling heavily on her shoulders. She had co

h unspoken truths. "Why are you helping me?" she finally asked, her voice

a coldness behind his eyes. "I'm not helping you, Sophia.

ed away, disappearing into the ni

tightly in her hand, her heart pounding. The game had j

e would defi