Chapter 3: The Race Against Time
“Get the car ready. Now!” he barked, rising to his feet.
The entire hotel staff snapped into motion.
He turned back to Lily. “Take me to your mother.”
Minutes later, the sleek black car sped through the city, leaving behind the glittering world of luxury and diving into streets most of those guests had never seen.
Narrow alleys. Broken lights. Crumbling walls.
“Here,” Lily said, pointing to a small, run-down building.
The billionaire stepped out, his polished shoes touching dirt for the first time in years.
Inside, the air was damp and heavy.
And there, on a thin mattress…
was her.
Pale. Weak. Barely breathing.
May you like
But unmistakably…
his wife.
