As weeks went by

For the next few days, Lara played the role of Viktor’s perfect guest—or, rather, his perfect distraction. She wove herself into the lavish routine of his life, entertaining his whims, indulging his tastes, and gathering intel with every flirtatious exchange.

She dined beside him at grand candlelit tables, lounging in silk and lace as he spoke in cryptic half-truths about his business. She let him think she was fascinated, running her fingers over the rim of her wine glass as she listened. At night, she let him consume her, knowing full well that every time he took her to bed, he was lowering his guard just a little more.

But Lara wasn’t just playing. She was hunting.

Between stolen moments and sultry whispers, she took mental notes of everything—the patterns of his security, the conversations of his staff, the documents left out in his office when he thought she was too busy tangled in his sheets to notice. He was adicted to her.

She even served him when he use to talk on the phone.

And then, finally, she found it.

A simple name, buried among logistics reports and supply chains. Santa Selva.

A dense jungle in the south, far from the luxurious cities and pristine beaches. Viktor’s contractors were all over it, pouring resources into an extraction operation so secretive that even his inner circle barely spoke of it. Whatever he was looking for—it was there.

Lara had her next move.

Now, she just needed a way out.