The Cabo sun, usually a symbol of new beginnings, now cast a long, unsettling shadow across the villa floor. Maya stood in the golden light, the heavy cream card clutched in her hand. I'm out now. And it's time we discuss the family business—the parts you haven't burned down yet.
Her father. The ghost that had haunted her for years, the name that had forced her into anonymity, was no longer just a memory. He was free. And he was looking for her. The mask was gone, the fame embraced, but a new, far older darkness was stirring. This time, the game wasn't about hiding. It was about confronting the very foundation of who she was, and the dangerous legacy she had unknowingly inherited.