He asked me to donate my bone marrow to a core member of the family.

I looked into his cold eyes and agreed without a second thought. It was my duty as the matriarch of the Moretti family.

A year later, I was pregnant. He asked me again, because Isabella’s condition had returned.

For the first time, I refused him. For my child.

But he drugged my dinner.

When I woke up in the family’s private clinic, my belly was empty, and my marrow had been taken.

I turned over, dialed the number I swore I’d never call, and gave myself—and every secret I knew—to the federal government.

He searched for me like a madman. “Catherine, where are you? We can have another child, I promise!”

But behind the FBI’s firewall, no one heard his cries.

…

“Catherine, once you join the Eagle Project, you will be completely cut off from your past for at least ten years. Are you sure?” the FBI agent asked, his face grim.

I smoothed the wrinkles on my clothes and said calmly, “I’m sure. I will dedicate the rest of my life to justice, with no regrets.”

I did have one regret, but it didn’t matter anymore.

The agent gave me a long, meaningful look and nodded.

“This is a classified operation. We will erase all your records and create a new identity for you. Do you have any other requests?”

The agent must have been wondering why the wife of a powerful family, who should have been living in luxury, would choose such a final path.

No one ever expected I would turn myself over to the family’s greatest enemy.

My face was blank, my gaze steady. “No requests. I will follow all arrangements.”

In this city shrouded in shadows, justice needed me more than that man ever did.

The agent stood up and shook my hand. “Catherine, thank you for your contribution to justice. Welcome to your new life.”

As the top financial genius of our allied family, I married into the Moretti family in my prime, stepping back to manage their vast, dark empire from behind the scenes.

Now, I had applied to become the blade that would destroy that empire, and the FBI had, against all odds, agreed.

Only seven days left.

In seven days, I would leave for a small, unknown town under a new name.