The Bride

Ezra's pulse thundered in his ears as he followed Scarlet to the balcony. Her trembling finger pointed to the pavement below, but the spot was empty—no lurking figure, no trace of Ricardo.

"But... he was there!" Scarlet's voice was a mix of panic and frustration. Her wide eyes darted back and forth, searching for any sign of movement.

Ezra's gaze swept the darkened streets. "Are you sure it was him?"

Scarlet turned to him, nodding vigorously. "Trust me, Ezra, the car lights hit him—I saw his face. It was him!"

After putting Scarlett to bed, Ezra without hesitation, Ezra grabbed his phone and dialed security. His voice was sharp, his words clipped with urgency. "Check the perimeter. Now. I want every blind spot covered and the security footage reviewed. I want to know if anyone was watching the penthouse."