My billionaire boss came home three hours early and found his housekeeper and his twins tied up in his guest room… but the real shock was the young gunman hiding in the closet—because when he said “My name is Gabriel Talbot,” the CEO finally realized his “hostile takeover” had destroyed a family… and tonight, the consequences came to collect.

THE GUN IN THE CLOSET

A voice—young, unsteady, yet chillingly firm—cut through the room.

“Don’t move, Alexander.”

Alexander froze. Slowly, he lifted his hands and turned on his knees.

In the doorway of the walk-in closet stood a young man, no older than twenty-two. A dark hoodie. Jeans. A face pale and hollow, eyes burning with desperation.

A black pistol trembled in his grip—aimed straight at Alexander’s chest.

“Get away from them,” the young man ordered.

“Okay,” Alexander said evenly. “I’m moving. Just… stay calm.” He shifted back, increasing the distance between himself and Marina.

“You want money? The safe’s in the study. I’ll open it. Cash. Watches. Jewelry. Take everything.”

The young man laughed—sharp and bitter.

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want anything you own.”

“Then why?” Alexander asked, glancing at the twins. “They’re children. Let them go.”

The gunman’s expression twisted.

“Like you let my father go?”