The next morning, a parade of black SUVs thundered down Cleo’s quiet street. Men in dark suits with earpieces surrounded her modest home. Still in her pajamas, she peeked through the blinds, heart pounding. And then she saw him—the stranger from last night—now dressed in a tailored suit, standing beside two men with unmistakable authority. “Ma’am,” one of them said, “you saved Archie Atkinson.” Her knees nearly buckled.
Archie, as in the Atkinsons—the billionaire tech family whose kidnapped son had just made national headlines. The man she’d picked up was their heir. Cleo hadn’t just saved a life. She’d rescued a legacy. And as the full truth unfolded in her living room, one thing became certain: her life would never be the same again.