The Architect of Scars

Summary

The day Elias took the fall for me, we had just turned twenty.

Through the visitor's glass, he smiled, his eyes pinning me. "Elena. Wait for me."

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. The moment he was gone, I became the blade he’d left behind.

I threw my acceptance letter to Johns Hopkins in the trash. I dove into the underworld, playing chess with monsters, living on a razor's edge for ten years. By the time he was paroled, I’d built an empire.

I scrubbed his record. I laundered every dollar. I handed him the keys to a clean, legitimate corporation, and he became Mr.