By the time IT security shows up, I’m pacing behind my desk like a caged animal.
But they haveanswers.
Garrett, the head of cybersecurity, walks in with a tablet tucked under his arm and a look that already tells me I’m not going to like what he found.
“We traced the breach,” he says.
My pulse kicks.
“It wasn’t internal,” he continues. “Your system was hacked through a masked overseas server, pulled the files straight from your encrypted drive, and sent them to a third party.”
Dorian’s jaw tightens. “A journalist?”
Garrett shakes his head. “No. A private investigator.”
Ice slides down my spine. “Who hired him?”
Garrett hesitates only long enough to confirm it. Then he turns the tablet toward me.
A name flashes on the screen—bold and unmistakable.
Chad Holloway.
The floor might as well drop out from under me.
Dorian seethes. “Son of a fucking bitch.”
My fists clench until my knuckles crack.
Chad.
Fucking Chad.
This was his doing.
That motherfucker couldn’t beat me with his fists, so he came at methisway.
And he didn’t just leak my plans. He engineered the entire explosion and made sure Isla found out in the worst possible way.
He wanted her broken.
He wanted us broken.
He wantedmebroken.
For the first time since Isla walked away from me, something colder than guilt stirs in my gut.Fury.
And beneath it… something darker.
Doom.
Because if Chad got this far, if he managed to get into my encrypted files…
What else does he know?
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Isla
