No family. No friends.
So Hannah did the only thing she could.
She bundled her baby in layers of blankets, placed her gently into an old second-hand stroller, packed diapers and borrowed medicine from a neighbor, and pushed the stroller into the snowstorm.
The address led her somewhere she had never been before.
The Upper East Side.
The streets there were quiet, elegant, and spotless.
Hannah felt like she didn’t belong.
When she finally reached the address, she froze.
Before her stood a massive mansion surrounded by towering iron gates shaped like roaring lions.
The place looked less like a home and more like a fortress.
She hesitated for a long moment before pushing the gate.
It opened silently.
The House That Felt Like a Tomb
Inside, the mansion felt strangely empty.
Dust covered the marble floors.
The air felt cold and lonely.
Hannah hurried through room after room trying to find a heater that worked while Lily cried weakly in the stroller.
The living room heater was broken.
The dining room heater was broken.
So was the guest room.
Panic tightened in her chest.
Finally, on the third floor, she found a small study with a working heater blowing warm air.
Relief flooded through her.
She placed Lily near the heater, gave her medicine, and watched as the baby slowly fell asleep.
Hannah quietly went downstairs to start cleaning.
She didn’t realize the owner of the mansion had just returned home.
The Man No One Wanted to Meet
A black luxury car stopped outside the gate.
The man who stepped out was Victor Kane.
In New York’s criminal underworld, people whispered his name like a ghost story.
Victor Kane was rumored to control half the illegal operations on the East Coast.
And this was his house.
When he entered the mansion, he heard something unexpected.
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