CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE: STEVEN

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the turquoise waters of the Maldives as Diana lounged on the deck of her overwater villa. With a contented sigh, she leaned back against the plush cushions, a smile playing on her lips as she watched the colors of the sunset dance across the sky. But beneath her serene exterior, Diana's mind was anything but at peace. For days now, she had been receiving mysterious phone calls from an unknown number, each one more threatening than the last. The caller, who identified himself only as Steve, had made it clear that he knew things about Diana—things she had never shared with anyone. With a shiver of unease, Diana reached for her phone and glanced at the screen, half expecting to see another missed call from Steve. Sure enough, there it was—a new message, blinking ominously in the fading light. "We know what you did, Diana. And if you don't come back, we'll make sure everyone else knows too." Her heart pounding in her chest,