Ten Million Dollar Trap

Ten Million Dollar Trap

Gavin

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I' m Ava Moreno, a New York reproductive endocrinologist, secretly known as "The Heirloom Weaver." Using ancient family methods, I help families conceive, even if the father has passed. The massive fees fund my curandera grandmother' s foundation, preserving vital traditions. An encrypted message arrived: Liam Ashford, tech royalty, dead from a boating accident. Ten million dollars for a posthumous child – enough to secure Abuela' s legacy. But as I began the ritual, a chilling truth emerged: Liam wasn't dead. He was in 'Serene Stillness,' a trance only my grandmother taught. He awoke, revealing his father, brother, and fiancée plotted his murder for the family empire. I had just resurrected a man the most powerful family in America wanted buried. The Ashford estate was a deadly trap. They hadn' t hired me for a ghost; they' d lured me into their twisted game with bait money. Now, with Liam alive, their monstrous plan: force me to be his surrogate, then eliminate us both. "You will conceive his child," Harrison Sr. sneered, "then your silence will be ensured." Despair threatened, but then a spark: Abuela' s "Memory Boxes," holding ancient tools of psychological warfare. They thought they had us trapped. They were about to learn what happens when you corner The Heirloom Weaver. Tonight, we would weave a different kind of legacy.

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I' m Ava Moreno, a New York reproductive endocrinologist, secretly known as "The Heirloom Weaver."

Using ancient family methods, I help families conceive, even if the father has passed.

The massive fees fund my curandera grandmother' s foundation, preserving vital traditions.

An encrypted message arrived: Liam Ashford, tech royalty, dead from a boating accident.

Ten million dollars for a posthumous child – enough to secure Abuela' s legacy.

But as I began the ritual, a chilling truth emerged: Liam wasn't dead.

He was in 'Serene Stillness,' a trance only my grandmother taught.

He awoke, revealing his father, brother, and fiancée plotted his murder for the family empire.

I had just resurrected a man the most powerful family in America wanted buried.

The Ashford estate was a deadly trap.

They hadn' t hired me for a ghost; they' d lured me into their twisted game with bait money.

Now, with Liam alive, their monstrous plan: force me to be his surrogate, then eliminate us both.

"You will conceive his child," Harrison Sr. sneered, "then your silence will be ensured."

Despair threatened, but then a spark: Abuela' s "Memory Boxes," holding ancient tools of psychological warfare.

They thought they had us trapped.

They were about to learn what happens when you corner The Heirloom Weaver.

Tonight, we would weave a different kind of legacy.

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