“My fiancé, Liam, told me to sign a document to save his family's company. It was a false confession, pinning a hundred-million-dollar mistake on me. A mistake his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, had made. When I refused, he showed me a live feed of my mother in her hospital bed. Her life-saving cancer treatment was funded by his family. He smiled, his thumb hovering over an icon on his phone. "One call, Ava. The funding stops. Her treatment is over." Later, after I signed, he locked me in a lab that caught fire. He thought I was trying to sabotage Chloe. As I pounded on the door, choking on smoke, he stood on the other side, comforting a perfectly fine Chloe. He looked at me, trapped and burning, and shouted, "This is your own damn fault. I'm disappointed in you, Ava." He left me to die. But I survived. When I woke up in the hospital, I made a single call to my hacker contact. My message was one word: "Execute."”