My Husband sold me (continued)

Lena's lungs burned as she ran through the crowded morning streets.

Behind her, the two men from the black car pushed through pedestrians, refusing to lose sight of her.

Fear sharpened every instinct.

She couldn't let them catch her.

Not now.

Not when her baby was depending on her.

A horn blared as she darted across a busy road.

One of the men nearly got hit by a truck.

The brief delay gave her a few precious seconds.

She slipped into a crowded market and disappeared between rows of stalls.

Her heart pounded violently.

She crouched behind stacks of wooden crates and held her breath.

Voices passed nearby.

"She couldn't have gone far."

"Find her!"

Minutes felt like hours.

Finally, silence returned.

For the moment, she had escaped.

But she knew it wouldn't last.

The people chasing her had money, influence, and resources.

She had nothing.

Nothing except determination.

And a mother fighting for her child was more dangerous than any weapon.

Lena needed answers.

The files she had found in the storage unit revealed only part of the truth.

Who was really behind Project Lifeline?

Why were wealthy families paying millions for babies?

And why was her child so important?

She remembered another document she had copied onto her phone before fleeing.

One address.

A large estate outside the city.

Listed repeatedly throughout the files.

Every transaction seemed connected to it.

By sunset, she stood at the edge of the property.

The mansion looked less like a home and more like a fortress.

Security cameras watched every entrance.

Tall gates surrounded the grounds.

Yet something felt familiar.

Then she realized why.

The architecture matched old photographs she'd seen in Project Lifeline records.

This was where everything began.

Waiting until darkness fell, Lena slipped through a broken section of fencing hidden by thick...