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Sunset on the Court

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Elena's palms sweated against the padel racket, the grip slick with humidity and something else—fear. Across the net, Marcus served with that easy confidence that had made her fall for him fifteen years ago. The ball cracked against the wall, an orange streak against the deepening twilight.

"Your game's off," he called, not unkindly. "Distracted?"

She wasn't. Or rather, she was distracted by everything. The pyramid of martini glasses stacked at the resort bar. The security detail she'd noticed trailing them since Dubrovnik. The way Marcus checked his encrypted phone during bathroom breaks.

"Just tired," she said, missing the return.

They played on as the sun melted into the Adriatic, painting the sky in bruising shades of tangerine and crimson. This was their pattern—bear the weight of unspoken things, pretend nothing was crumbling beneath their feet.

"Palm reader in the lobby," Marcus said suddenly, between points. "Went this morning. She told me I'd make a choice soon. Life or death."

Elena's heart stumbled. "That's dramatic."

"She was serious." He stepped to the net, lowering his voice. "She said my wife already made hers."

The racket slipped from Elena's fingers. She'd visited the same palm reader three days ago, confessed everything—the embezzlement scheme at Marcus's hedge fund, the offshore accounts, the fact that she'd gathered enough evidence to send him away for decades. The fortune teller had squeezed her hand, whispered: "He knows."

Now Marcus watched her with those cold,评估 eyes. Behind him, two men emerged from the resort's entrance—one with a suitcase, one without.

"Life or death, El," he said softly. "The pyramid scheme collapses tomorrow. You chose your side."

The orange light caught the metallic glint of something in his pocket. Elena calculated distances, escape routes, the weight of her own choices.

"I chose," she said, "not to be your victim anymore."

She gripped the racket like a weapon, understanding suddenly that some games end when you stop playing by someone else's rules.