Luna Nozzawa, full of life just hours before, now lay motionless inside the mangled remains of her midnight-silver sedan—crushed metal twisted around her like a cruel cage. The freeway was eerily silent until one deafening collision shattered the darkness. Witnesses said a black SUV had tailed her for miles, swerving closer and closer… until it clipped her rear bumper and sent her spinning across the highway like a broken star. The SUV sped off into the night, vanishing without a trace.
Bill Spencer arrived on the scene before the ambulance, breathless and frantic, after receiving an anonymous text with Luna’s location—another chilling mystery. When he saw her trapped, bleeding, her body barely visible beneath the bent steel, something inside him snapped. This wasn’t business. This wasn’t war. This was a nightmare with Luna at the center.
As paramedics fought to free her, Luna’s eyes fluttered open for a moment. Her voice was faint, broken, but haunting enough to rip Bill’s soul apart:
“Bill… please don’t let me die.”
Those six words slammed into him harder than any betrayal he had ever endured. In that instant, the ruthless media titan disappeared, replaced by a man terrified of losing someone he never realized meant so much.
At the hospital, Bill became a storm no one could control. He barked orders at doctors, demanded answers, and threatened anyone who dared tell him to calm down. Hours bled into one another as machines beeped, surgeons rushed, and Luna’s life hung by a single, fraying thread.
When the surgeon finally emerged with grim news—that Luna was critical, that the next 24 hours would determine everything—Bill made a vow with ice-cold certainty:
Whoever did this will pay.
But the chaos didn’t stop there.
Just before dawn, Luna stirred, whispering Bill’s name like a fragile plea. Her hand reached for his, trembling, terrified he would disappear. “Don’t leave me,” she begged, tears forming despite the pain. Bill, shaken to his core, realized their lives had just become entangled in ways neither of them could ever undo.
And while Luna fought to stay alive, detectives uncovered a chilling twist:
The SUV that rammed her wasn’t just a hit-and-run. It was registered under a shell company tied to an anonymous offshore account—an account connected to someone with a very personal motive for wanting her gone.
