Destiny Deville May 2026

At twenty-two, Destiny pulled off the heist that put her on the map. A corrupt developer named Silas Vane had been buying up low-income housing, letting it rot, then flipping the land for city contracts. He’d ruined six hundred families and called it “economic development.” Destiny didn’t do it for justice. She did it because Silas Vane had a penthouse vault full of bearer bonds and a mistress who liked to talk after two glasses of champagne.

There was a long silence. Then: “Twelve hours.” destiny deville

People still needed help.