Chapter Twenty-Four
The day started with the usual tension. Stefan had insisted on picking me up again, despite my protests. There was a glimmer of something almost possessive in his eyes when he told me he wasn’t letting me out of his sight, and that was that. So, I found myself slipping into the front seat of his sleek black Bentley, staring out of the window as the world passed by in a blur. It was a strange feeling, having him hovering over me at every turn—like I was part of a world I wasn’t sure I belonged to.
Today was different, though. The heavy, suffocating air of the last few days had eased slightly, though I still couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was the fact that Stefan had started to show a bit more care for me—or at least, that’s how it felt. Despite everything, despite the way he’d orchestrated my life without me having a say, there was something about him that felt almost... protective.
It wasn’t just the bodyguards tailing me everywhere I went. It wasn’t the absurd
