Chapter Twenty-Eight
The sound of the elevator doors sliding open echoed through the empty hallway. I stepped out into the opulent lobby of Stefan’s penthouse building, the sleek, modern design still unfamiliar to me. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floors, each step a reminder of how deeply I was immersed in this world now.
I had barely settled into the space when Stefan had dropped the bombshell that I was to stay here tonight. I didn’t argue—what was the point? In his world, my resistance seemed futile. And somewhere deep inside, a part of me knew that arguing wouldn’t change anything. I was already tangled up in his life, in his plans, in his empire.
I glanced around as a sleek black SUV pulled up to the entrance. A uniformed driver stepped out, moving quickly to open the door. I didn’t need to be told who was waiting inside; I recognized the expensive car and the way the driver moved with precision.
Stefan.
He was waiting for me, but I had no idea what to expect. All
