The morning sun filtered softly through gauzy curtains, casting a pale golden sheen across the ceiling. Serena blinked against the light, momentarily disoriented. The familiar ceiling came into focus, and with a frown, she realized—this was the Manhattan Villa.The echoes of her name—"Serena... Serena..."—still rang faintly in her ears, remnants of a dream, perhaps, or something far too real.With a groan, she pushed the covers aside and sat up. Her clothes had already been laid neatly on the foot of the bed, folded with mechanical precision. Of course, Alexander would orchestrate even the smallest things.She dressed quickly, her movements sharp and restless, then made her way downstairs.In the living room, Alexander sat sprawled on the plush couch, a document open in his hands. Sunlight fell across his sharp features, highlighting the tension in his jaw as he pretended to read.Serena didn’t give him a second glance. Her steps were swift, her expression set. She moved straight towar
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