Morning crept in uncertainly, as if it didn’t belong. Light spilled through the high windows of Adrian’s estate, tracing faint lines across Isabella’s bare shoulders. She stood quietly, dressing without a word, the silence between them heavier than anything they had said. Their bodies had spoken in desperation last night, each kiss a confession, each touch a fragile truce. But daylight didn’t care about longing. It asked for clarity.Adrian didn’t speak as he led her through the estate. They passed solemn-faced staff, all too careful not to meet her eyes. Down the corridors. Past rooms soaked in memory. The floor grew colder, stone giving way to tile, polished and sterile. As they descended, the illusion of comfort peeled away. There was nothing soft about the level below.He moved with purpose—keycard, code, fingerprint, retinal scan. Each lock broke with a hiss, each step taking her deeper into the truth. When the final door opened, Isabella realized she’d been holding her breath.T
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