The penthouse was silent when I returned. I moved carefully, each step measured, each breath shallow. The city lights streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, glittering over the luxury I had once been trapped in—not a home, but a cage.Mark was awake.He stood at the edge of the bedroom, a shadow against the golden lamplight. His eyes were sharp, alert, scanning the room with the precision of a predator. For the first time in months, he looked unsettled—not angry, not furious, but calculating. He had sensed something.“You were gone,” he said, voice low, dangerous. Not a question, but an observation.I held my posture, standing in the center of the room, bruised and trembling but unbroken. “I… went to check the balcony,” I murmured, my voice steady, betraying none of the adrenaline still coursing through me.He didn’t move closer. Instead, he circled the room slowly, every step deliberate. “I have rules,” he said finally, stopping near the bed. His gaze met mine. Cold. Obsessiv
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