The morning light bled through the terrace curtains, soft and golden, the kind of light that belonged on postcards. Elara barely noticed it. Her fingers were still wrapped around her phone, the email glowing on the screen like a confession she couldn't erase.5-7 business days.She had stared at those words so long they had stopped making sense.Behind her, Adrian's voice cut through the quiet. "You're up early, little lamb."She didn't turn. Couldn't. Her face would betray everything — the desperation, the fear, the slow-simmering fury that had been building since the night he carried her out of that clothing store like she belonged to him."I couldn't sleep," she said. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt.Adrian moved closer. She heard the soft pad of his bare feet on the stone floor, the rustle of his shirt — white linen, unbuttoned at the collar, the uniform he wore on the island when he wasn't performing for anyone. No cameras here. No board members. Just him.And her."You'
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