The penthouse was silent, Adrian had left ten minutes ago. Lila sat in the center of the massive, rumpled bed, clutching the sheets to her chest. She was naked, vulnerable, and legally bound to a man who treated empires like chessboards. The memory of Marcus’s face—purple with rage, eyes bulging as he stared at Adrian’s signature on the contract—was the only thing keeping the chill at bay. Adrian hadn't just saved her; he had weaponized her. Her phone, rescued from the depths of her discarded wedding dress, buzzed violently on the nightstand. The caller ID flashed a name that brought the first real breath of air to Lila’s lungs: Sophie. Lila swiped her thumb across the screen, and the face of her best friend exploded into view. Sophie was in her apartment, her blonde hair a chaotic mess, clutching a wine glass as if it were a holy relic. "Lila! Oh my god, Lila!" Sophie screamed, her face pressed so close to the camera her features distorted. "I’ve been calling you for three hours!
Last Updated : 2026-01-22
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