The 100-DAY ECHO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 7

The master suite smelled of cedarwood, bergamot, and a faint trace of expensive Scotch. It was a scent I had spent three years desperately trying to catch on his collar, on his discarded jackets, or lingering in the hallways of the estate. Now, it was suffocatingly present in my bedroom. It was 7:00 AM on Day One. I sat at the vanity, methodically brushing my hair, watching through the mirror as Silas’s personal valet transferred half a dozen tailored Tom Ford suits into the massive walk-in closet. Silas stood leaning against the doorframe of the en-suite bathroom. He was already dressed for the office, adjusting the cuffs of his immaculate white shirt. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his sharp, aristocratic jawline was set in an expression of arrogant amusement. He was watching me closely, waiting for the crack in my armor. He was waiting for me to blush, to tremble, or to throw myself at his feet in gratitude that he had finally crossed the threshold of my bedroom."Is th

Day Four.The bartender handed me a glass of ice water with a twist of lemon. I didn't drink it immediately. I just held the heavy crystal glass, pressing the freezing condensation against my fingertips to ground myself. I had lied to Silas on the dance floor. Or, at least, my biology had. When his mouth had crashed down on mine in the middle of that ballroom, the physical shock of it had nearly buckled my knees. For three years, I had starved for his touch. My body had instinctively recognized the scent of cedar and the heavy, dominant heat of his frame, and for one terrifying second, it had wanted to surrender to the familiar gravity of him. But the detox was absolute. I had forced my heart to stay completely still, burying the physical yearning beneath a glacier of pure apathy. I took a slow sip of my water, my back still turned to the glittering chaos of the Vanguard Gala. "If looks could kill, Sterling would be standing over my corpse right now," a smooth, cultured voice mu

Day Six. The Sterling estate was completely silent, save for the heavy, rhythmic drumming of rain against the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. It was 11:30 PM. For the first time since the contract began, Silas had not come home for dinner. Clause Three dictated he had to be sitting at the dining table by seven o'clock, but he had texted the butler at six-forty-five with a curt, unapologetic message: Held up at the office. Will satisfy the midnight curfew.I wasn't angry. I was relieved. After the humiliating way I had liquidated his three-and-a-half-million-dollar sapphire necklace that morning, and the devastating way I had rejected his tender, vulnerable touch in the breakfast room, his ego had needed a place to hide. The untouchable billionaire CEO was completely unequipped to handle a woman who couldn't be bought, bullied, or seduced into submission. I stood in the center of the dark, cavernous kitchen, the only light coming from the open door of the industrial refrigerator