Carlos's POV I led her through the estate in silence. The foyer lights were low, the marble floors reflecting only our shadows as we moved. Her hand was small in mine, trembling just enough for me to feel it, but she didn't pull away. She knew better, or maybe she was too stunned to fight anymore. Either way, the obedience, reluctant as it was, sent a dark satisfaction curling through my veins. We climbed the stairs without a word. I didn't look back at her face. I didn't need to. I could feel the storm coming off her in waves, fear, anger, shame, and that stubborn spark of defiance that never quite died no matter how hard I tried to smother it. At the double doors to the master suite I paused only long enough to push them open, then guided her inside and closed them behind us. The lock clicked into place, and I finally released her hand and stepped back, giving her space, not out of kindness, but to watch how she reacted to it. She stood there in that gown, hair slightly mussed
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