Chapter Twenty ThreeMorning creeps in through the tall windows, pale light spilling across the room. My eyes open slowly, heavy from the restless night. The sheets feel too soft beneath me, too warm, and for a moment I almost forget where I am. Then I hear the sound of footsteps outside the bedroom door, steady and measured, and reality crashes back.I am still in Liam’s penthouse.I sit up, rubbing my temples, my chest aching with the memory of last night. The gala, the stares, the whispers. Elizabeth’s venomous words. Daniel’s cruel smirk. They all echo in my head like ghosts that will not leave. I press a hand against my chest, as if I can still those voices by force.The door opens, and Liam steps inside. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, his hair slightly tousled as if he has been pacing. He carries two mugs of coffee, the steam curling up in the air.“You are awake,” he says, his voice low, even.“Yes.” My throat feels dry, my voice faint.He crosses the room and places one mug
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