Chapter 1: The silence inside Julian Vance’s penthouse was loud enough to make Clara’s ears ring.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking out at the glittering city skyline, holding a glass of white wine she had barely touched. It was past midnight. Her husband, Marcus, was supposed to have been home three hours ago to celebrate their second anniversary. Instead, he had sent a brief, detached text message: "Caught up in negotiations. Don’t wait up."It was always negotiations, Always another merger, another business trip, another excuse to leave Clara alone in the sprawling, minimalist fortress that belonged to his father.Clara sighed, her shoulders dropping as she pulled her silk robe tighter around her waist. The fabric clung to the curves Marcus hadn't bothered to look at in months. She felt invisible, a trophy bought and paid for, then left on a shelf to gather dust."He isn't coming home tonight, Clara."The deep, gravelly voice cut through the dark living roo
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