(LARA'S POV)I am too tired and too scared to fight him. I nod slowly and walk over to his car, climbing into the passenger seat.Kyle drives us through the busy city streets in total silence. I look out the window, watching the city lights blur together. Twenty minutes later, he pulls into the private garage of a high-rise building. We take a private elevator all the way to the top floor.When the elevator doors open, we step directly into his penthouse apartment.I look around in wonder. The place is massive and objectively beautiful. There are floor-to-ceiling glass windows showing the sparkling city skyline, shiny marble floors, and expensive modern art on the walls. But despite all the wealth, the apartment feels completely cold, empty, and impersonal. There are no personal photos, no warm blankets, no signs of life. It mirrors Kyle perfectly—handsome on the outside, but frozen and closed off on the inside."Sit down," Kyle says, pointing to a large black leather couch.I sit a
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