The morning sun filtered softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting a warm, golden glow over the kitchen island.
I stood by the counter, quietly stirring a cup of coffee, the gentle clinking of the spoon against ceramic the only sound in the quiet room.
On the surface, everything was perfect.
A week had passed since I took the bold decision of approaching Tristan Vance and forming an alliance with him. I tried to play it cool even though I hadn't heard much from him. But beneath my calm exterior, my mind was a chaotic battlefield.
I was carrying secrets that felt heavy enough to crush me. My past had materialized in the form of Chloe, and my future was tethered to a dangerous, undercover alliance with a disgraced billionaire.
"You're doing it again."
A deep, sleepy baritone broke through my thoughts.
I blinked, snapping out of my trance just as William walked into the kitchen.
