Silas’s Pov

The restaurant was quiet, with only the soft glow of candlelight reflecting off the glasses and utensils.

At the far corner, a man in a black suit stood with a violin tucked beneath his chin. The first notes poured out— haunting, rich, a melody meant for seduction.

His bow slid across strings with precision, playing only for us.

I’d hired him because silence wasn’t enough for her. Imogen deserved music, beauty, and luxury.

I had found out that she enjoyed listening to the violin and this was an attempt to get her to relax and be free.

I’d bought out the whole place.

Privacy was not just a...