Chapter 107

If there was one thing Mia had learned early in business, it was this: sometimes, silence speaks louder than any press conference.

And that was exactly the card she and Stefan were playing.

From the moment they returned to Manhattan, it began. The cold shoulders, the missed eye contact, the subtle but obvious distance. They turned the penthouse into a cold battlefield, making sure even the walls had something to whisper about.

Stefan would enter a room, and Mia would leave. Mia would eat in the dining room, and Stefan would take his meal in the office. Conversations were sparse, professional at best, and laced with unspoken tension....