*Elena’s POV*

The sunlight poured softly through the pale curtains the next morning, bathing the room in a golden stillness.

Elena sat at the edge of the bed, unmoving.

She had barely slept.

Though her body was tired, her mind had traveled miles through silence — across her past with Nathan, the words she wished she’d never heard, the moment she signed her name to a contract she still didn’t fully understand.

Now she is here.

In this enormous, elegant estate with walls so quiet.

She felt small and unfamiliar.

But also strangely steady.

A knock came.

“Elena?” a warm voice called from the other side. “Breakfast is ready. Madam...