Annabelle stood by her window, staring out at the sprawling estate. 

The day had passed in an odd haze, her thoughts swirling despite her attempts to focus.

She hadn’t seen Dante or Angelo all day.

In the morning, she’d caught a glimpse of several of Dante’s men leaving the estate in a rush.

It had filled her with unease, though she told herself that such sudden movements were probably routine in his world.

Dante wasn’t just any CEO.

That much she’d pieced together over the past few weeks.

Yes, he had his legal businesses, but his life was wrapped in shadows she couldn’t quite unravel.

She hadn’t let herself dwell...