Elin’s POV

Night had fallen, and the villa was quiet in an unsettling way. I sat on the sofa, clutching a cup of hot tea, trying to calm the storm inside me. Aaron emerged from the study, holding a plate of freshly grilled steak, the aroma wafting temptingly. He set it in front of me and said softly, “Eat something, baby. You need to build your strength.”

I glanced at the steak, but my stomach churned with resistance. “I’m not hungry,” I said coldly, pushing the plate away. ...