Antalya's POV

For three days, I became a ghost in Dominic's mansion. I watched him from shadows, memorized his routines, studied when he ate, what he drank, who prepared his meals. Every detail mattered if I was going to succeed this time.

Breakfast at seven, always black coffee first. Lunch in his study, usually while working. Dinner at eight, sometimes with wine. I catalogued everything in my mind while maintaining my facade of hatred and defiance.

The hardest part was ...