Emilie’s POV

The penthouse felt like a cage tonight, its opulent walls closing in as I stood by the window, the city’s restless pulse mocking my own.

Milo’s words from earlier, “There is no way out. You belong to me now”, echoed in my mind, each syllable a chain tightening around my heart.

His touch, the way his fingers had lingered on my jaw, had ignited something dangerous, a spark I couldn’t extinguish. I hated myself for it.

I was supposed to be a prisoner, a pawn ...