Rebecca POV

The moment Nora left, the silence of the penthouse thickened, turning heavy, suffocating, almost sentient. It coiled around me like a warning. My pulse thrummed in my ears, and every shadow seemed to shift at the edges of my vision. I didn’t sit. I didn’t breathe properly. I simply reached for my private phone—the one no one knew existed except the men I paid to clean the stains I didn’t want seen.

My fingers trembled, just slightly, as I dialed the number. It rang ...