ELENA

The second I stepped back into my room, I let out a deep breath and pressed my back against the door. My head was pounding. My body was tense. And my stomach? A complete mess.

Today was the day. The day everything changed.

I swallowed hard and tried to steady my breathing, but no matter how much I tried, the thought of moving into Dominic’s room sent a deep, unsettling chill down my spine. Six months. Six whole months of playing the role of his wife. Six months of sleeping beside ...