Sienna's mission was simple - to take down Dante Lane, the man responsible for her husband's death. But when she's forced into his world of power, wealth, and danger, the lines between revenge and desire begin to blur.
As she navigates her way thro...
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I woke to the gentle caress of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the luxurious silk sheets that enveloped me. For a moment, I allowed myself to savour the comfort, but then a sharp pang of pain shot through me as I attempted to sit up. My body ached from the rough handling I'd endured, and each movement felt like a cruel reminder of the night before.
As I eased myself upright, I glanced around the room, and my eyes fell on a handwritten note resting on the bedside table. The sight of it made my skin prickle with unease. The thought of someone having entered my room while I slept—someone who had watched me, perhaps—sent a shiver down my spine.
With trembling fingers, I reached for the note and unfolded it.
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This was the first time he had revealed his name to me.
I was a bit unsettled by the formality of his request. If I didn't know better, I might have taken it as a sign of courtesy, but I was well aware of the disguise he was hiding behind. I would not let him fool me. For all I knew, he could have plans to poison my breakfast or slip something into my tea. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts, and shrugged off my mounting anxiety.
My gaze fell on the white floral dress laid out on the bed, and I couldn't suppress a shudder. It was an overly sweet, pastel-patterned dress with ruffles and lace—far too delicate and frivolous for the grim reality I faced.
"There's no way," I muttered aloud, my voice laced with disgust.
I raced to the wardrobe and I began sifting through the piles of clothes, looking for something - anything - that might offer me a semblance of dignity.
I picked out a plain black jumpsuit, exhaling as I said to myself, "This will do."
The simplicity of the outfit grounded me, reminding me of my purpose here. I wasn't here to play dress-up or be someone's doll. I was here to gain his trust, to weave myself into his world, and make him believe I was harmless. Only then could I bring him closer, close enough to execute my plan.
I crossed the room to the vanity table, my fingers sorting through the array of makeup products. I found the shades that matched my skin tone and set to work, carefully applying them to conceal the bruises that marked my face and neck.
