Chapter Twenty-One
The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the penthouse blinds, casting long slats of shadow across the polished marble floor. Elena Moore sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, a cup of untouched tea growing cold in her hands. The apartment was quiet in a way that made the silence feel heavy, almost oppressive. Even the usual hum of the city below seemed muted, as if the world itself were holding its breath.
She stared at the papers scattered across the side table—the contract, her notes, the latest financial statements—but her mind was elsewhere, consumed by a shadow she could not shake. A shadow that had been creeping into her thoughts since she found the hidden files in Adrian's study.
