Trapped in Arranged Marriage

Zoe rolled over in bed, her body feeling both pampered and sore. The lingering ache in certain areas was a reminder of the previous night, but it was a pleasant soreness, one that spoke of care and attention. She turned her head to see Donovan sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a robe. He was leaning against the headboard, reading through some documents while murmuring into an earpiece. His focus was intense, but the moment the door opened, his sharp eyes flicked toward the entrance.

A butler and maid entered, pushing a dining cart laden with food. They set it up near the full-length window, the morning light streaming in and casting a golden glow over the room. Zoe's stomach growled loudly, and Donovan's lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at her.