Sweet Dreams...

The moment Tryson reached the suite's room, his grip tightened around the door handle.

Riley's words echoed in his mind, looping over and over like a haunting refrain.

He exhaled a small, shaky breath. As brutal as her words had been, he couldn't deny their truth.

No matter how much he wished otherwise, the boss wasn't going to let her walk away scot-free—not without getting what he wanted from Angel.

Guilt gnawed at him, sharp and relentless.

The weight of it settled deep in his chest as the terrifying realization sank in—everything was teetering on the edge of chaos.

The trust he had painstakingly built with Angel could shatter in an instant, crumbling into betrayal the moment she uncovered the whole truth.

The truth—Tryson couldn't help but let his mind spiral into the tangled web of it all.

Every piece of the puzzle, every decision made, all traced back to a single, undeniable reality.