CHAPTER 98 The Fire Between Us

  Angela stood before the gallery's grand entrance, the biting cold gnawing at her exposed skin. The air was thick with the scent of rain and the faint hum of distant traffic. She checked her phone again. 11:58 p.m. The mysterious message had led her here, to this quiet, almost desolate corner of the city.

  Her gaze lingered on the towering glass doors. The gallery, a minimalist masterpiece of steel and glass, loomed over her like a temple of secrets. Inside, faint lights illuminated the sleek marble floors and walls adorned with priceless art. The place felt alive, pulsing with energy even in its emptiness.

  Angela hesitated for only a moment before pushing open the heavy doors, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breath. The cold outside had been biting, but the air inside was suffocating in its stillness. Each step brought her closer to a confrontation she couldn't avoid, to a man who had both ruined and enthralled her.