THE VEIL LIFTS AND THE BREAKING POINT

AVA'S POV

I didn't sleep that night.

Even with Ethan's arms wrapped around me like a fortress, even with the gentle sound of waves in the distance and the rhythm of the city pulsing softly beneath the rooftop, I lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, my body still, but my mind screaming.

The voice recorder echoed in my head on a loop.

> "Marcus has agreed to play the fiancé role once she reaches full compliance…"

He wasn't just complicit.

He was active.

A player.

My predator in polished shoes and tailored suits.

And I had almost married him.

I'd kissed him. Trusted him.

Believed him.

I sat up slowly, slipping from Ethan's embrace, careful not to wake him. I needed space. Answers. Air.

The sun hadn't even begun to rise, and yet my chest felt like noon, bright with rage, thick with heat.