The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and silver as Rylee guided the Ferrari Roma through the downtown streets. The hum of the engine was steady, a low growl beneath the pulse of traffic, but her mind was far louder.
Patrick’s parting words echoed in her chest: “I took care of the divorce. This will be buried. No one will know. Don’t disappoint me this time.”
She gripped the wheel tighter, her knuckles pale against the leather. Freedom had come in a single day, expedited by her father’s influence, but it was not without cost. The decree was more than ink on paper—it was a secret sealed, a past erased. And now, she carried the burden of keeping it hidden.
The streets glimmered with neon signs and passing headlights, but Rylee barely saw them. Her thoughts circled back to Sebastian
