Reign:
By the time I’d made it through the self-guided honeymoon suite’s tour — three bedrooms, a private infinity pool, and enough champagne to fuel a small rebellion — I’d already checked three business updates and scanned the headlines.
Predictable, the lot of them.
“The Sinclairs’ Stunning Wedding.” “A Union Built on Power and Love.”
They were only wrong about one thing — we hadn’t gotten to the love part yet.
It was past noon. My stomach was growling. The villa’s staff had stocked the kitchen with imported fruits and expensive treats, but not a single meal.
I was halfway to ordering something when I caught sight of her through the open bedroom door.
Ellie.
Still in silk pajamas, legs crossed, laptop balanced on her knees, hair in one of those perfectly messy buns that looked a
