The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting the mansion in a soft gold. Isabella awoke with the weight of last night still pressing on her chest—the almost-kiss, the social tests, Alejandro’s possessive gaze. Every detail replayed in her mind, sharpening her awareness, her instincts, and the growing tension between control and desire.
She dressed carefully, opting for a sleek white blouse and tailored trousers. Neutral, professional, precise. Alejandro valued perception, and she had learned quickly that even the smallest misstep could invite scrutiny.
Downstairs, the mansion hummed with its usual quiet efficiency. Valentina handed her a folder, neatly organized.
“Today,” Valentina said, voice clipped, “you will attend a business briefing with Alejandro. Certain attendees are
