Lana sat on the edge of the massive bed, her fingers tracing the intricate embroidery of the silk sheets. Every detail of this room was designed to seduce, to lull her into complacency. But she saw it for what it was—a beautiful prison.
She clenched her fists. No. He wouldn’t win.
A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Then, without waiting for permission, the door unlocked with a quiet click and swung open.
A woman stepped inside.
She was elegant, dressed in a fitted black dress, her dark hair swept into a tight bun. Cool, assessing eyes met Lana’s.
“I’m Isabel,” she said, her voice smooth, professional. “Dean has asked me to ensure you have everything you need.”
Lana’s lips pressed into a thin line. He thinks he can manipulate me with comfort?
She stood slowly, refusing to be
