Emilie’s POV
The penthouse was too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your skin crawl.
I stood in my bedroom, staring at the crumpled note in my hand:
“Your father’s debts aren’t paid. Leave Milo, or he’ll pay the price.” I’d hidden it in my pocket for days, but it felt heavier now, like a secret that could explode any second.
Milo’s words from last night in his study “Don’t play games with me”, kept replaying in my head.
His voice had been sharp, his eyes searching mine for lies, and I’d almost told him about the note. Almost. But the way he’d looked at me, like he was ready to punish any betrayal, stopped me cold.
Rain still tapped against the windows, a gray curtain that made the city look like a smudged painting. I hadn’t slept, not after Zoya’s warning about Andrew meeting
