~ALEXANDRO'S POV~
I watched her from the doorway.
Simone Alejandro stood by the balcony windows, a silhouette against the dying sun.
She'd changed into the clothes I'd provided, a simple black dress that hugged her curves before falling loosely to her knees.
Even in captivity, she held herself like royalty, spine straight, chin lifted. The perfect posture of a woman who'd been taught since birth that weakness was unacceptable.
Five years.
That's how long I'd waited for this moment. Five years since that night in Monaco when neither of us had revealed our true identities.
By the time I discovered who she was, it was too late. She was already promised to Rafael Russo, already untouchable.
Until today.
"Dinner will be served in five minutes," I said, breaking the
