ANTALYA'S POV
This ends tonight.
I raised my fist to knock, and let my fury guide me forward.
The door swung open at my touch - unlocked, almost inviting. The suite beyond was dimly lit by moonlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, expensive furniture casting long shadows across polished marble floors.
He's not even here. The coward isn't even here.
"DOMINIC!" I screamed into the empty room, my voice echoing off the walls. "WHERE ARE YOU? COME OUT AND FACE ME!"
I stormed through the suite, checking the bedroom, the bathroom, even the walk-in closet. Everything was perfectly arranged, from his designer suits hanging in precise rows to his cologne bottles lined up on the vanity like soldiers.
All this luxury, all this perfection, while my parents are dead.
"I KNOW YOU'RE H
