Antalya's POV
For three days, I became a ghost in Dominic's mansion. I watched him from shadows, memorized his routines, studied when he ate, what he drank, who prepared his meals. Every detail mattered if I was going to succeed this time.
Breakfast at seven, always black coffee first. Lunch in his study, usually while working. Dinner at eight, sometimes with wine. I catalogued everything in my mind while maintaining my facade of hatred and defiance.
The hardest part was being patient. Every instinct screamed at me to act now, to pour the poison into his coffee the moment I saw an opportunity. But I couldn't be reckless. If I suddenly acted nice or cooperative, he'd know something was wrong. Dominic was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
So I kept up my act. I refused meals, p
