The private jet cruised above the clouds, a sleek silhouette gliding toward Geneva’s cold, wintry horizon. Inside, the cabin was quiet—too quiet. Damian sat across from Lena in a tailored navy shirt, his expression unreadable as he scrolled through reports on his tablet. His silence wasn’t new. It had settled between them like an invisible wall ever since they left New York.
Lena stared out the window, her fingers gently tracing the frost that clung to the glass. The Alps loomed faintly in the distance, like silent watchers of the storm brewing beneath the surface of her thoughts.
She was trying to be calm. Composed. She told herself she was here for business, that this trip was just another charade in their perfectly choreographed partnership. But it wasn’t just business anymore. Not si
