Mia’s POV
Damien didn’t let me go far after catching me with the files. He kept me close — too close — as he secured the penthouse and made tense phone calls. His presence filled every room, a constant reminder that I was no longer just his contract wife. I was carrying his child, and now I was trapped in his dangerous world.
“You’re not leaving my side until I find who’s sending those messages,” he said firmly, guiding me to the living room. The city lights sparkled beyond the windows, but the view felt like a beautiful cage.
We sat on the wide sofa, forced into intimate proximity. His arm rested along the back of the couch, fingers occasionally brushing my shoulder. The heavy silence pressed down on us.
“Tell me about Sophia,” I said quietly. “The real story, not the files.”
Damien’
