The next morning, Hazel woke up with a cold, sharp focus. She did not cry. She did not feel heartbroken. Instead, a quiet, burning anger settled deep inside her chest.
As she walked out of her Mayfair penthouse, she finally noticed the small details she had missed before. The tiny red blinking light of the security camera in the hallway. The way the building’s security guard watched her a little too closely. The company driver already knew exactly where she was going without asking.
She wasn't just working for Nicholas Vance. She was living inside his giant, invisible cage.
She walked into the Kensington office early. When Oliver saw her, his face lit up with his usual bright smile. He walked over, holding two cups of coffee.
"Morning, Hazel!" Oliver said cheerfully. "I brought you you
