The morning sun was still rubbing sleep from its eyes when a long, polished limousine crept through the iron gates of Damian’s estate. Its glossy black body glinted against the light, moving with silent precision across the stone driveway.
Elena stood on the balcony just outside the main bedroom, one hand resting lightly on the cold railing. She hadn’t dressed yet—just a silk robe tied at the waist, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Damian had barely spoken all morning. He was more distant than usual, and his eyes had kept darting to his watch like he was counting down to something.
“Are we expecting someone?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
Damian didn’t answer immediately. He simply stared at the limo as it stopped in front of the main entrance. His jaw clenched. T
