The morning after didn’t come with the blissful haze Amelia thought it might.
Instead, it arrived with a chill down her spine.
She stood alone in Sebastian’s penthouse kitchen, wrapped in his oversized shirt, cradling a mug of black coffee she hadn’t touched. The city sprawled out through the glass walls before her, golden sunlight casting long shadows across the floor—but inside, something felt… off.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Too temporary.
Sebastian was in the shower, the sound of water muffled behind the bedroom door. But Amelia’s mind was elsewhere—back in the boardroom, back in the firestorm of exposed secrets and Isabelle’s venom.
Back in the silence that followed.
Because not all the whispers had died with Isabelle’s fall.
And she could feel it in her bones—someone else was sti
