Quinn
As I lay in bed, Lachlan's arm wrapped possessively around me, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. The events of the evening kept replaying in my mind like a broken record – the opulent decorations, the laughter, the hushed conversations, and the undercurrent of tension that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface.
I thought back to the document I had discovered earlier, the one outlining Lachlan's plan to acquire a rival company by any means necessary. The more I learned about his empire, the more I realized that nothing was as it seemed. Every smile, every laugh, every gesture seemed to hide a deeper motive, a more sinister intent.
Lachlan stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open as he gazed up at the ceiling. "Sleep eluding
