CHAPTER 35: WHERE THE SEA IS QUIET
For the first time in years, Lena Moreau turned her phone off without checking it twice. The simple act felt almost criminal. No board alerts, no investor updates, no emergency messages disguised as polite emails. Just silence. She stood on the balcony of the small coastal villa Elias had somehow managed to reserve in secret, staring at the endless stretch of blue where the sea met the sky so cleanly it looked unreal. The town was quiet, tucked far enough from the city that ambition seemed like something that belonged to another life. White stone streets, slow mornings, locals who cared more about weather than stock prices. It was exactly the kind of place she would never have chosen for herself, which was probably why Elias had chosen it perfectly. Beh
