The next morning, the tension in the air was suffocating.
Theo hadn’t spoken to me since last night, but I felt his presence like a shadow, lurking, waiting.
When the door finally opened, it wasn’t Hailey who stepped in. It was one of his men—a tall, intimidating figure dressed in a black suit, his face unreadable.
"Get up. We’re leaving," he said, his tone flat.
I exhaled slowly and stood, refusing to let my nerves show.
Outside, Theo was already waiting, dressed in a crisp black suit, his expression unreadable. He didn’t acknowledge me as I stepped out.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce was parked in the driveway, its tinted windows gleaming under the morning sun. One of Theo’s drivers held the door open, and without a word, I slid inside.
Theo followed, settling into the seat beside me,
