Elena’s POV
Jack’s laughter echoed through the penthouse like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
It was the first sound all day that didn’t feel heavy.
He was curled up on the rug with Dax, racing toy cars across the polished floor. The sight was so surreal that for a second, I wondered if I had slipped into some alternate reality—one where Dax wasn’t terrifying and Jack wasn’t my carefully kept secret.
I sat on the couch, hugging a throw pillow, pretending not to watch. But I couldn’t help it.
Jack’s eyes lit up every time Dax let him “win.” And Dax—this man who usually radiated power and control—was sitting cross-legged in a suit, growling out fake car noises just to make a little boy laugh.
My chest tightened.
Dinner was… almost normal.
Jack demanded panca
