Chapter Forty-Eight: Let The Game Begin
Marcus's POV The hotel lobby looks like a different universe. Crystal chandeliers blaze overhead, light splintering across polished marble floors. The air hums with voices—laughter, greetings, the low murmur of deals being whispered behind champagne flutes. Cameras flash nonstop near the entrance, photographers calling out names like they’re summoning royalty instead of executives. I feel Anna’s hand tighten in mine. Not fear—overwhelm. Courtney loops her arm through Anna’s without hesitation, grounding her the same way she always does. I catch the look Anna gives her—gratitude mixed with disbelief—and my chest swells. This world wasn’t built for Anna. But she belongs here anyway. “Okay,” Courtney murmurs, eyes wide as she takes everything in. “This feels illegal.” Anna laughs softly
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