Sleep didn’t come easy.
Every time Tracy closed her eyes, the flashes of camera bulbs returned. The kiss. The headlines. The smug gleam in Carter’s eyes as he turned her life into a spectacle. By dawn, she’d barely drifted at all, the city lights still burning against her eyelids.
When she finally rose, Alex was gone—off to whatever business empires demanded at ungodly hours. The penthouse was silent, cavernous. Too big, too empty.
She wandered to the kitchen, made herself coffee she didn’t drink, and tried to ignore the steady hum of her phone. Messages from strangers filled her inbox—adoration, mockery, questions she couldn’t answer.
But one notification stopped her cold.
It wasn’t from a stranger. It was an email. The sender: Carter Industries PR.
The subject line: “Knight’s Fianc
