Elena’s POV
I wake up the next morning feeling like I never actually slept.
My eyes are heavy. My body feels drained. My mind is still stuck on Daniel’s messages, repeating them over and over until they form one long echo I cannot escape.
Ask Adrian about his real reason for marrying you.
I push the thought aside and force myself out of bed. I have the skincare meeting with Taylor at ten. I cannot afford to show up looking like my life is falling apart.
I shower, dress in a soft white blouse and tailored jeans, and put my hair up in a clean ponytail. The makeup is kept simple, natural, and fresh. I stare at myself in the mirror one more time. I look normal. Calm. Fine.
I am none of those things.
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The penthouse is still silent when I step out of my room.
I try not to look toward
