Santorini embodied every dream of paradise—its whitewashed homes clung to cliffs, cobalt domes sparkled under a clear blue sky, and the Aegean Sea unfurled like liquid sapphire.
Yet for Sienna Blake, this paradise resembled a battlefield.
She adjusted her wide-brimmed hat to shield her face from the sun and inquisitive gazes as she entered the expansive cliffside resort. The air was rich with the scent of saltwater and opulence. Billionaires toasted with champagne in their linen suits, while heiresses strolled by in high-end sandals, their security personnel disguised as sunburned spouses.
Jack stood beside her, clad in a navy suit and reflective sunglasses, murmuring quietly, “Are you sure he’s here?”
“Absolutely,” she responded, noticing the Arcturus Systems logo subtly embroidered o
