The rain had stopped hours ago, but the world still smelled of thunder. Elena stood by the window, arms folded, staring into the storm-soaked city that glittered like broken glass. The reflection that stared back at her wasn’t the woman she used to be. Her eyes looked older, sharper—haunted.
Her phone buzzed again. Lucas.
She hesitated before answering. “Lucas, I told you—”
“Elena, listen to me,” his voice came low, urgent. “You can’t trust him. Damian’s been lying to you since the day you met.”
Her stomach tightened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do.” His breath came ragged through the line. “He’s involved in things you can’t imagine. The company, the deals, the missing files—he’s covering something up, and you’re right in the middle of it.”
She closed her eyes. “Th
