Leila’s breath hitched as she stared at the figure emerging from the estate’s massive doorway. Her pulse raced, and her stomach churned with disbelief. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.
It was him.
The man standing before her was a ghost from her past—someone she had long thought was dead. His tailored suit, silver hair, and cold, calculating eyes brought back memories she had tried to bury years ago.
"Marcus?" Her voice trembled with shock and confusion. "How—how are you alive?"
Marcus smirked, the expression chilling in its familiarity. He stepped into the light, his hands in his pockets, looking as though he hadn’t aged a day since the last time she saw him. "Surprised to see me, Leila?" His tone was smooth as if they were simply old acquaintances catching up.
She couldn't believe h
