LEENA'S POV
The gentle buzz of the city resonated through the penthouse while I faced the mirror, my fingers shaking as I fixed the strap of my dress. The rich green fabric hugged my figure, yet it was the burden of the secret I bore that felt most oppressive. The image looking back at me wasn’t the self-assured, self-reliant woman I once was, but rather someone trapped in a situation from which she couldn’t break free.
Zack’s engagement proposal had truly been a display of dominance. He viewed me as a chance, a valuable addition to his family's empire, and now, I was merely an instrument he had employed to strengthen his standing. It wasn't solely that, however. What began as a simple game of convenience had evolved into something far more complex. An agreement in writing, yet somethin
