Zoey’s POV
Rain tapped softly against the massive penthouse windows when I woke up the next morning, but the sound wasn’t calming anymore, everything about the room felt still.
For a few seconds, I stayed curled beneath the blankets, fragments of the previous night replayed in my head, the leaked photographs, the headlines and Christian’s silence when the media asked if our relationship had started before my engagement collapsed.
And the look on his face when that old charity gala photo appeared onscreen. I finally pushed myself upright, exhaustion clinging to my body, the digital clock beside the bed read a little after seven, I had barely slept three hours.
The penthouse was unusually quiet as I stepped out into the hallway, then I noticed the guards, two men in dark suits stood near
