I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating nonstop against the nightstand. For a few seconds, I stayed still beneath the blankets, staring at the gray light leaking through the curtains of Christian’s penthouse bedroom.
My body felt heavy from exhaustion, I had barely slept after everything that happened the night before the meeting with Valentina, Christian’s warnings, the growing feeling that I was standing in the middle of something far bigger than a ruined engagement.
The television across the room was still on mute from last night. Entertainment headlines flashed across the screen in bright red banners while images of me and Christian rotated behind them.
I reached for my phone slowly, the moment the screen lit up, anxiety settled hard in my chest. There were 93 notifications, m
