The penthouse was eerily silent after Elijah’s departure. Adriana stood in the middle of the living room, her heart still racing from the confrontation. She could feel Marco’s presence behind her, but she didn’t turn to face him immediately. Not yet.
Her thoughts swirled around her like a storm. Everything she thought she understood about her life, about Marco, was crumbling. She had tried to break free of the web of lies she was entangled in, but each move she made seemed to draw her deeper into it.
Marco’s footsteps approached, heavy with the weight of the unspoken. He stopped just behind her, but his presence was like a looming shadow, suffocating and all-encompassing.
“Why?” he asked softly, his voice thick with frustration.
Adriana didn’t answer at first. Her gaze was fixed on the
