Adriana didn’t sleep that night.
Even though Marco had assured her that security had been tightened, the weight of the letter’s message refused to leave her mind.
Pawns are the easiest to sacrifice.
Whoever had sent it wanted her rattled. But more than that, they wanted to remind her that she was expendable.
She wasn’t naive enough to think this was just about her. No, this was about Marco. Someone was playing a bigger game, and she had been thrust into it the moment Eleanor Sinclair had called her his future wife in front of the city’s most powerful figures.
And now?
Now, the wolves were circling.
She sat by the massive windows of the penthouse, staring at the city skyline. New York never slept, but tonight, the glow of the city felt more ominous than comforting.
Footsteps echoed
