(Anna’s POV)
Dominic’s penthouse had the kind of silence that didn’t comfort—it oppressed. It was vast, immaculate, and cold. The air was always scented faintly of cedarwood and expensive cologne, and yet I still felt like I couldn’t breathe. The high ceilings only made the place feel emptier, like I was shouting into a void and getting nothing back but echoes of myself.
I spent most of my time pacing between the bedroom, the kitchen, and his sprawling glass-walled office, where I managed an endless loop of meetings, calls, and meticulously structured schedules. I hadn’t known a crime lord’s life could look so much like a Fortune 500 CEO’s. But Dominic’s empire wasn’t built on muscle alone—it ran on discipline, strategy, and an unsettling ability to predict everyone’s next move.
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