(Dominic’s POV)
The soft click of the penthouse door echoed behind her as Anna left—sharp, final, like the last note of a symphony that had no encore.
And yet it didn’t bring closure. If anything, it unsettled me more.
I stood there for a long moment, leaning against the edge of my desk, eyes still on the stack of freshly signed documents. The contract between us wasn’t just legal—it was personal. It was control. It was a tether, one I’d waited five years to wrap around her again.
She was mine.
But not the way I wanted her. Not yet.
She had signed with her hand, not her heart.
Even in compliance, Anna was defiant. Every line she read, every page she signed—her jaw had been clenched, her voice brittle. Like each word carved into her was a scar.
She hadn't surrendered.
She’d traded
