(Anna’s POV)
The penthouse was a fortress in the sky.
A glass-walled temple to wealth and power, where every inch gleamed with polished opulence and cold perfection. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the main living space like eyes on the city, as if Dominic needed to own the skyline to feel in control.
From the outside, it was a dream. From the inside, it was a trap.
My cage.
Sleek leather furniture, minimalist art pieces, smart lighting that changed with the time of day—it was the kind of place designed to impress, not comfort. Even the silence was intentional here, cushioned by soundproof walls and thick carpets that swallowed footsteps like secrets.
But it didn’t matter how expensive it was.
I’d still traded my soul to be here.
My room—if it could even be called that—was
