CHAPTER 27: WHEN TRUST BLEEDS
The morning light spilled gently across the penthouse, but the atmosphere inside remained heavy and breathless, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Elena stood near the tall window, her back straight, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her blouse. She had barely slept. Adrian's words from the night before—the coldness in his tone, the suspicion she heard—still clung to her.
Adrian was silent behind her, the kind of silence that forced the blood in her veins to move slower.
She could feel his eyes on her back.
Ever since the confrontation with his father, since the discovery of the mysterious file with Elena's name on it, the air between them had shifted. Trust, already fragile, now trembled under the weight of secrets neither of them understood.
Elena swallowed.
"Say something," she whispered finally.
Adrian didn't lift his gaze from the documents spread across his desk. "I said everything I needed to say last night."
