Chapter 15 Fifteen

• Morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating my room with a soft glow that doesn't match my mood.
• Last night feels like a dream... or a nightmare. Dante's hands on my skin, his lips against mine, the way he pulled away. The rejection stings more than it should.
• I sit up slowly, my hand automatically moving to my rounded belly. The baby kicks, a gentle reminder of why I'm here. Not for romance. Not for connection. Just business. A transaction.