Chapter 23 The Masquerade Of Control

• Morning arrived like a quiet betrayal.
• Sunlight bled through the curtains, soft and golden, the kind of morning that belonged to peace—not the chaos that lived in Ivy’s chest. She hadn’t slept much. The walls of this glass prison weren’t just see-through—they were watchful. Every inch of this place felt like it had eyes, like Damien had turned the very architecture into an extension of himself.
• She kicked off the sheets with a sigh and swung her legs off the bed. No locks on the doors. No phone. Just a stunning view of the endless forest and a feeling she was more a part of the decor than an actual guest.