Chapter 64 The Fracture In Silence

• The villa in Santorini had been built like a fortress disguised as paradise. From the outside, it was a vision of whitewashed walls, sprawling balconies, and infinity pools spilling into the endless blue of the Aegean. But beneath its beauty, Ivy could feel the weight of iron—the locked gates, the hidden cameras, the guards who moved like shadows along the perimeters.
• Safety here was a gilded cage. She had grown used to cages.
• The air was deceptively calm that morning. Sunlight danced across the sea, painting the waves in gold. Ivy stood on the balcony of her suite, her hands resting against the rail as the wind whipped strands of her hair against her cheeks. Behind her, the silence stretched too long.