Chapter 13 Work Week

• The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian’s penthouse, casting a soft glow over the sleek marble countertops. Elena sat at the kitchen island, cradling a cup of warm ginger tea Damian had left for her before heading to the gym. She could still smell his cologne lingering in the air.
• Her stomach twisted again. Morning sickness had become her new normal, but today’s nausea felt laced with nerves more than hormones. It was her first full week back at Lancaster Holdings. And today, she was walking back into a battlefield.
• She pressed a hand gently to her stomach. “We’ve got this,” she whispered.