Morning arrived far too soon.Sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, soft and golden, like it didn’t know it was walking into emotional chaos. Elara lay still, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the night before.The hallway.His voice.Maybe it stopped feeling fake…She sat up abruptly.“No,” she muttered. “Focus.”This was still a contract marriage. Feelings were not part of the agreement. Sleepless nights weren’t either but here she was.She got ready quietly, choosing a simple outfit instead of the designer dresses laid out for her. If the world insisted on seeing her as Adrian Knight’s