Emily thought they would stay hidden in the penthouse forever, wrapped in their isolated reality. But three days after that morning, Alexander emerged from his study with a look that told her their sanctuary time was ending.
"Get dressed," he said, his voice carrying that tone of absolute authority she'd come to recognize. "We're going out."
"Out?" Emily looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read. "Alexander, everyone is looking for us. Interpol, the media—"
"Let them look." His smile was cold and calculating, the ruthless CEO returning after days of raw vulnerability. "I'm done hiding. We're going to remind everyone exactly who I am and what it means to challenge me."
Two hours later, Emily found herself in a private elevator heading to an exclusive designer atelier in Central Hong Kong. The kind of place that didn't have a storefront, where appointments were made months in advance and the minimum purchase started at six figures.
