Bella slammed the door to her apartment, her heart still racing.
She pressed her fingers to her temples, exhaling shakily. What the hell just happened?
One moment, she had been at Sinclair Tower, blending in, following her father's orders. The next, she was drowning in the dark, hypnotic presence of Damien Sinclair.
The way he had looked at her. The way his voice had curled around her name like a promise. You're already in one.
A shiver ran down her spine, but she ignored it.
She needed to remember why she was here.
Her father, Judge Marcus Laurent, had been working for years to expose Damien Sinclair's empire. He believed Sinclair Enterprises was more than just an international conglomerate—it was built on corruption, secret dealings, and whispered threats. And now, Bella had a chance to help take it down from the inside.
All she had to do was get close to him.
But not too close.
She shook her head, pushing away the memory of his touch.
This isn't a game.
She couldn't let herself be affected. Damien Sinclair was powerful, dangerous, and completely off-limits.
Then her phone buzzed.
She reached for it, expecting a message from her father.
Instead, the screen flashed an unknown number.
Stay away from Damien Sinclair. This is your only warning.
Bella's stomach clenched.
Her eyes darted around the apartment, suddenly feeling exposed. Who the hell was this? Was it someone working for Sinclair? Or was it someone trying to protect her?
She quickly typed a reply.
Who is this?
No answer.
She swallowed hard, staring at the message.
A warning. A threat.
And yet… all she could think about was Damien's voice whispering against her skin. You should walk away. But I won't let you.
Bella exhaled.
She should be afraid. She should report this.
Instead, all she felt was undeniable curiosity