LENA POV
Lena's adrenaline rush had subsided, leaving her weak and unsteady. She clung to the strength she had left as Mortetti's man guided her to her room.
She stepped out of the elevator, and the penthouse unfolded before her—sleek, modern, and vast.
Her tired eyes couldn't help but take it all in.
Black marble floors gleamed under soft ambient lighting, while white walls created a sharp contrast with the minimalist furniture. A long white leather sofa and black chrome tables were arranged with precision, and glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a view of the city below. The whole space felt cold, calculated, and immaculate. Just like Rafe Moretti.
She was led down a hallway to her room, where the starkness continued. The man left her without a word and she st
