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Laura’s POV The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the penthouse. The day had passed in a blur of anxiety and unanswered questions. My fingers traced the edge of the teacup, now cold and untouched, while my thoughts danced around the decision I had made. The contract, Antonio, the future—it was all crashing down on me like a wave. How did I end up here? I replayed the conversation in my head for the hundredth time, trying to make sense of it all. Antonio had presented the contract as if it were the most logical thing in the world, a simple transaction between two adults. But nothing about this felt simple. There was a heaviness to the decision, a sense that I had agreed to something far bigger than I could comprehend. The penthouse, with its pristine white