Chapter 23 The Masquerade Of Control

Morning arrived like a quiet betrayal. Sunlight bled through the curtains, soft and golden, the kind of morning that belonged to peace—not the chaos that lived in Ivy’s chest. She hadn’t slept much. The walls of this glass prison weren’t just see-through—they were watchful. Every inch of this place felt like it had eyes, like Damien had turned the very architecture into an extension of himself.