Chapter 4

Raphael was not just a businessman; he was a man with shadows. Secrets curled around him like smoke, and Isabel felt them even as she fell deeper. The way he touched her was worship, but the way he held back whispered of hidden pain. One night, as they lay tangled in silk and sweat, she traced a scar along his ribs. "Tell me something real, Raphael." He exhaled against her bare shoulder. "Some truths ruin the beauty of a moment. Would you still want me if you knew all of mine?" She should have left. But desire was a cruel captor, and love—love was an intoxicating poison.