Chapter 7 - THE SAFE HOUSE
Alexander drove them to a secluded cabin in the mountains, a property owned by his late grandfather that wasn't on any corporate ledger. For three days, they hid from the world.
Without the noise of the city and the constant threat of death, the walls between them broke down. Rosa tended to Alexander's wound, changing his bandages. She saw the vulnerability beneath the billionaire's armor. He wasn't the ruthless tycoon the media portrayed; he was a man devastated by the betrayal of his company.
One evening, by the fireplace, Mia fell asleep on Alexander's chest. Rosa sat beside them, watching the flames.
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"David was a good man," Alexander said softly, stroking Mia's hair. "I am so sorry I wasn't there to stop this."
"You're here now," Rosa whispered. She leaned in, and in the quiet safety of the cabin, their lips met. It was a kiss born of shared trauma, profound gratitude, and an undeniable, burning spark that had ignited the moment he asked a forgotten child to dance.
