Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Nine
Vanessa’s POV
The soft, golden light of the Spanish sun crept slowly across the cool marble floor of our guest suite, chasing away the faint, lingering shadows of the night. I opened my eyes slowly, letting out a long, contented sigh as the gentle sound of the Mediterranean Sea rolled through the open terrace doors. The air was warm, sweet, and heavy with the rich scent of blooming orange blossoms and fresh saltwater. For a brief moment, my mind tried to trick me into looking for danger—the old, familiar instinct to worry about the heavy corporate drama and the terrifying shadows of the Al-Mansour family that had chased us for so long. But as my eyes adjusted to the brilliant, sunlit beauty of the villa in Marbella, the last remnants of that old fear d
