Maya's POV
The stone pathway wound through the vineyard, each lantern casting dancing shadows that flickered against the darkness. Sweet grape fragrance mingled with rich earth, a scent that had become familiar during these months at the estate. Above us, the nearly full moon painted the endless vine rows in silver light, making the entire landscape feel like something from a fairy tale.
Sebastian moved beside me without speaking, his fingers occasionally grazing mine but never quite connecting. Every line of his body screamed tension. His shoulders were rigid, his jaw clenched tight. Most men would be celebrating after gaining control of a business empire worth billions. Instead, he was here with me in the quiet vineyard, carrying the weight of secrets that had grown too heavy to bear.
