C98 Chapter 98

Medora

Waking up as Mrs. Miller was… surreal.

I stretched lazily in bed, blinking against the golden morning light filtering through the windows. The penthouse was quiet except for the distant hum of the city. The previous night had been a blur—dancing, drinking, laughing, and Clyde announcing he bought an entire island like he was picking up groceries.

I turned my head and smiled