HIS PENTHOUSE OBSESSION: A Split-Screen Love Story

The wall in his penthouse was covered with photographs. Every single one was of her.

Sienna Cole authenticates art for a living. She reads forgeries the way other people read faces — in the brushstrokes, in the tension of thread, in the lies a surface tells when you know where to press.

So when reclusive billionaire Dominic Ashford hires her to examine his private collection, she does what she always does. She looks closer.

She finds the hidden room. The monitors. Two years of surveillance photographs arranged with the precision of a museum exhibition.

All of her. Every angle. Every season.

She should call the police. She should run.

She asks him who the other shadow in the photographs belongs to.

That's the wrong question. It's also the only one that matters — because someone else has been watching her too. Someone who doesn't curate. Someone who collects.

Dominic offers the only safe place he has: his penthouse. Three cameras in the guest room. He tells her where each one is. He doesn't watch past 10 PM. He knows her coffee order, her shampoo brand, the book on her private Amazon wishlist.

He knows things about her no lover has ever noticed.

And she doesn't close the curtain.