Elena Ross pov
“Someone inside this estate has been watching you.”
Adrian’s words followed me as we left the archive.
I had spent my entire life believing my past was simple. My parents had died in an accident, my aunt had raised me, and the Rossi name meant nothing beyond a family history I barely knew.
Now I was surrounded by armed guards, trapped in a mansion full of secrets, and married—or nearly married, depending on which part of Adrian’s confusing arrangements I chose to believe—to a man whose family might have helped destroy mine.
I touched the necklace beneath my blouse.
The small key hanging from it had belonged to my father. Aunt Clara had given it to me when I was younger, insisting that I never remove it.
Perhaps she had known more than she admitted.
“Adrian,” I said,
