Elena’s POV.
PRESENT TIME.
A soft knock sounded on my door. I stood up from the edge of the bed, heart already beating a little faster. When I opened it, I expected the usual older maid with the empty eyes. Instead, a young woman in her early twenties stood there. She had a polite smile and kind eyes.
“The Volkov brothers have requested your presence,” she said gently. “Please follow me.”
I hesitated for only a second before stepping out. My bare feet moved quietly across the soft carpet as I followed her through the long hallways. The mansion felt different at this hour quieter, Every step made my stomach twist with nerves.
I kept telling myself I had already decided to stop fighting so hard. That cooperating might buy me more freedom. But the closer we got to wherever they were wai
