Isabella’s POV
I had barely seen the full extent of the mansion when Alessio casually mentioned Dante would show me around. I was still reeling from the strange quietness of my room, the unsettling silence that filled the air. The whole place was too pristine, too perfect, a place that felt more like a prison than a home.
Dante, who seemed eerily calm as ever, led me through the sprawling halls of the estate, explaining the history behind every inch of the space as though I should care. But my mind was elsewhere, absorbing everything, studying the layout, the entrances, exits, and secret corners.
What really caught my attention, though, were the hidden doors behind tapestries, the spiraling staircases that led to undiscovered rooms, and the unexpected labyrinth of corridors beneath the
