Molly
My eyes sweep over soaring ceilings and warm lighting that glows like honey against polished marble floors. The space somehow manages to be vintage and modern at the same time. Ornate moldings frame sleek glass walls. Old world chandeliers hang above minimalist furniture that probably costs more than my entire existence. Everything is elegant, luxurious, and effortlessly intimidating.
I just stand there, frozen, my brain scrambling to catch up.
Is this actually his house?
Who the f**k is Charles.
I knew he was mysterious. I knew he was powerful. I didn't know he was this rich. This isn’t just wealth. This is legacy money. Quiet power money. The kind of money that doesn’t scream because it doesn’t need to.
Charles squeezes my hand, smiling like he hasn’t just casually shatter
