The sharp ring of the landline in the living room cut through the heavy silence, jarring both of us.
Finn's face twisted with obvious irritation, and he strode over to pick up the call, his posture stiff with annoyance.
I knew there was no escaping him for now, so I decided to make the best of a bad situation and wandered toward the curved, sweeping staircase leading to the second floor.
The entire villa was decorated in a sleek Baroque style, with a minimalist palette of black, white, and slate gray—a design that suited my taste perfectly, much to my surprise.
The second floor was laid out simply, dominated by a massive walk-in closet divided into two sections: one for clothing, the other for fine jewelry and luxury handbags.
What stopped me cold, though, was that every single item w
