(Mannie’s POV)
We stepped into the lobby, and I swear I forgot how to breathe for a second.
I had seen wealth before. At least I had seen the way Zarah flaunted hers and at the places I had worked. Though Zarah flaunted hers like a peacock, always surrounding herself with golden chandeliers, oversized portraits, and diamond-shaped mirrors that served no purpose. Her house screamed money and pride.
But this? This was different.
Dominic's home wasn’t loud about its wealth. There were no screaming colors or golden lions. The walls were soft cream, smooth and spotless.
The lighting was warm and gentle. Minimalist paintings hung in simple black frames, and yet I knew—I could feel it in my bones, that everything here cost more than my entire life savings.
This wasn’t just money. It was pow
