The car rolled to a halt outside the grand entrance of yet another colossal, palace-like estate, more magnificent than anything Emilia had ever laid her eyes on.
It was a vision of surreal beauty and untouchable luxury, glittering under the evening lights like a dream crafted only for those who lived far above the misery she came from.
Emilia sat stiffly inside the vehicle, her trembling hands resting on her lap as her wide eyes anxiously scanned the towering gates and the elegant architecture. Her heart pounded with uncertainty, her breath shallow as she tried to prepare herself for whatever awaited.
Still engulfed by nerves, she was startled when her name was called—gently, almost tenderly.
"Emilia," Shane said in a soft, composed tone, his voice smooth like velvet, a stark contrast
