Olivia’s POV:
The days following Lily's arrival blurred together in a haze of perfectly orchestrated performances. I watched from the shadows as she played her role with frightening precision – the delicate, wounded omega who needed constant care and attention.
"Oh, these sheets are so rough against my sensitive skin," she would sigh, violet eyes downcast. "But please don't trouble yourselves. I'm used to discomfort..."
And Dominic would materialize as if summoned, his face thunderous. "Replace them immediately! Bring the silk sheets from my quarters!"
"My lord," a servant protested weakly, "those are your personal—"
"Did I stutter?" His voice cracked like a whip. "She needs comfort to heal!"
"Dominic, darling," Lily touched his arm with delicate fingers, "you're too kind. I don't wa
