Author's POV
Mona's eyes scanned the grandeur of the mansion, her mind still reeling from the absurdity of the situation. The lavish chandelier above her sparkled like a thousand stars, casting a soft, golden glow across the marble floors. Every inch of the place seemed crafted to showcase excess—rich mahogany furniture, glistening vases of exotic flowers, and walls lined with portraits that screamed old money.
She couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of disbelief.
Ian’s voice broke her momentary distraction, his words low, teasing. "I know you're just a local girl, not used to anything like this. But don’t worry, Miss Carter. You’ll be staying here while I get my money back from you."
His breath brushed against her skin, cold yet somehow passionate, making her skin prickle with unea
