The mansion was eerily quiet when Mona finally made her way back to the guest room that Ian had assigned to her. The luxurious space felt suffocating, its opulence a reminder of the world she was now tangled in—a world she neither understood nor wanted any part of. The weight of Ian’s words still echoed in her mind, the venom in his voice lingering like an unshakable shadow.
She locked the door behind her, feeling a small sense of control in the simple act. The room was cold, but she didn’t care. She stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind her with a soft click, and stripped off her clothes, letting them fall to the marble floor. The cool air stung her skin, but she welcomed the chill, needing something to snap her out of the whirlwind of thoughts that kept spinning in her mind.
