SELENE
The guards at the villa gates didn’t even hesitate. One look at me, red hair, black dress, the confidence of a woman who used to rule this place, and they opened the gates like I still belonged here. Pathetic. Rafael really needed to tighten security if he wanted to keep his little rabbit safe.
I drove up the driveway like I owned it, heels clicking sharply against the stone. The grand villa loomed ahead, all white marble and expensive taste. My home once. Now it smelled like her. Like vanilla and fear.
Esteban was already waiting at the main door, looking confused but professionally polite.
“Miss Selene,” he said carefully. “Mr. Voss is not expecting visitors today. He asked not to be disturbed.”
I didn’t even slow down. I pushed past him, shoulder-checking the old man hard e
