The gates of the Yates Estate didn't just open; they retreated like a silent army.
As the Rolls-Royce glided onto the private grounds, Elara felt as though she were entering a different country—one governed by the laws of absolute wealth. The driveway was a two-mile stretch of heated obsidian stone, winding through an ancient forest of manicured silver birch trees that glowed like ghosts under the morning sun.
Then, the mansion appeared.
It was less of a house and more of a fountain of wealth. Constructed from ivory-white marble and reinforced glass, the architecture was a seamless blend of Neo-Classical grandeur and futuristic minimalism. A massive, three-tier fountain stood in the center of the circular driveway, featuring a sculpture of a leaping stallion carved from a single block o
