Chapter 11
The silk sheets, cool against her skin, felt strangely alien in the opulent bedroom. Charlotte traced the intricate embroidery, the threads as fine as the lies her grandfather had woven around her. He’d lied to her countless times and she’d not once fallen for his sweet words. She’d known her grandfather for the snake he was.
The room itself was a masterpiece of calculated extravagance, a gilded cage designed to lull her into a false sense of security. Crystal chandeliers cast a shimmering light on the polished mahogany furniture, reflecting in the vast mirrors that seemed to multiply the already overwhelming sense of luxury. But the beauty was superficial, a façade concealing the cold, hard reality of her situation. The air, thick with the scent of expensive perfume and somet
