The next few days inside Vance Manor blurred together in a quiet, luxurious routine that Clara had never experienced in her entire life. Her world had completely shifted from a freezing, damp warehouse floor to a sanctuary of silk sheets, crackling fireplaces, and the constant, overwhelming shadow of Adrian Vance.
Every morning, like clockwork, the finest organic teas and precisely measured meals were brought to her suite by a team of highly trained, silent maids. But Clara knew none of this comfort was out of charity. It was the absolute, protective control of a businessman guarding his investment. And yet, every single time she heard his heavy, deliberate footsteps walking into her room, her heart did a strange, dangerous leap against her ribs.
It was Thursday evening. The grand flo
