The mansion had always felt like a maze to Manda, its endless corridors and grand, polished rooms twisting and turning until she could no longer tell where she was. Every hallway, every stairwell, seemed to lead deeper into the cold, silent world of the Obianujus - a world that felt more alien to her with each passing day. The stillness was oppressive, and though the house was alive with activity, it felt like an empty shell, its grandeur hiding the darkness beneath.
It had been nearly a week since Manda’s arrival in the mansion, and each day brought new challenges. The walls of the mansion pressed in on her from all sides, but it was the people who truly made her feel small, insignificant. Sebastian had made it clear that she was nothing more than an accessory to his life - a tool, a nec
