Enzo's POV
The Blackheart Mansion was dark, lonely, and exactly as I’d left it.
I stood in the middle of the living room, slowly scanning the place. There were no feminine shoes by the door, and the doorknob was dusty, just as it should be. I hadn’t been here in a long while, and it would’ve freaked me out if some random wife had actually shown up.
I sniffed the air. It smelled of expensive leather and a faint trace of my cologne. No unfamiliar perfume. Nothing that didn’t belong.
A wave of relief washed over me.
She isn’t here.
“Grandma Iris and her pranks,” I murmured, walking further in and draping my jacket over the couch. “She must be getting desperate. She’s forcing me to get a wife at this point.”
Maybe she wasn’t lying, and I really did have a wife. The papers looked real en
