Selene’s POV
My hands trembled in my lap as I sat in the cab that rolled toward Dominic’s mansion. I held Aria in my arms, feeling her tiny heart beating against mine, and still, the panic wouldn’t fade.
"I'm not the problem"Victoria's word replayed in my head but I shook it it off. My jaw clenched. Over my dead body.
I paid the driver and stepped out of the cab, the iron gates parted slowly. The mansion loomed in the late afternoon light, pristine and proud. I didn’t wait for a knock. I pushed open the front door with the code Dominic had given me long ago.
“Hello?” I called softly, stepping into the cool marbled foyer.
I heard footsteps. Light and feminine. The familiar click of heeled sandals on polished floors.
“Ma’am Selene?” a voice said.
I turned to see the nanny, Serah emerg
