The secret affair became an addiction, a dangerous game played in the dark corners of the mansion. Every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every moment we were together felt like a rebellion against the life Lyrien had planned for me. With Damian, I wasn't Lyrien's possession. I was just Rosa. But the more time I spent with Damian, the more I noticed things that didn't quite add up. He had an unusual understanding of my past, a knowledge of the brothel that went beyond what I'd told him. He knew the names of some of the girls and even mentioned a few clients who frequented the place. I brushed it off at first, assuming it was just small talk, but the details he knew were too specific.
One night, we met in the library. Damian had a playful smirk on his face as he walked in, carryin
