Author's POV
Elena groaned in pain as she regained her senses.
She struggled to open her eyes and felt unsteady. Her world appeared to spin endlessly. Her hands grasped her head, which throbbed violently.
After a while, she discovered she was asleep on a large, warm, four-poster bed.
"Where am I?"
Now she tried to remember what had happened to her the last time.
"This is Damian's house, right?" she muttered under her breath.
She was constantly blinking to get perfect vision and grimacing again; her nape, shoulders, and back ached like a heavy weight was mashing down on her body.
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The room that Elena occupies is immense and luxurious.
She was scanning and exploring the interior, which looked decent and elegant. All the furniture in her room was made of polished teak wood w
