Two Weeks Later…
Alina couldn’t believe she had already spent two weeks in the devil’s house. Every day felt the same: either sleeping, wandering around the house, or drowning in boredom.
She hardly saw Liam. Each morning, he came downstairs briefly, drinking his coffee while reading the newspaper. By the time she finished her breakfast, he was already gone, and she wouldn’t see him again until the next day.
She missed her parents and her grandmother deeply, though they called every day to check on her. At least they were doing well. Her father had even been able to pay back the bank loan, all thanks to Liam.
One afternoon, lying restlessly on her bed, Alina finally stood up. She needed to find something to do.
As she walked downstairs, a sweet aroma drifted from the kitchen. Lunch wa
