The car pulled to a stop at last, right in front of the frosty iron gates of the West family villa.
Bathed in the dark night, the sprawling West Villa loomed like a silent giant beast, oozing an unsettling, heavy aura that settled like lead in the air.
The bodyguards "escorted" Mira out of the car, essentially marching her straight into the main hall.
The whole room blazed with bright lights, yet not a single soul stirred inside. Only the flames dancing in the fireplace offered a thin, fake thread of warmth that died as soon as it touched the cold air.
"Miss Blake, the young master requests your presence in his bedroom."
A man who looked every bit the stiff family butler delivered the order with a completely blank face.
Mira's heart dropped straight through her stomach.
His bedroom?
