Rachel's POV
Mum had married Victor Harrington six months ago in a whirlwind that still made my head spin.
Now, I was being summoned to California because “family should live together.” I didn’t want to live together. I wanted my freedom. But Mom had looked at me with those big, hopeful eyes, and I’d caved.
I parked next to a Lamborghini and killed the engine. For a second I just sat there, staring up at the mansion.
“Miss Rachel,” the butler said with a small bow. “Welcome home.”
Home. The word tasted like ash.
I grabbed my duffel from the backseat myself and followed him inside.
And then I saw him. He was coming down the grand staircase like he owned gravity itself.
Alexander Harrington or Alex as everyone calls him. Twenty four, heir to the tech empire. He was beautiful, I c
