I was still processing the night before when Alexander turned to me, his eyes cold as ever, and ordered, "Come."
I had no choice but to follow him. We got into one of his chic black cars, and the driver quickly took us to another mansion, which was even more opulent than the last. I thought my life couldn’t become more complicated, yet I was wrong. Alexander had emphasized that my safety—and my situation—was far more complicated than I had ever imagined.
When we arrived, I followed him inside, unsure of what to expect next. The place was stunning, but it felt like a different world altogether. The walls were lined with dark wood, expensive art, and antique furniture. But what struck me most was the silence. There was something haunting about this place—an eeriness that made the air feel
