The first night in his mansion felt nothing like a homecoming.
It felt like occupation.
She stood in the center of the master suite—if it could even be called that. It was larger than her entire former apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, revealing the city skyline glittering below like spilled diamonds. The bed, enormous and mercilessly elegant, sat beneath a chandelier that cast warm golden light across silk sheets the color of champagne.
Everything was beautiful.
Everything felt like a reminder.
This was his world.
And she was now living in it under his terms.
The door behind her clicked shut.
She didn’t turn immediately. She could feel him before she saw him—the quiet, commanding presence that always seemed to alter the temperature of a room.
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