Christian Achestan's Point Of View.
I sat at my desk, the weight of my world resting in the polished oak beneath my hands. The room around me was quiet, still, but far from peaceful. It was my domain—a place where I orchestrated every move, every decision that mattered. The large windows behind me offered a view of the sprawling estate, but I was not interested in the scenery for now. My eyes were fixed on the photos spread across the desk in front of me, each one showing Cherilyn at different moments.
I traced the edge of one photo, my fingers lingering on her face. Cherilyn. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. Her face, so soft, so unaware, stared back at me from the glossy paper. A wicked smile crept onto my lips. I liked that—her innocence, her oblivion. It made the g
