LEILA
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He’d asked me to come over to his room, something Damien had never done, not beyond the mandatory appearances at that massive dining table.
Stepping inside Gerald’s space felt different, like entering a completely separate world within the confines of this sprawling, secretive building. It wasn't just a room, it was like a miniature house, a self-contained universe.
He had a small dining area, a library packed with books that made my heart ache just looking at them, everything a house was supposed to have, all tucked away here just for himself.
If I had this, I thought, running my eyes over the shelves, the comfortable looking chairs, the quiet solitude of it all, I would never come out.
Not ever.
The world will never know I exist.
And he had offered food like re
