A surprise
The car rolled through the iron gates, its wheels crunching over pristine gravel. Katie stared out the window, her heart thudding. The Kyrkos estate was something out of a forgotten century—stone walls, towering columns, ivy curling up balconies with flowers that looked too perfect to be real. Everything screamed legacy. Wealth. Power. And Katie? She felt like an intruder. Yannis, who was seated beside her, reached for her hand. His fingers were warm and steady. "You don't have to be afraid of them," he said, his voice low. "I'm not afraid," she lied. He didn't call her on it. Just brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them. The butler opened her door before she could say another word, and then they were led inside—through gold-lit halls and past oil paintings of stern ancesto
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