The Valley.
Growing up in a wealthy family, Evelyn had been accustomed to luxury; maids bustling around, a butler always within call, meals prepared on time, and every little detail of her life handled before she even thought to ask.
That was the rhythm of her childhood: polished silver, marble floors, and rules she never wanted.
But the past four years had been nothing like that.
After her fall from grace, she lived simply, just her and Oliver, learning to boil noodles at midnight and folding tiny socks herself.
She had almost grown used to the quiet, the simplicity, even the loneliness.
And now here she was again, standing inside Axel's world. His real world. The Valley.
The estate was overwhelming in every sense. The house loomed ahead like something out of a painting. It was vast stretches of land surrounding it, and staff moving with polished precision as though they were rehearsing a dance.
