The car glided through the wide, tree-lined road of an exclusive estate, and Adrienne's pulse quickened—this was it.
Their sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of tall iron gates. Without a word, the gates slid open on their own, silent and commanding, as if even metal obeyed Alexander's presence.
Adrienne shifted closer to the door, pressing her forehead lightly against the cool tinted glass. Outside, velvety lawns stretched like a green carpet, trimmed to perfection, their serenity mocking the chaos storming inside her chest.
The mansion came into view—white, imposing, immaculate. But it wasn't the house alone that unsettled her; it was the way the compound itself breathed wealth. Elegant light poles glowed softly along the path, casting halos of white over the garden beds bursting with colour. The air felt carefully curated, almost artificial, like a stage set for someone who needed the world to know he was untouchable.
