Amelia followed Dominic down a dimly lit corridor, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floors. The villa was vast, a labyrinth of elegance and secrecy. She noted the lack of personal touches—no family portraits, no sentimental clutter. It was a house built for control, not comfort.
He stopped in front of a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. “This is where you’ll be staying.”
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