Calla’s POV
The drive up the winding hill was quiet except for Madden’s occasional muttered curse as he flicked invisible feathers off his sleeve. The chicken incident had ruined his mood, which honestly only made it funnier.
But as we pulled through the gates of Hillside Vineyard, even his scowl faltered.
It was… breathtaking. I've never seen anything like this.
Golden rows of grapevines stretched like velvet ribbons over the hills, catching the late afternoon light.
Beyond them, the private villa rose like something out of a dream with stone walls draped in ivy, floor-to-ceiling windows catching the sun, and a wide, arched veranda overlooking a private infinity pool that made my jaw drop.
The driveway curved into a pristine courtyard where three uniformed attendants were already waiting for us.
One opened my door with a smooth, silent bow. “Welcome to Blackwell Estate, ma’am.”
Blackwell Estate.
Of course he had a villa named after himself.
Goodness! This place is beautiful..I just
