Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAfter he left, I sat alone in the vast dining hall, the untouched breakfast before me growing cold. Every bite I forced down tasted like confusion and defeat.The maids moved quietly around me, careful not to meet my eyes. They bowed, offered faint smiles, and disappeared as swiftly as they came. Every movement felt mechanical, rehearsed — as though they’d all been told exactly how to treat me.I spent most of the morning wandering through the mansion, desperate to understand the man I was now bound to.Everything was sleek, modern, and impersonal — black marble, glass, steel, and silence. There were no personal photos, no warmth, no trace of human softness. Even the sunlight that poured through the wide windows felt muted, as if it were swallowed by the cold luxury surrounding me.My fingers brushed against the grand piano in one of the sitting rooms — dustless, perfectly polished, untouched.Does he even play? Or does he just own things to fill the silence?I
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