Lydia POV The estate is beautiful. That’s the strange part. If someone dropped me here without context, I would probably call it peaceful. The property stretches across acres of land. Tall trees shield the house from the outside world, and the quiet feels almost luxurious compared to the chaos of the city. But beauty and freedom are not the same thing. And the longer I stay here, the more obvious that difference becomes. The first morning I wake up inside the estate, I forget where I am. For a few seconds, everything feels normal. Then I hear the sound of a door scanner unlocking somewhere down the hallway. And I remember. The fortress. The biometric gates. The security teams. Adrian. I sit up slowly in the large bed and glance toward the windows. The curtains are partially open, letting soft gray morning light spill into the room. Outside, the lawn stretches toward the tree line. And near the edge of the property, I can see a guard walking his patrol route. So much f
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