Emily stepped out of the car and stared up at the mansion in front of her.It didn’t look like a home.It looked like power.Cold, massive, and untouchable.“Miss Carter,” the driver said politely, opening the door for her.“Your things will be brought inside.”Emily nodded, clutching her bag tighter as she walked toward the entrance.Her heels echoed against the marble steps.Each step reminding her—There’s no turning back now.The doors opened before she could knock.A middle-aged woman greeted her with a respectful nod.“Welcome, Mrs. Kingsley.”Emily froze slightly.That name again.Still unfamiliar.Still heavy.“I’m Clara, the head housekeeper,” the woman continued. “Mr. Kingsley informed us of your arrival.”“Thank you,” Emily said softly.As she stepped inside—Her breath caught.The interior was just as intimidating.Everything was spotless. Perfect.And completely devoid of warmth.“This way, please.”Emily followed Clara through long hallways lined with expensive artwork a
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