BETROTHED TO THE ALPHA MAFIA KING
The architecture was a blend of classic elegance and modern austerity, much like the man who awaited within.
The car came to a halt, and the door opened to a man whose presence commanded attention. Nikolai "Niko" Romanov, Damian's right-hand, offered a curt nod.
"Miss Vasiliev," he greeted, his tone formal. "Welcome. Please, follow me."
I stepped out, squaring my shoulders, determined not to show the turmoil within. The interior of the mansion was as imposing as its exterior—high ceilings, marble floors, and artwork that spoke of both wealth and a discerning eye.
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