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Jake retorted arrogantly. "Come with me tonight," said Jaccob standing up and looking at Maria. He moved his chin for Maria to follow him. Maria walked behind Jaccob. She entered another room on the second floor. The dim light made Maria's vision blurry. She saw Jaccob already sitting on the chair in the room.

No luxury, no marble floors, no towering ceilings just space. Space that didn’t belong to him, space that didn’t belong to anyone. I stepped inside, closed the door, and slid the lock into place with a soft metallic sound. At that noise, something inside me broke. Flashback — The Office “You either want to walk again… or stay tied to her out of pity.” Miya’s voice. Calm. Precise. Cruel in the quietest way. My fingers tightened against my coat now as the memory replayed like it had been carved into the back of my eyelids.

This marble floor used to feel like the floor in my home, but now it feels like the floor in a museum. The front doors and the marble floor and everything else about this place used to feel like home. Now it just feels like a museum. Two years. I spent two years cleaning floors that did not belong to me. I made meals for people who did not like me at all. The whole time I was trying to make myself smaller so I could fit into a marriage that was falling apart from the inside. This marriage was already broken when I tried to make it work. The marriage was rotting from the inside. It was not getting any better.

My name, my mask, my pride; all shattered on the marble floor. And I couldn’t stop it. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t stop it.

Music floated through the marble ballroom like smoke—sweet, soft, but carrying an edge that made Elena’s pulse thrum. Crystal chandeliers threw shards of light across the polished floor as the nation’s most powerful gathered beneath the gilded ceiling. Every movement, every whisper, carried tension tonight.

And, as we walked into the pristine white foyer, dripping with mud, soot, and ancient cave dust, it screamed that we did not belong here. "Shoes," Seraphina commanded, pointing a manicured finger at the marble floor. "Off. Immediately. That represents Italian marble imported from a quarry that no longer exists." I kicked off my heavy tactical boots. My socks were gray wool, holey at the toe. Kai unlaced his combat boots, grimacing. "You got any guest slippers, Sera? Or do we just slide around in our socks like Risky Business?" "The guest wing has heated floors," Seraphina said, tossing her fur coat to a silent

While the marbled floor was made of Jade stone. The house screamed luxury. Being a restaurant magnate, Jericho managed to offer her abundance as well as for her kids. Rhezi also didn't fully expect that when she was out of sanity and frustrated with her situation, he would help her. She was in despair and broken and he helped her while her kids fixed her from being broken.

Aria hands me my bouquet of lilies. The door of the halls suddenly flies open and I release a shaky breath. One of my favorite songs begins to play on a piano. Here we go. With my hands still fidgety I move alone into the hall. ‎I descend the steps slowly, the dress making the motion feel like a measured dance, each movement deliberate and exposed. I let out a subtle sigh of relief when I reach the smooth floor. The marble floors gleam beneath my feet, reflecting the golden chandeliers above. Every eye turns toward me and the whispering begins immediately.

On, through a dim hallway, we reach another door and through that… “Holy shit,” I breathe as we step into a cavernous hall. The ceiling is a riot of frescoes divided up into squares and circles, the windows are so tall I almost get dizzy. The floor is here is decidedly not cracked; it’s a twisting pattern of ribbons in pink and black marble that convene in a medallion in the center of the floor, near the base of an arching staircase. Nathan leans down to whisper in my ear, just as awed as I am, “Welcome home, us.”

Its floor-to-ceiling glass walls and windows pour sunlight everywhere, bouncing off shiny surfaces and giving me a straight-up postcard view of the city. And the floor? Oh, honey. It is polished marble so glossy it looks like I could check my eyeliner in it. It is creamy white in colour with little swirls of gold and taupe. I actually hesitate before taking another step because walking on it feels almost like an insult to the floor. I take a breath, trying to calm the rollercoaster in my chest, but my pulse is all over the place. First time in this building, and wow… it’s giving “you don’t belong unless you’ve got your life together” energy.