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But the further they drove, the more it felt like those names were slipping out of reach. --- The Mansion The car finally slowed, turning past tall iron gates. Hazel sat up straighter, her breath caught in her chest. The mansion rose before her like something out of a dream or a nightmare. The walls were high, painted in pristine white that glowed under the moonlight. Columns stretched skyward, windows gleamed with golden light, and a sprawling garden surrounded it all. The driveway was smooth stone, not dirt. Fountains sparkled at the entrance. It was too big. Too polished. Too perfect.

Watching out the window the beauty of nature was amazing. We pulled down a long driveway and words couldn’t describe how glamorous everything was. When we came to the clearing I think my mouth hit my lap. This was no house, it was a mansion. A gigantic Victorian Mansion with stone work and cream colors. This looks big enough to be a hotel. How many damn rooms does one man need? As we parked Nash jumped out to come to open the passenger door for Vivian. At least he seems to be a gentleman. Ella hurries out the backseat yelling at the older couple coming out of the house.

"We have been awaiting your arrival." Lune nodded, still taking in the grandeur surrounding her. The sheer size of the mansion made her feel small. The doors of the mansion swung open, revealing the magnificent interior. Marble floors gleamed under the soft light, and a grand staircase swept up to the second floor, its railing adorned with polished gold accents. Large chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow throughout the foyer. Expensive paintings lined the walls, each telling stories of power, legacy, and wealth.

The man has a way with his mouth… and tongue. The mansion is constructed from dark red brick with white trim around the windows and a wide staircase leading to the front door. Trees on each side have been manicured and fluffed. The grass remains a vibrant green even in Michigan's fall season, and pumpkins of various sizes and colors line the walkway while corn stalks wrap around the two light posts on each side of the steps.

The car drove through the huge gates of Damian's mansion and everyone's mouth dropped, including Ace. The mansion stands tall and proud, exuding an air of opulence and grandeur. Its architecture is a masterful blend of classical elegance and modern sophistication. The exterior facade boasts intricate detailing, with ornate columns, sweeping balconies, and expansive windows that reflect the golden rays of the sun. The sprawling grounds are meticulously landscaped, featuring manicured gardens, a sparkling fountain, and a pristine pool that glistens under the clear blue sky. The entrance is adorned with a grand gate, providing a glimpse of the luxurious lifestyle that awaits inside.

The Mansion was all concrete and tall glass windows that gave a clear view of the mountains, a chance to relax and take in the changing of the seasons from the comfort of an easy chair. I hate to admit but I'd prefer him being with than just entering a house I don't know existed until now. I shrugged. I walk through the large oak double doors, the entry way is beautiful yet so cold. I saw the tallest ceiling ever, A foyer that would accommodate a large group, two flights of spiral staircases that probably went to heaven. Polished ceramic tile floor, you can see your reflection.

I will be her prim and proper doll in the house? I followed them silently, my head facing the ground. Our drive to the Winston's mansion took about one hour and thirty minutes of a peaceful ride. When we arrived my eyes were glued to the Victorian mansion facing us. It's literally five times bigger than our house. Multiple kinds of cars and trucks were aligned in the right wing of the manor. They even have a huge fountain with a sculpture of a mermaid's tail. I think it is for goodluck. A middle aged man is standing in the front of the mansion. Mom waved at her and we walked towards him.

Thankfully, this system wasn't that much different from the one in Ardian's fortress… We walked around the mansion, which was an elegant blend of colonial and modern styles. I pretended to admire the architecture while trying to find anything useful for my escape. After close to an hour, I was willing to give up, but then we stopped in front of the west wing—the wing where Grey's bedroom was…

Reyna's POV The car rolled to a stop, and I leaned forward, peering out the windshield. My jaw dropped. The house—or rather, the mansion—was something straight out of a movie. It stood tall and elegant, nestled in the middle of lush greenery. Ivory walls gleamed in the sunlight, and wide glass windows reflected the golden rays. A sprawling balcony wrapped around the second floor, dotted with potted plants and sleek outdoor furniture. The driveway was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges, and a fountain sat at the center, water cascading in delicate arcs.

Garaine gaped at the exquisite interior decoration of the WeyRaine mansion. The glamorous silk curtains were covering the beautiful glass windows. The walls were painted with lighter shades of pink and violet, completely contradictory to that of the taste of a mafia leader. Though the light system wasn't very good, it was enough to drop the jaws of an ordinary person. There wasn't much furniture except a few essential things. She occasionally kept glancing at her husband who was showing her around the gigantic mansion.