Velvet Chains
The mansion was quieter than usual that evening. Too quiet. As if every wall had been warned to stay silent. Selena wandered through the corridors, barefoot, the marble cold beneath her feet. Her reflection flashed like a ghost in the dark windows—eyes restless, lips pressed into a thin, silent line. Every step she took felt like crossing into a place that no longer belonged to her.
Because it didn’t.
It belonged to him.
And so did she.
She reached the staircase and paused, fingers brushing the carved banister. She didn’t know why she was drawn to the west wing again, but something pulled her there. Alec hadn’t spoken to her in two days—not after the power of attorney reveal, not after cutting her ties to the outside world, not after warning her that resistance would onl
