Ofelia’s POv
The next morning, sunlight poured through the big windows of my new room like nothing was wrong. I barely slept, and when I did, dreams of Damien’s hands on my body kept waking me up. I splashed cold water on my face and told myself to get it together. He was my stepfather now. That night at the club was a mistake. A beautiful, stupid mistake.
Mom—Victoria—found me in the dining room picking at breakfast. “Ready for the grand tour, sweetheart? This place is huge. You’ll get lost if you’re not careful.”
I forced a smile and followed her. The estate was even bigger than I thought. Gardens that stretched forever, a pool that sparkled under the sun, guest houses, and staff moving quietly everywhere. But what really stood out was how they acted around Damien.
Whenever his name
