Chapter 99: Elliot’s Nightmare
My foot was glued on the front door of the massive oak door. The floor was sparkly clean, expensive furniture, gold embellishes on most ornaments, and giant chandeliers greeted me and, of course, Tomás’s set of helpers, maid, gardener, and his majordomo.
“Wow,” Hugo spoke, mesmerized with the view in front of him. I was speechless as well, but I maintained my composure. I carried my son in my arms the whole duration of our travel so that I can make sure that he will not be taken away from me. Especially that Tomás has been beside me at all times.
“Welcome to my humble home, baby,” Tomás spoke. I rolled my eyes at the back of my mind, knowing that it wasn’t a humble home, as he says. Humble is an understatement word to describe his manor and his lifest
