Kayla
I followed Damien deeper into the estate, still trying to process everything I’d seen since we arrived. Nothing about the place felt like a home yet—it felt like stepping into a different world without a map or instructions.
When he pushed open another wide set of doors and stepped aside for me, I walked in… then stopped so abruptly I nearly bumped into him.
The garage wasn’t a garage. It was a private showroom.
Luxury cars stretched under bright ceiling lights, each one so spotless it looked untouched by time. The air even smelled different—clean leather, fresh wax, and something expensive I couldn’t quite name.
“Damien,” I said slowly, turning in place as my eyes tried to keep up, “this is not a garage. This is a billionaire flex in physical form.”
He leaned casually against
