Kayla
The car left the main road and entered a long private drive lined with trimmed hedges, fountains, and perfectly cut grass. Hidden cameras followed us as huge black gates slowly opened ahead.
Damien rested one hand on the steering wheel of the Maserati. “Welcome home.”
I stared through the windshield in complete shock as the Blackwood estate finally appeared.
The place was enormous. Calling it a mansion didn’t even feel right. It looked more like a luxury resort mixed with a palace, stretching across acres of land with huge glass windows, stone walls, and balconies overlooking the property. It was so much different seeing this place in the daylight.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “People seriously live like this?”
Damien glanced at me. “You do now.”
I looked back at the house, stil
