✴ Damien ✴
The Matthews estate loomed ahead as I drove up the long, winding driveway. The grand house, surrounded by perfectly manicured
lawns and illuminated by warm, golden lights, gave off an air of refinement and tradition. The light dusting of snow only added to the beauty of their estate. This was part of Scarlett’s world. A mix of elegance and ambition. Tonight, I was stepping directly into it. I parked my car near the entrance and took a deep breath before I stepped out. Scarlett had mentioned her parents’ invitation earlier in
the day, a gesture she assured me was meant to thank me for protecting her. But I knew better. This wasn’t just gratitude – this was an evaluation. The heavy oak door opened before I could knock, and Margot Matthews, Scarlett’s mother, greeted me with a
