Chapter 87

As we stepped into the grand foyer, I felt like I'd entered a fairy tale. The high ceilings, rustic beams, and sprawling windows left me breathless. Chase's hand tightened around mine, his warm touch reassuring.

"Welcome home," he whispered, his eyes sparkling.

I smiled, trying to process the surreal reality. This magnificent house was now my home?

“Is this really yours?” I whispered under my breath.

“Now, it’s yours too,” Chase said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I always knew there was something about Chase. Something about his aura, his command, and his voice that one could mistake for arrogance, that hinted at the kind of power he controlled, but never would I have expected him to be this wealthy and powerful.

We entered the foyer, where a trio of maids stood poised, their faces a picture of politeness, their hair in a slick, tight bun. But their eyes betrayed them – flicking to Chase, then back to me, filled with curiosity and a hint of disdain.

I didn’t exactly know w