Lillian Staring at the billion-dollar painting on the wall was becoming boring. I had unpacked, not that I had much to unpack, but I had arranged the little I owned. Noah, the butler, had helped me unpack and made breakfast, too. He said he would be here till evening. Sighing, I got up from my position with a new resolve. I'm not going to sit here and sulk over some shit that happen years ago and let it ruin my present. According to Jade, I'd better make good use of my today than brood over yesterday. I have a life to leave and my traumas wouldn't stop me from doing that. My life is finally falling into pieces. Even if it feels like I'm entering the lion's tummy, the adrenaline rush is pretty relaxing. I exited the room to take a tour around the house. Since this was now my house, I might as well do what I liked. I made a mental note of the changes I needed to make. First, the colours were beautiful but dull, reeks of loneliness and depression. The walls were devoid
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