Affluent Heiress Seeks to Displace Me From My Manor, Only to Learn She Acquired Nothing But a Decorative Garden Seat
The grand wooden gates of my vestibule were not simply opened; they were aggressively invaded. I had offered no consent for admission, yet my domestic assistant Elena stood immobilized in the marble passageway, her countenance a study in profound embarrassment as a tempest of luxurious scent and misguided boldness rushed past her. Amber Vale, the…