Elara’s new life as Mrs. Blackwood began with a sense of overwhelming displacement.
She had stepped into a world of privilege and luxury, a stark contrast to the life she had known before. Every corner of Damian’s sprawling mansion seemed to whisper of old money and aristocratic lineage—a world that felt as foreign to her as another planet. As she wandered through the corridors, each room more opulent than the last, Elara couldn’t help but feel like an outsider.
Moving into the mansion was supposed to be part of the arrangement, a formality to solidify their public image as a married couple. But now that she was here, surrounded by this display of wealth and power, she wondered how she would ever feel at home. The mansion was stunning, with its marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and pri
