Back in California, three weeks had passed and the mansion remained relatively empty. Apart from the hundreds of armed guards surrounding the massive estate day and night, there was no one constantly bothering Clara or telling her what she could and could not do.
At first, she remained indoors and locked herself away. She embraced the role of a prisoner waiting to be rescued, convinced someone would eventually come to question her, threaten her, or try to force something out of her. Yet as the days quietly slipped by, she gradually realized something unexpected.
No one actually cared what she did. That realization slowly changed her routine.
She began exploring the mansion, wandering through its endless hallways and lavish rooms while trying to understand how Damian could have owned a place like this all along while pretending to be nothing more than an overworked employee at the Blacksheep Firm.
