Mila returned to the mansion. She was about to head toward her room when the maid stopped her.
"Miss, you will be staying in the master bedroom now," she said. "Mr. Russo's room."
A flicker of resistance rose within her. She didn't want to stay with him in the same room. At the same time, she was afraid he would punish her again if she disobeyed him.
"Alright." She reluctantly followed her.
The master bedroom was vast, far larger than anything she had expected. A massive bed stood at the center, draped in a light silk sheet. The walls were lined with sleek wooden panels and artwork. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one side, veiled with sheer curtains.
Everything about the room spoke of luxury. For a moment, Mila stood there in a daze, looking around. She didn't feel any comfort. It was just a more beautiful cage.
